[ since their return from patho-gen's headquarters, things have been.. strange. different. wrong. dan feng's memories of their time there are clouded and hazy, almost surreal, and his dreams are feverish terrors that he wakes from in cold sweats, every night.
tonight, he has not yet slept, too exhausted to get proper rest, his mind swimming with broken, painful images, so he is awake to hear jing yuan's fitful sleep, his groans of pain that strike something deep inside of him, triggering a memory that is not real. cannot be real. can it?
regardless, dan feng flies from his bed and wraps himself in a soft robe, padding quickly to jing yuan's nearby bedroom to perch at the edge of his bed. placing a cool palm upon jing yuan's back, he speaks softly. ]
Ah Yuan.. it's all right. I am here.
[ he says, cool cloudhymn bleeding from his palm, calming and healing. ]
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some days after patho-gen torture;
tonight, he has not yet slept, too exhausted to get proper rest, his mind swimming with broken, painful images, so he is awake to hear jing yuan's fitful sleep, his groans of pain that strike something deep inside of him, triggering a memory that is not real. cannot be real. can it?
regardless, dan feng flies from his bed and wraps himself in a soft robe, padding quickly to jing yuan's nearby bedroom to perch at the edge of his bed. placing a cool palm upon jing yuan's back, he speaks softly. ]
Ah Yuan.. it's all right. I am here.
[ he says, cool cloudhymn bleeding from his palm, calming and healing. ]