Ascending Legends

[Dragongal]

Arryn smiled, content beyond belief, having Dayn humming and playing with her hair. It didn't take her long to fall asleep in his arms. As she slept, though, her temperature slowly decreased, and she was having those odd fever dreams again.. but she had no fever, if anything, it was the opposite. At one point she snuggled even closer to Dayn, searching for some source of warmth.

 

[BookWyrm]

The drop in Arryn's temperature worried Dayn. He activated his pyromancy to try and keep her warm as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. Why is this happening? If those banshees have cursed her...Dayn felt his anger boil up just enough to spike his pyromancy a tad hot. He managed to cool his head again as he relaxed. His focus was on Arryn, not O'Rourke or the banshees.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn stirred a bit and murmured incoherently, but her body relaxed as Dayn's warmth reached her. She opened her eyes a bit and wrapped her arms around Dayn's neck while she quietly muttered, "'M cold.... Don't burn all your mana, though...."

 

[BookWyrm]

"Just rest hon. I'll be fine." Burning up his mana was the least of Dayn's concerns at the moment. His wife was having inhumanly cold spells and they still didn't know what the cause was. I'll find out hon, I promise.

 

[Dragongal]

"'Mkay," she mumbled and tucked her head down under his chin again. Any part of her body not touching him was cold, but it was a relief to have his warmth. She fell asleep in moments, though she was awoken soon later by an ache that had crept into the very marrow of her bones and a sense of complete weakness that bewildered her. It almost felt like she was too weak to move. She pushed through it though, in order to nuzzle against Dayn's neck a bit. She knew he was concerned, but she wanted to comfort him in some way.

 

[BookWyrm]

Arryn's attention to emotion never ceased to amaze. Dayn knew she was nuzzling against him to try to help him feel better in all of this, and the sentiment almost broke him. "Don't worry about me love.", Dayn said as he kissed her forehead. "Just rest."

 

[Dragongal]

"I-I c-c-can't. T-too c-cold...." Arryn was exhausted, she wanted to sleep, but the cold was almost hurting her. She buried her face into Dayn's neck and said, "D-Dayn, I'm... I'm s-scared...." She didn't want to upset him, but she didn't want to keep it a secret anymore. This cold was truly scaring her.... She just wanted Dayn to hold her close and tell her that everything would be okay.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn's heart began to race and burn, pumping the pyromancy heated blood throughout his body as he pulled Arryn tight against him. What could he do? Could he offer her any kind of comfort when he was terrified himself? He couldn't lie to her, not even if it meant she would be better off. Even then he would hate himself for it. "I'm right here Arryn. I'm not going anywhere." Could he tell her that it was going to be alright? Maybe? Did he really believe it was the better question. "It's going to okay Arryn." Yes. I believe it.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn nodded a bit. She trusted him. Even if she knew there was no way he could be sure, just him saying that it would be okay was enough. About here though, the pain started to set in like a slow acid in her blood. Her bones felt like they would crack and her skin felt like it would freeze. She couldn't feel the tears running down her cheeks, she just knew that they were there. The whole time though, she did her best to keep her connection to Dayn closed, so he wouldn't feel any of the pain.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn could feel the cold dampness of Arryn's tears against his skin. She was so cold, and getting colder as the seconds ticked by. Dayn pushed his magic and his body to the limit, stoking his pyromancy as high as he could without burning Arryn, though he noticed the black skirting the edges of his vision. "It's going to be okay....it's going to be okay." Was he saying that for her now, or for himself?

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn nuzzled against him weakly. She knew he was pushing his pyromancy, but he was so warm.... She couldn't feel anything but temperature and pain. The pain was similar to what she had felt when she had pulled form her life force, only to a greater degree. The pain settled in and continued getting worse, but the cold peaked and held there. It almost felt painful to breathe, but Arryn gritted her teeth and focused on Dayn. It'll be okay.... It'll be okay.....

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn kept his pyromancy steady despite starting to feel the burden on his body. He was still working on replenishing his blood and his mana was starting to wane some from the constant stoking. The black at the edges of his vision grew further inwards, yet he held out as he searched for their bond. If he could tap the connection he could siphon at least a bit of the pain off from her. Yet...it seemed like Arryn was purposefully keeping the connection closed to him.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn felt like she could scream as the pain peaked, but her body was completely locked in place against Dayn. Her only thought was to keep their connection closed. For a solid minute she was rigid with pain, then it started slowly easing away, very slowly. Arryn's body went completely limp and she panted quietly, finally able to breathe at least somewhat decently. She was so close to losing consciousness, but or some reason she held on. The pain was still there, and still excruciating, but ever so slowly it was fading. In her exhaustion, Arryn failed to keep their connection closed.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn had been fading to black when the connection swung wide open, siphoning off half of Arryn's pain. The black pushed away as Dayn almost cried out from the pain that echoed through his bones. The strain to keep his pyromancy going was now amplified by his body trying to counteract the pain that he was now feeling. So many signals were flowing through him that he felt like he might burn up or freeze completely before it was all over. His relief came in the tiny, microscopic increments that the freezing pain began to fail. Each inch gave him that much more hope, and knowing that Arryn was no longer the soul bearer of the pain helped keep his mind steady.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn felt the sudden relief as Dayn took some of the pain. She felt tears slicking her cheeks again as she tried to close the connection again but just... couldn't. She just didn't have the energy. It was like all of her mana, all of her energy, it was all just... gone. Arryn could feel Dayn tense as the pain hit him and it hurt her knowing that he was feeling some of that pain, but by the gods did it feel so much better. She could breathe.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn held Arryn tightly and leaned his head over her shoulder. He didn't want her seeing him in pain, not when she was finally breathing easy and able to function. He managed to keep his breathing steady, which helped keep his heart rate down some, but he knew he would eventually pass out from the absolute strain and stress of it all. His body was already losing heat slowly as it was. Please, just a little further. Hold out just a little more. Once the pain has died enough I can close the connection.

 

[Dragongal]

The next few moments were tense as the pain slowly eased down until Arryn felt that she could actually move to some extent and breathe with ease. She wanted to thank him, but even ignoring the pain, she was just too exhausted to do it. She managed to lightly nuzzle against his neck, pressing her cold lips to his warm skin, before giving up and just laying limp against him. At least the pain was gone enough so she could start to think straight.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn felt himself starting to slip away more and more. By the time Arryn kissed his neck he had already most of the way closed the connection. His arms started to feel limp as he still held Arryn. Finally he turned just enough to return the kiss before completely surrendering to the black. His body heat subsided to a steady pulse, coming in slow waves that lasted for half a minute before dying back down. Dayn had done all he could and his body had taken quite the toll, but in the end he knew it was worth it.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn looked up at Dayn, knowing he had passed out. She nuzzled against him weakly, waiting for the pain to subside enough so exhausition could take her. She still savored the warmth coming off of Dayn. Her body temperature hadn't raised much, but she couldn't feel the cold so badly. A few minutes later and she gratefully slipped from consciousness.

 

[BookWyrm]

Hours went by without a stir. Finally, sometime in the late afternoon, Dayn opened his weary eyes and tried to blink back the tears that started to fall. Arryn was limp against him in her own state of exhaustion, and at the moment Dayn couldn't move much to do anything about it. He gently nuzzled against her neck as they lay together. At this point Dayn was far too tired to fall asleep again, so instead he rested against Arryn and waited for her to eventually come around. If he passed out again oh well.

 

[Dragongal]

After a while Arryn slowly stirred, having noticed Dayn's nuzzling. He wasn't as warm as earlier. She opened her eyes to look at him and slowly reached out to wipe off his tears. She gave him a weak smile. "Morning, mo chroi." Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but it was the best she could do.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn sighed quietly and leaned his head against Arryn. "Hey." His voice was ragged and weary, the perfect match for Arryn's. He slowly rubbed a hand over her neck gently. Anything to help her relax. Dayn slowly pressed his face against Arryn's neck as he tried to warm himself up just a little more. Even after all of that he managed to get a spark going just a tad warmer. "Gotta stop meeting like this.", he laughed quietly.

 

[Dragongal]

"I agree, what would our folks say, us bein' married and all." Arryn kissed his cheek lightly as he tried to warm himself up against her neck. her temperature wasn't more than cool, almost chill. But she didn't feel the cold, really. "I'm afraid I can't give you much warmth... I don't really have any."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn shook his head slightly, though he was still smiling. "I meant waking up feeling like this." At least she still had some good humor about everything. "Its okay Arryn. I'm not sure how much I can you give myself."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn nuzzled against him. "It's okay. You don't need to give me any. You just need to rest. We both do." Arryn pulled up the blankets for both of them. The thought crossed her mind to move away from him, in case her cold body was taking from his warmth, but she couldn't bring herself to even suggest moving away from him. "I'm personally exhausted." Arryn slowly reached out, using all of her strength, and pushed back Dayn's hair tenderly. She put all the emotion she couldn't say at the moment into that small, weak gesture. "Dayn... what you did earlier, taking some of my pain... You shouldn't have done that. I could never have asked you for that. I admit, it felt... amazing, when you did, I could finally breathe again without pain, but... you were already using your pyromancy, and... you've already been hurt. I can't thank you enough, but you shouldn't have taken that pain for me."