[ he's thought about it. barreling into the hallway just to see what might happen, because death has rarely felt real until he's already down for the count and ash is cursing and dragging him back toward the land of the living by the force of his iron will and the sheer magnitude of his fury that embry would ever try to leave him in such a horrific way.
the fire in the halls doesn't feel nearly as real as the hurt pounding through his chest. ]
it doesn't sound like bullshit. i wasn't scared, either. not until later. when everything started to feel fuzzy and hurt.
[ that's sobering. it reminds him of dag dying in his arms, embry trying futilely again and again to make the call to his sister with no service in a warzone, because dag was asking on his last, sputtering breaths. he would have done anything, including collecting skin or hair or bones to bury just so he could be buried. his gin comes back up as acid bile, and he spends a long moment catching his breath. ]
same fight. i got angry and did something stupid, according to ash. got shot twice. sources say i would have died if he hadn't carried me out into the woods and watched over me until sunup. he stole supplies off some dead carpathian soldiers, patched me up, and pumped me full of morphine to help me make it through the night. three months of rehab and now i'm good as new. do you want to know a secret?
stop doing that. you don't have to butter me up just because you think i'm sad over you dumping me.
🔒 (forgot to say this whole thread is private except alicent piously spying irl)
the fire in the halls doesn't feel nearly as real as the hurt pounding through his chest. ]
it doesn't sound like bullshit. i wasn't scared, either.
not until later. when everything started to feel fuzzy and hurt.
[ that's sobering. it reminds him of dag dying in his arms, embry trying futilely again and again to make the call to his sister with no service in a warzone, because dag was asking on his last, sputtering breaths. he would have done anything, including collecting skin or hair or bones to bury just so he could be buried. his gin comes back up as acid bile, and he spends a long moment catching his breath. ]
same fight. i got angry and did something stupid, according to ash. got shot twice.
sources say i would have died if he hadn't carried me out into the woods and watched over me until sunup. he stole supplies off some dead carpathian soldiers, patched me up, and pumped me full of morphine to help me make it through the night.
three months of rehab and now i'm good as new.
do you want to know a secret?
stop doing that. you don't have to butter me up just because you think i'm sad over you dumping me.