#greedfall constantine

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Mid-late game spoilers. Read at your own risk.

The pairing no one asked for but got anyway. ENJOY

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Catasach applied the strongly scented balm onto a small patch of infected skin on the prince's wrist, his fingers meticulously spreading the thickened herbal paste evenly across the horrifyingly pallid, inflamed skin. Constantine let out a hiss through his clenched teeth as the paste began to tingle. At first, it seemed to burn a little, adding to the feverish hell he experienced every day thanks to the malichor practically burning him from the inside out. The muscles in his wrist began to loosen up as a faint chill seeped practically down into his very bone. He could only describe it as submerging himself in a cool lake or jumping into a pile of fresh snow.

Releasing a sigh of relief, Constantine attempted to inspect the smooth brown paste smeared across his near ghostly skin tone. Catching him, Catasach quickly grasped his wrist and placed it firmly against the armrest, preventing the prince from even thinking about raising the arm up before he even finished.

Piercing golden eyes stared at him from under a headdress fashioned from some native creature's skull and feathers, "Fuirich fhathast." While he couldn't understand what Catasach said to him, his actions were clear as a sunny sky.

Still, he had to ask, "And what does that mean, Catasach?" The older man leveled him a knowingly look before translating. "It means stay still." With that, he tapped the prince's wrist briefly. Trying to instill patience in him before grabbing more of the same paste he created an hour ago.

Carrying a slightly larger bowl made with the same strongly smelling paste; the scent a mix of cinnamon and thyme, Catasach set it aside before walking back towards him to double-checking the test site.

"No pain?"

"It feels.. numb? Cold. Like your hands when you first touched me."

"Mu dheireadh, rudeigin gus am pian a lughdachadh."

Constantine saw a faint glimmer shifting beneath his bright honey-colored eyes. "How would I-" A tightness spread throughout his chest, blinding pain rippling through him as he caved inwards on himself instinctually trying to curl up into a ball. Large hands quickly pressed themselves against his chest in an instant, a soothing blissful chill pierced through his thick layer of clothing in a matter of seconds.

"Breathaich," Catasach instructed. Constantine didn't need a translation. He knew. Slowly and cautiously he began to fill his lungs with air. He held his breath for just a moment before releasing the air through his nose. The tension brewing just under the skin melted away with the help of Catasach's guidance and touch.

The briefest of panic fled him when his spasm subsided. "I am.. I am alright," Constantine tried his hardest to wave off Catasach but the man wouldn't relent.

"Feumaidh tu fois." Just as his aura, Catasach's words were graceful and calming on Constantine's ears. "You need to rest," Catasach continued, possibly elaborating on his previous statement spoken in his native tongue.

A slight chuckle slipped through Constantine's pale cracked lips. "And how would I tell you I didn't need rest?"

For a brief second Constantine could pick up on something about youths spoken under his breath. "Chan eil mi airson èisteachd ri adhbhar," Catasach replied with mild annoyance. Finding him exhausting as his gravely ill patient began to regain some of his energy under his watchful eye. "Please tell me what that means really."

"It means," A deep prolonged sigh drifted in the silence, "I don't want to listen to reason."

Together. Forever.

▶GreedFall

Come... Trust me... Together forever.

It is a tribute to my respect for this game. I had a wonderful time playing this and I was inspired to create it💗

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