@duete asked: hand . hold out a hand for dorian to take . / 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: still accepting.
For a spell, the sky stretched forever there beneath his feet, and the earth with its sand dunes hanged like stars. The moment felt so tenuous, him stumbling out a wormhole like cresting out the sea. Ah. Again, again, again does reality come upon him. The Fade sends him cruelly. And he breathes yet again.
Again, he thinks, as a hand from somewhere hangs before his eyes. Dorian peers to the side, the flavor of the Fade yet scrambling in his throat. His strained body bows trembling, knees left doe-like as he wars against a fall. He clamors for some anchoring, the great failing of his body yet propped against his staff, and the weight and the heft of that hand he slowly takes... Dorian blinks. Cullen, still alive, stands licked by dusk.
They'd made it out of the Fade. They'd made it out alive. This is--
"Commander, you and I have to stop meeting like this." The humor's pinched. Those fell whispers shivering, raking likes nails down his brain-- Dorian, oh, won't you stay here a while longer? "We are back in reality now, yes? You hadn't considered some harebrained attempt at self-sacrifice this time, had you?"
