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O prince, thy name, Survival

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The days were moving too quickly. It seemed like a shadow swept over the valley every hour, plunging it into darkness and moving swiftly by. He had already counted three such shadows. He knew he needed to move, but his legs felt frozen. He felt only the blood on his chest and the aching pain in his limbs. The blood was not yet dry, the spasms of intensity to his pains not yet faded away. He could hardly breathe. He fell unconscious again, and dreamed.

--

Each dream he had in the valley was the same. He “woke”, wandering in a foggy forest. A small stream flowed through the middle of it. Division. The scent of blood was in the air. His instincts told him to hunt, to run, to chase. He set himself to it – but his legs collapsed and his body smashed against the river-worn rocks. Each time, he was once again made aware of two things: the stream had once been wider, and the blood was his own. He would drift out of the dream with one new thought: there were greater hunters than him in these woods.

--

He awoke again, for real this time, still in the valley. His legs were still crushed, but his arms felt steadier, stronger now. The scent of his blood was still overwhelming, he knew it was still flowing.

  • What shall you do, prince so-far-fallen? To whom shall you now appeal for help? No mentor to guide you, no lover beside you – what have you sought, and how far has it gone?


He tried to stand up. It did not work.
  • On what do you depend? The tender kisses of so many admirers? See now; look around you, and see that they are gone.
The valley was dark again, but the shadow was passing through. It would soon be gone.
  • Look and see that your help is gone! Look and see that there is no hope left within you!
But what good was light if he could not walk?
  • Bleeding, aching on the ground! Crushed child, cursed child, die tonight!
Finally, he remembered. And he began to crawl.

A swift wind picked up as the shadow swept over the valley, seeming to chase it out to usher in the sunlight. The valley was still dark, the hills on either side of him preventing the light from sinking deeply in, but it was light enough to see by. He did not need his legs, not right now. He sought simply a better place to bleed in. He knew there were greater hunters in the valley than him. He felt – no, imagined – Sobek’s hot breath on his ankles, and crawled towards the forest.

He reached it by noon.
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Our Lady Redeemer (fév. 2015)

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Frankly, he should have known better.

But knowing that - and having it repeated every thirty seconds, nagging at his mind like the cold creeping up his feet - wouldn't change where he was now: a good mile up a nameless mountain at dawn, with no one to find him should the frost catch up to him. And to think that he had put himself through this. Still, he thought, it couldn't be the worst decision he had ever made. And anyway, some of the worst things can become the best - he smiled, remembering the cold dampness of his first nights in Ferelden, and the sweet warmth of the Inquisitor --

"By My Will alone is Balance sundered, and the world given new life..."

The words were out of his mouth before he knew it, reminding him of his purpose here. He looked for a place to rest and cleared the snow from a stone nearby. He knelt before it, then suddenly grasped his heart as the feeling of foolishness set in.

"How could I presume to--"

He cut himself off, steadying his breath. He always reacted so strongly to his inner shame. He moved slowly now as he resumed his preparations, taking out a stone bowl and a small bunch of flowers, laying the bowl on the stone and the flowers in the bowl.

He pulled his cloak tighter around him, shivering.
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Cri du loup (avr. 2015)

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Il leva le tête.

"Mm ? Thiadaen...? Qu'est-ce que c'est ?" dit son amant.

"J'ai entendu ... quelque chose. Un loup, j'ai cru."

"Un loup?" Dorian se leva. "Mais je n'ai jamais vu un loup ici..."

"Ils n'habitent pas en Tevinter mais il y en a quelques uns ici en Ferelden," dit Thiadaen qui était déjà debout, cherchant son armure. "Ils préfèrent, bien sûr, ne pas être vus... mais quand ils ont faim ils chasseront tout ce qu'ils peuvent trouver."

Dorian prit sa robe et commença à s'habiller. "Et sont-ils dangereux?"

Thiadaen lui donna un coup d'oeil et Dorian légèrement rougit. "N'as-tu jamais vu les dents des Mabari ? Les loups en sont descendus. Ils sont dangereux, oui... mais généralement pas hostile. Mais après la Nielle..."

Dorian hocha la tête. "Je comprends."

Les deux hommes était maintenant tout deux habillés et ils sortirent de leur tente commun. En dehors se trouva Cassandra, qui inclina la tête lorsqu'elle les a vu.

"Ça va?" demanda Thiadaen.

"Oui, je vais bien, " repondit Cassandra, qui déjà parut ne plus être fatiguée, "mais Solas est disparu."

Thiadaen arpenta le campement. "Le feu est récemment éteint. Il était en garde?"

Cassandra sécoua la tête. "Non, c'etait moi mais... je suis entré dans la tente et... je ne me souviens pas. Puis j'ai entendu le cri du loup et je me suis levée." Elle ne le dit pas mais Thiadaen comprit : elle s'endormit. C'était pas typique d'elle.
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drabble (ca. s2 or 3)

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What are you worth?

House had been staring at the glass sitting on his coffee table before he heard the voice. Then he blinked. Evidently, it had been his first blink in a while. Furthermore, he had bigger problems to worry about, given that he had no idea where that voice had come from. If it were internal, it wouldn’t have been so loud, and if it were external, then he had an exceptionally well-hidden intruder. Ruling those out left one possibility: hallucination.

“You know, that’s a strange word,” he said out loud. “Makes you think light, which you can stretch to fit, but what about the ha—“

The hallucination spoke again. What are you worth? It asked insistently.

House was quiet now. It was right to ask that, he felt; here he was, sitting on his couch, alone in a cold room, talking to nothing. He certainly talked to himself, but not like this. He didn’t snark at himself. No, if he snarked, it was because someone was there to take it, someone to –

Push away?

Now he was frustrated. This hallucination had a familiar voice, but his mind was too hazy to place it. If he could just get some clarity –

Isn’t this what you always do, whenever you somehow get someone close to you?

There. Now he remembered. Now, Wilson was standing in front of his TV, staring at him. A much hazier Wilson, anyway. It was strange, though. It sounded like Wilson, but that wasn’t like him.

“What do you want?” faux-Wilson asked, staring into House’s eyes. This Wilson was meaner. Very uncharacteristic.

House didn’t answer. No use debating a figment of my imagination, he thought to himself. Then the faux-Wilson laughed cruelly.
“Shying away from an argument? You’re a coward!” He still refused to respond. Why is my mind conjuring a fake Wilson to torment me? The guy’s like a big puppy. The only person less likely to be doing this is Cameron. He wondered if the hallucination would shift at that thought, but it remained steadfastly Wilson.

“Come on, look at you, you’re pathetic. Do you really think you’re above this?” House ignored his taunts, trying to think of a way to dispel the hallucination. He thought of the meals Wilson had made for him, the lies that he told for him – sweet, virtuous Wilson, lying for him –

“Come on, House. Be honest. What are you worth?”

“Enough for your sorry ass to still be fighting for me,” he said. He felt a rush as the vision vanished, and he passed out.
---
In his dreams, he met another fake Wilson, but this one passed better. He was slavishly devoted to House – he did whatever he needed him to. Lie, cheat, steal, even –

The phone startled him out of his thoughts before they could get dangerous. It was Cameron, calling to entice him onto a new case. As his irritation grew, his dream memories rapidly faded, until he forgot all the specifics. He still remembered Wilson, though.
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