First hallucinations (albeit very real-looking and solid ones) and now Swift felt awful. And trying to figure out just exactly what happened and was not helping either. He couldn't quite bring himself to believe that this was even a real place--until he remembered through the pain what exactly had happened to Azriel and Aleeme and how they'd disappeared right from underneath everyhar. He grit his teeth and tried not to think about that, too. Breaking down would only hurt more.
Besides, this not feeling well was far more worrying. He'd never experienced anything like it, and hara were't supposed to get sick. At this point in his life, he wouldn't have put it past somehar to have figured out how to manage it (probably Lianvis) and he could come up with all kinds of reasons why it would be helpful to do it to him. Even so, it seemed ill-advised.
He had to pause for a moment to lean against a building and close his eyes until the world stopped spinning for a moment or else he felt like he really was going to be sick. If nothing else, it made him easy to find and hard for him to get away. He almost wanted to smile wryly but couldn't manage it--he'd gotten cynical. Not necessarily a bad thing in his position, but it had crept up on him before he realized it.
After a few deep breaths he managed to open his eyes again and put the best smile he could on his face, though it definitely felt pained and probably looked that way too. Someone here had to know what was going on, right? Maybe he could stop someone...
"Excuse me, and I'm sorry if this sounds strange, but could you please tell me what's going on?"
Swift har Parasiel | Wraeththu (will match format)
First hallucinations (albeit very real-looking and solid ones) and now Swift felt awful. And trying to figure out just exactly what happened and was not helping either. He couldn't quite bring himself to believe that this was even a real place--until he remembered through the pain what exactly had happened to Azriel and Aleeme and how they'd disappeared right from underneath everyhar. He grit his teeth and tried not to think about that, too. Breaking down would only hurt more.
Besides, this not feeling well was far more worrying. He'd never experienced anything like it, and hara were't supposed to get sick. At this point in his life, he wouldn't have put it past somehar to have figured out how to manage it (probably Lianvis) and he could come up with all kinds of reasons why it would be helpful to do it to him. Even so, it seemed ill-advised.
He had to pause for a moment to lean against a building and close his eyes until the world stopped spinning for a moment or else he felt like he really was going to be sick. If nothing else, it made him easy to find and hard for him to get away. He almost wanted to smile wryly but couldn't manage it--he'd gotten cynical. Not necessarily a bad thing in his position, but it had crept up on him before he realized it.
After a few deep breaths he managed to open his eyes again and put the best smile he could on his face, though it definitely felt pained and probably looked that way too. Someone here had to know what was going on, right? Maybe he could stop someone...
"Excuse me, and I'm sorry if this sounds strange, but could you please tell me what's going on?"