"Donāt bother tryinā to reason with him," Yhone let out an annoyed groan, grabbing Feldspar by the forearm to pull him back towards the house. "He's just wastin' our time. He doesn't even know what he's mad about."
It was a faint tug on his consciousness from Amber that compelled him to turn around after a few steps, just in time to watch the man finish loading his gun, to hear him mumble something unintelligible as he pointed it towards Yhone. Feldspar didn't think, he moved, throwing himself between them.
He felt the force of the impact before he heard the gunshot, stumbling a few steps back. Yhone cried out his name, but her voice sounded distant, like Feldspar was standing at the bottom of a lake and she was screaming from the surface. To his surprise, it wasn't pain that he felt, but absence. Like his right shoulder and arm had vanished entirely.
Then came the heat. A sudden bloom of it spread across his chest, soaking into his shirt, the world dimming at the edges with each heartbeat weaker than the last. That wasn't good.
He might actually die.
Amber bristled, like she wanted to go after the shooter, but he forced her away before she could drain the last of his aether. He wasn't going to make that mistake again. After his knees finally hit the ground, he fumbled for his grimoire, dropping it in the dirt. He clawed it open, frantically flipping through the pages until he found the geometry for physick. He had no time. Seconds, at best.
Pressure rose in his chest, like his heart was being crushed to the side, his lung folding in on itself. He had no choice but to ignore it, throwing his hand up to the wound instead, just beneath his collarbone. It would take him a lot longer to suffocate than to bleed to death, so his lung would have to wait.
His concentration wavered as he cast. Every time he thought he was making progress sealing the artery, the force of his heartbeat threatened to tear it back open again. By the time the flow of blood finally slowed, darkness had mostly swallowed him. He couldn't even hear Yhone anymore, only the wet, bubbling hiss where his breathing should have been, frothy blood filling his mouth.Ā
He tried, desperately, to cast physick again, but it fizzled out at his fingertips. His aether was spent.Ā
As the left side of his chest rose and fell rapidly, trying desperately to compensate, even his thoughts felt distant. Fennie would never forgive him. Chrys and Chal... would they even remember him?
Someone's hands found him, checking his pulse, shouting. A surge of aether flooded into him again, but it was different in form than his arcanima. Elemental. A conjurer.
The conjurer's healing wasn't gentle. It was violent suction and pressure, air being torn from his chest as his lung re-inflated. Feldspar choked, retching blood onto the ground in front of him, and finally took a full breath. It felt like he'd inhaled a million tiny shards of glass, but gods, he'd never been more desperate for air in his life.
The rest of the pain finally hit him all at once. Broken bones ground against each other, and against torn muscle, with each breath. His right arm was still hanging like dead weight, his fingertips somehow both ice cold and burning hot at once.
He felt arms around him, lifting him up, moving him somewhere else. When they set him down, he slumped back against something hard. A wall. He must have been indoors. The healer barked more orders, though this time he could actually understand some of them. Hot water. Linen. A hand reached for his linkpearl.
"No-" Feldspar pleaded, even though talking was excruciating.
"Iām callinā Fennie." Yhone's voice again, terrified. Alive, at least.
"Not yet." It was selfish of him, but if he was going to die, he couldnāt bear to see Fennie's grief as he did.
"Stop talking." The healer admonished, channeling more aether into Feldsparās chest, forcing another cough.
Even as he was being shaken awake every few moments, Feldspar drifted in and out of consciousness. It was the sound of someone dropping to the floor that pulled him back to the world of the living. A voice that should have been on the other side of the continent, and had no business teleporting halfway across it. "How-"
"Fen?"
"Iām here," came the answer, hands clasping around his good one. The memory of waking up in that infirmary in Thanalan, years ago, when Feldspar was still adventuring, came flooding back to him. He had promised he'd never do this to Fennie again. "Itās okay. Iām here."
Feldspar blinked his eyes open, wincing as he tried to turn as much as his shattered shoulder would allow. The best he could do was another cough, and the worldās greatest understatement. "Sorry."
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Herbal OC Questions... ALL OF TH-
Ok Ok. Only a few. :(
What is something that can instantly take your OC back to a previous time in their lives, whether happy or sad? A distinctive scent? A piece of music? The taste of a specific food? (Feldspar)
What impression does your OC leave upon others? How are they generally remembered by those who have met them? Is this how they would actually want to be remembered? (Zoisite)
What does your OC believe to be the ingredients of a happy marriage or relationship? Do they believe that they could provide these things to another person? Do others see their expectations as reasonable? Or are they quite demanding of themselves and any potential partner? (Yhone)
What is your OC's greatest source of anxiety? Does it relate to how they are perceived by others? Or their ability to adhere to their own standards or values? Or are they most afraid of harm coming to those they care about? (Rose)
-- 1 -- ((Also asked by @houserosaire, thanks!!))
The first thing that comes to mind to me for this one is probably the specific smell/taste/feeling of the desert air in Thanalan, or the ocean air in La Noscea. Both remind him of his time on Eolyn's shard/timeline (because he didn't really go to the main 3 city-states until then) and, more specifically, his time living with Fennie there. That's partly why he moved to La Noscea when he time-traveled back home.
It's also why he tends to linger for a bit when he visits Thanalan. When he closes his eyes sometimes he can imagine sitting and watching the sunrise over the mountains in the Goblet with tea in his hands.
-- 2 --
As the WoL, I think people probably revere Zoisite for her accomplishments, but because she isn't very (outwardly) intelligent or educated-seeming, people probably think she's more of the brawn of the Scion operation and probably try to manipulate her a lot. (Unfortunately for them, she is also very loyal.)
People who actually know her personally would probably describe her as either fun and spontaneous or chaotic and hedonistic depending on if they like her or not. She doesn't love that it's her reputation but she understands it.
-- 3 --
I don't know that Yhone really thinks about this that much (which kinda shows given her dating history). She has very simple expectations at this point in her life. She needs someone she and her son can depend on. Treating her well is a nice bonus, and she'd probably put up with a lot even if her husband was less doting than he is. She would definitely not be as happy as she is now, though. Most people would definitely say her standards are too low. Especially her overprotective brother.
As for her love language more generally, she particularly enjoys praise. Fortunately, Nikolas is very good at that.
-- 4 --
Rose's biggest anxiety is probably the obvious one considering her parents: not living up to her parents' legacies. I think this is a big part of why she has more in common with Fennie than Feldspar. Child of the Warrior of Light and de-facto heir to House Leveilleur and all.
I think she does want to be known for something that's her own, though, and that's like, the main thing that keeps her up at night and drives her decision-making. That's part of why she's always been unconventional along with being very studious and ambitious. It's part of why she didn't attend the Studium and gave up her position as the head of the family. She knows that there are obvious paths available to her that she'd probably excel in. It's not that she doesn't know she's innately talented and that her connections don't put her in a very good position to do exactly what her father did, but the only thing she's more anxious about than not living up to her parents' legacies is people attributing everything she does to her parents.
š¬ candy: share a sweet or fluffy scene from your wip! (Muahahhahaha I curse you with fluff.)
It says something about me that I literally couldn't find an actual fluffy scene in any of my WIPs, so you get a scene from a blurb that you have already seen and no one else has instead:
Feldspar sighed, standing to get the coffee supplies together. āYouāve gotten wiser in the past few moons.ā
āOr maybe youāre just realizinā it now.ā Yhone teased. āIāve always had great advice.ā
āMmā¦ā Feldspar smiled. āThank you.ā
āYou can thank me by hurryinā up on that coffee. ām dyinā here.ā Yhone groaned, clearly not in the mood for Feldsparās sentimentality.Ā
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