#kremisius

Medic

— (Te'lise, Caerwyn, Krem ft. Alifalon & Alhannon)

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"Cremisius Aclassi!" Te'lise barked, aghast. "You are in the middle of a battlefield with an ARROW buried in your gut and you have the nerve to make death jokes?!"

Krem released a breathy laugh.

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     To say Elyse was exhausted would be a grievous understatement. No, she was a revenant walking amongst mortals. The long, grueling hours spent in the War Room slowly but steadily stole away her emotional resources. Dark rings emphasized her tired eyes, the color drained from her complexion completely. She truly did look like the living dead. Sleep had eluded her for what felt like weeks, her only solace in the late hours when she finally succumbed to her exhaustion.

     Hiding was easy. Hiding was SAFE and familiar. Hiding was what Elyse did best. And so there she is, practically breaking down the door to the tavern and sprinting past Krem.

comforting lover after a nightmare // no longer accepting ! @kremisius

he remembers the pain. he remembers the BURN of his skin -- yet it was not like a normal fire, but rather a LIQUID FLAME that set into his skin and slowly oozed into his body.

being confined in a copper-like coffin only added to the feeling of SUFFOCATION . he let out a scream, yet no sound escaped from his lips ... only the feeling of HEAT rising out from his chest, out into his throat ...

he BURNED ...

his eyes shot open, mouth beginning to gulp down as much air as he could. he swore he could still feel the brutal burn within him, bouncing against the walls of his heart, his stomach, his chest ...

it took him a moment to realize he was not there. not in the copper coffin, not being shocked alive ...

and it took him longer to realize that krem was there, watching it all.

Finding the deceased dalish elf had been sad. Seeing just how little any of the locals cared simply because of his race had been devastating. He was young, not a child, but a young adult. The elf should have had a long life ahead of him, instead, he'd been murdered. Dalish had found out he'd been a magic user and that had only caused the sadness to grow. He was probably like her. Cast out upong reaching adulthood, too 'gifted' to be allowed to stay. She'd been surprised when Krem had broken away from the departing group of mercenaries, unsure of why he would even be approaching her in the first place. Had fisher forgotten to tell her something? Dalish looks up at the man, her narrowed eyes roaming over his face as she studies him. The words were more than just a little unexpected. They hadn't known each other long, weren't even friends, so why? It made no sense. ❝For what price?❞ Her tone is, perhaps unfairly, accusatory but human's don't just help the dalish for nothing. Coin, information, sex, she's been asked for all at one time or another. ❝Your Qunari not enough?❞ It's a rude and brash accusation but she doesn't trust him. They might be in the same company but that doesn't mean he has her best intrest at heart, doesn't mean he wouldn't take her out in the blink of an eye. She's seen Krem in battle, he's strong, impressive, and as much as it pains her to admit, could over power her with ease.

morning after ask meme // accepting !

❝ good, you made it through the night. now i can tell that qunari to quit his worrying. ❞ the elf sat beside where the other lay, placing a couple poultices -- which were made by that genius healer, by the way -- on the table with fresh bandages and such.

❝ you drifted in and out of consciousness for a week. ❞ without question, he began to undo the other's bandages spanning across the entirety of his torso. ❝ i would not bind for two more, lest you would like a foul odor to emanate from your injuries. ❞

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