“V-Vethna I can’t...” he says, giving a raspy response. The buildings, colors, and smells- everything felt too sharp, too foreign and familiar all at once.
“Just breathe De Payens, breathe” Vethna says. He’s practically clawing into their back, searching for purchase. Memories become waves crashing against the rocks of his mind; images of another life crashing against the present. Why was it so damn hard to exhale?!
“Everything is- he gasps, starting to feel the edges of his vision blur, sweat trailing his face.
Wings flap in the distance.
“Rollo, Vethna whispers softly, bringing him back to reality “breathe.”
They place their hand on his chest and all at once- the world steadies itself.
He feels their heartbeat as he presses against them, it’s rhythm becoming his rhythm, a wordless song with defenseless purpose.
Fanart featuring @exilethegame ‘s Vethna and my Wolf! inspired exile.