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Journal Entry #94: Dreamcatcher's Telepathic Bond [Text Roleplay]

by Aniks Aliforn

Nothing cured exhaustion like a royal palace's entire stock of lavish pillows, but that wasn't necessarily true, especially when they had just faced a shard. It felt like it was helping. Aniks had slowly released any of Pharasma's power he held after the shard's ascension, letting both his physical exhaustion and whatever exhaustion followed after holding Death's power wash over him.
 
The two had been silent in each other's arms on those pillows. Aniks didn't really want to let her go. Not when he had known she had died twice during their fight with the shards. When Aniks finally spoke, he first tried to use their telepathic bond. "How are you doing Dreamcatcher?"
 
Quiet, for Celuriel, was normal. The way she pressed a little closer to him, curling into his embrace, when he asked how she was? That was a little more unusual. The use of their bond was a blessing, at least; she could keep her face pressed against his shirt, like this.
 
"...tired. and I want to leave. we should be with our daughter." The telepathic bond dulled the terse tone, but it could not hide the slight tremble that carried through her.
 
Gently the drow rested his chin on top of her head. A part of Aniks hurt when the elf trembled, slowly he breathed out. His arms were already around Celuriel, they had been for a while but he tightened his embrace for a moment in response to his wife's mental thoughts.
 
“I miss the sound of her little talons on our floor,” Aniks said through their mental bond. “I wish it hadn’t taken this long.”
 
Celuriel stayed still, drinking in Aniks's warmth (for even if Pharasma's mark had taken some, Celuriel was used to far, far colder) and comfort, and offering what she could in return. Her mental response came near instantly. "the way she breaks into our room sometimes when she's excited. her laughing. we should be home."
 
She lapsed into silence, then, for a few moments, hesitant as if wanting to say more. It didn't often take her long to find the words.
 
"...death wasn't like that before," she finally murmured over their bond, expression still well-hidden, tone as flat as ever.
 
A small longing smile appeared across his face at the memory Celuriel evoked. Aniks briefly stopped softly scratching circled in her back as she mentioned her death. He had hoped that room of darkness had just been him, but that was just wishful thinking.
“Was it that black void?” Aniks asked, voice soft over the bond, again scratching circles into her back.
 
"...yes. cold and dark. my sister could do the same with magic, but it wasn't... complete like that. as total. empty." She tugged at her partner, needing the closeness; arms tight around his chest with unspoken concern. "I couldn't reach Magdh. even when I tried. was it the same for you?"
 
Messing with the clasp of his cloak for a moment, Celuriel soon found it wrapped around the two of them. Her husband just held her for a long while. The comparison to his sister's magic had probably made the experience in that void all the worse. "It wasn't. That darkness was fractured, and I swear I saw something behind that broken blackness. Moving."
 
The shadows of Aniks's cape were at least a welcome darkness, and the warmth it provided - the security of a blanket - was a kindness she didn't know how to verbalise her thanks for. So she didn't, and just snuggled into it whilst thinking about what Aniks had said.
 
"why was yours broken? pharasma?" she asked plainly. Perhaps trying to not dwell so much on her own experiences.
 
"I don't think so." Even within that mental bond, Aniks would have liked his words to have been more uncertain. Wanted Pharasma to be the easy answer, it still could be, but he knew it was likely a combination of a lot that allowed him that brief look past that fractured reality.
 
"Not completely at least. I had brought myself back with her aid so I wasn't completely cut off, on top of my connection to Death. I think my soul being broken had allowed me to see whatever that had been. You said it once. Sometimes the dead can see what the living cannot. Or something like that."
 
Celuriel was slow to respond. Considering Aniks's situation, tossing it over in her mind -- finally, frowning into his shirt. "your goddess needs to explain that more. that doesn't sound like a good thing. you shouldn't be dealing with worse."
Footsteps echoed nearby on the warm stone floor as someone approached their nest. Celuriel couldn't see who it was; they weren't clanking, so it wasn't Ashlyn, and they sounded too heavy to be Kraia. So she ignored them. Aniks could deal with them, if they wanted to see the two of them.
 
Naseem glanced over the cuddling couple, amusement - and something softer, more gentle - flashing across his face. He waited for a moment in silence; if either of them was up for a chat, he'd be there, and if not? Well, wasn't going to hurt him to wait until morning.
 
Lifting his head for a moment, Naseem was met with a small smile and the drow mouthed the word ‘later’. If it were truly important, he would have said it already. He placed his chin back on top of Celuriel's head.
 
“She promised answers next time.” Aniks finally said after the Dhampir left. He was thankful for the telepathic bond, still those words were uncertain. Aniks wasn’t sure if the answers Death would provide were the ones he wanted or needed to hear. “I’m just glad Pharasma hasn’t whisked me away for once.”
 
Naseem nodded, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he pulled a blanket from his bag of holding, letting it fall near enough to Aniks on the pillows that either one of the couple could grab it if they wanted it, gave his fellow psychopomp champion a jaunty salute, and walked away with his hands in his pockets. Didn't seem to be any urgency in his pose through any of this; honestly, Naseem seemed like one of the least-stressed people in the room.
 
"don't give her ideas." Celuriel would be glaring if she was bothering to look up. "the answers. can you wait for them? I don't want you to go away. not for a while." Unsaid: not until she and Avariel had spent more time with him, and not until the chill of death had left her bones again.
 
Rolling his eyes at the salute, but took the blanket to drap over the two of them.
 
At her words Aniks kissed her forehead before resting her head on top of her. "I promise." Those words he whispered to her, but continued through their bond the drow said. "I won't disappear any time soon. Those answers can wait and so can she."
 

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