Ascending Legends

[BookWyrm]

Dayn laughed and smiled as he shook his head. "No, not like that. You have to get the mix just right of the cake doesn't hold up. You put it on the plate and it kinda goes.....blegh...all over the place." Dayn made a kind of exploding motion with his hands to add emphasis to the image.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn smiled and reached around to take one of his hands and layit on her arm so his arm was wrapped around her, and took his other hand in hers. "Well, you make great cakes, and you're comfy."

 

[BookWyrm]

"That is good to know.", Dayn said as he nuzzled up against Arryn. "Don't stay awake just for me hon. I'm feeling tired myself."

 

[Dragongal]

"Okay." That little permission was all Arryn needed to doze off, still holding his hand. For about two hours it was just black, solid, dreamless sleep to cure exhaustion, but then dreams set in. Again, the dog dream haunted her - the screams, the sound of her skull cracking against the pavement, the feeling as she lost control - but it was different this time. This time... when she attacked the man, she got his blood on her hands... and it froze. Not only did it freeze, but it formed into almost claws, and she proceeded to practically shred the man apart....


Arryn woke up with a scream, panting as she bolted up to a sitting position. Her body ached with the cold that had responded to her nightmare, but she was starting to warm up already. Damn... Gods.... just... damn....

 

[BookWyrm]

Despite the scream Dayn was oblivious to Arryn or the world. Somewhere between them falling asleep and Arryn being startled awake a fever had set in and the sickness that had been slowly building in Dayn's body finally reared it's head. His pyromancy had mixed with a fever as sweat beaded against his skin. He dreamed the mindless, unexplainable fever dreams that came with the affliction. Even in his sleep, though, he groaned and stirred uncomfortably as the assailants of his mind came from all corners of the nightmare, all of them threatening to rend him to pieces. Tears poured from his eyes but turned to steam halfway down his cheeks as he mumbled incoherently.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn panted as she caught her breath, relieved to find that it had only been a nightmare - and one that she could, luckily, shake off. But why hadn't Dayn woken? Why hadn't her husband pulled her close like he normally did...? It wasn't that she was disappointed, she just... had come to expect it. Honestly her body craved it, so her heart could slow down that much faster. She looked to Dayn, shocked to see his condition. Immediately, any part of her own problems were forgotten, though her heart didn't slow any. "Dayn? Mo chroi, sh, it's okay. It's okay, I promise, we're safe...." She brushed some of his hair back and pulled her hand away in surprise. Damned pyromancy. She leaned back and took a few slow, deep breaths before setting to work again, pulling on that inner calm she used when working. Without even commanding it, her ice magic took the heat from her hand and balanced it out so she could touch him without discomfort, and even help cool him down some. She leaned close again and slowly caressed his cheek, trying to let him feel that she was there and they were safe. First things first, cool him down. Then figure out exactly what was wrong. Her new magic complied, chilling her whole body so that when she was close to him it would help on that front. Next thing: what the Hel was this?

 

[BookWyrm]

Even in the fever dreams Dayn could feel the cool touch of his wife. The change in temperature was enough of a shock to bring him out of the dreams and into a mildly distorted reality. He drew in a sharp gasp before coughing. Why did his body ache like this? He felt like his heart would burst out from his chest if it didn't catch fire first. But...wait. Why was there a cool, calming presence about him? "Ar-Arryn?" Dayn's voice was quiet and raspy. His throat felt dry and raw. His eyes were red and bloodshot, but he managed to find his wife there leaning over him. He reached out, his hand shaking, and touched her cheek. She felt so cold, yet the cold felt amazing. He tried to speak, his voice coming out in gravelly chokes and coughs, but he managed to get out a few clear words. "Sick......not...g-g-good. S-s-s-sssorry."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn took his hand in hers and held her fingers over his wrist. That was the best way to cool someone down, as the wrist had a direct connection to the heart. After a few moments she laid his hand down at his side. "I'm going to get you water." Needless to say, the water was cold, but not cold enough to shock him. Her magic was cooperating with her on this one, that was for sure. She helped him sit up and gave him the water. "Easy, now. Once you go back to sleep I'll pay Mom a call. I've got no magic for healing disease, only helping a bit. Besides that, I'm not going to leave your side, okay? I promise."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn's eyes closed in pain as he leaned up. His scars, all of them actually, were burning him as whatever sickness coursed through his body. He managed two sips before he choked on the water. Once he had regained his composure he finish off the last of the liquid. He leaned against Arryn as he curled up, his body shaking from the fever. He wasn't sure if he wanted warmth or cold, each was inviting in it's own way. Whatever the Hel this was Dayn despised it already. It took a few minutes before he calmed down enough to speak in complete sentences. "I want to get to the bed." Dayn stood on shaky legs, constantly grimacing as the fire shot through his entire body on the trip to the bedroom.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn helped Dayn to the bed, then cuddled up against him, pulling him gently so he could lay against her chilled body while she brushed through his hair with cool fingers. "Just rest now, mo chroi. I'll make sure everything is okay. You just rest."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn wrapped his arms around Arryn and rested his head against her shoulder. For once he didn't feel like saying much. Whatever sickness was ailing him was kicking his butt. It took some time for him to finally get comfortable but after around ten minutes he finally fell asleep.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn looked down at Dayn and lightly kissed his forehead. She didn't want to leave him.... What would be the benefit of bringing Lenza anyway, this was a magic issue. Well, if it got any worse, she'd pay her mother a call. For now, she would take care of her husband herself.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn managed to sleep for thirty minutes at a time before waking up, stirring until he got comfortable again, and dozing off. After the sixth time he pressed his head against Arryn's neck and sighed heavily. "I just want to sleep." His fever had died down but the aching and burning remained to the point that he felt tears welling up in his eyes.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn pulled him closer and kissed his cheek, using some of her magic to numb his pain. "I can give you a potion to help you sleep easier, then use some magic to try to ease the aching? How does that sound?"

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn nodded slowly. "Water too...please." His throat and mouth were still dry enough that just talking hurt. Why did this sickness have to happen now?

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn nodded and crawled out of the bed, returning with a glass of water and a potion. She helped him sit up again and gave them to him while she started to use her magic to ease the pain in his body.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn drank the water first to make sure he could actually swallow the potion. The thick liquid had some issues sliding down his throat, but he finally managed to down it completely. After handing Arryn the empty glasses Dayn laid back into the bed and huddled up under the covers before cuddling up to Arryn. Even sick he wanted to be close to her. "Thank you."

 

[Dragongal]

"Youre welcome." Arryn kissed his forehead and began brushing her fingers through his hair again as she quietly hummed, hoping to help calm him so the potion could work. In her mind she was already laying out the spells to help him heal more quickly, and she had started easing the pain before and hadn't let off, so that the moment he fell asleep his body could take full advantage of it.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn laid his head against the hollow of Arryn's neck and closed his eyes as a tired smile played out across his face. Sleep came quickly, and not just the normal fever sleep. Thanks to Arryn's care Dayn managed to stay asleep and find the deep dreamless sleep he needed to jump start his healing.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn smiled a bit and pulled Dayn into her arms just enough so that she could wrap her arms around his waist and let her magic help cool him down. She cast the web of healing spells on him and let the magic do its work. After a little while she fell asleep, still holding Dayn protectively.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn didn't wake up until mid morning, and thanks to the sleeping draught he was a bit hung over and groggy. Still he didn't mind waking up cuddled against Arryn, even if he couldn't appreciate everything about her completely at the moment. The majority of the aching and burning had subsided for the time being. It's all thanks to her magic too.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn stirred when Dayn woke. She nuzzled against his cheek lightly, glad to note that he had cooled down some. "Good morning, mo chroi."

 

[BookWyrm]

"Morning." Dayn's voice was still raspy and quiet, but he seemed to be better off. He snuggled closer against Arryn. She was comfy, he was groggy and sick, it only made sense that he would probably want to snuggle that much more.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn smiled a bit and put her hand behind his head, tangling her finhers in his hair, holding him close, and kissing his forehead. She wanted to make him as comfortable as possible. "How did you sleep?"

 

[BookWyrm]

This feels amazing. Dayn couldn't help but smile and relax against Arryn as she played in his hair. "Once the draught kicked in I slept like a rock."