#six!!

And here we have:

Day 25 - Kromfohrländer

In a moment he was up, taking her tired face gently into his hands, fingers warm against her cheeks as his focus traced every inch of her for sign of injury or illness- lest she pass out in front of him again.

Ale: I thought- my glasses. They fell off while I was unloading the car- and then you- Poppy: Yes. And then you. Ale: I carried you upstairs, I didn't know what else to do. 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘢-

Poppy: 𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲! Just got a little dehydrated. 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴! Desert. My bad. Sorry! Thanks for the help.

Ale: I don't understand. Poppy: Didn't drink enough water, got a headache- Ale: Poppy I know what dehydration is- what I do not understand is why you're here. Poppy: It's… 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱. Ale: 𝘋𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘰.

Poppy: And what are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 doing here? Ale: 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱. Poppy: Awesome. Ale: De acuerdo.

Poppy: So if we're all done here - I should probably head- Ale: You texted me. Poppy: No, I'm not sure if that rings a bell. Ale: Last night.

Poppy: Look- 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘌, but it was a moment of weakness! I was spiraling, you were taking a selfie with some dirt. And it's just- you never took down the post from our first date and I thought 𝘩𝘦𝘺- crazy thought, maybe he doesn't completely hate m-

Ale: 𝗦𝗶𝘅. 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀.

Ale: 𝘚𝘪𝘹 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴! Six months of radio silence, and then out of nowhere you drunk text me! ¿𝙀𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤?

Poppy: I wasn't drunk! I was perfectly sober - and there was more than that!! It was squishy! Heartfelt! Ale: And then nothing! ¡𝘝𝘢𝘺𝘢! Poppy: My phone died!

Ale: 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸. Poppy: 𝘖𝘩 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳. Okay - so things this week have been sorta blurry-

Ale: Poppy if you are not interested it would be easier if you could just tell me the truth. Poppy: 𝘈𝘭𝘦 -

like do you think that had more lasting impacts on him that he wasn’t aware of. do you think his neck ever ached in a way that was familiar but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. if every “death” and near death afterwards brought back to the place after death that I can’t remember the name of (haven’t played his route in two years, gimme a break) and it felt. oddly familiar every time and he wasn’t quite sure why. do you think he still dreamed of dying and couldn’t seem to figure out why it felt so real.

Your city is burning right outside the walls, under siege by catapults. There are Stormcloaks coming up from the road from the stables, armed to the teeth. The guards are telling you to get the hell inside and take shelter while they join the Imperials in intercepting the Stormcloaks before they get a chance to overrun it, get to Dragonsreach, and force Balgruuf the Greater to surrender and flee to Solitude for sanctuary.