victor è morto. thats it. that’s the meme.
oh, victor conley was a dumb, stupid fool, but it hardly mattered, anymore. he wouldn’t regret this.
wolfram got hurt far too much for his liking. it had gotten to point where he feared for him, feared for his death. he didn’t want to lose someone else, not him. it made him fight more, made him think differently in battle. it showed, this day, when a blow was headed right for the other man, & in a panic ; vic pushed him out of the way. that sword had to go somewhere, & it did⏤straight into vic’s chest, instead. he understood the moment he tasted the rusty crimson in his mouth. there weren’t healers, they were too far from skyhold. this could only end one way. he dropped, & things got very blurry. but one way or another, they became safe again. perhaps he’d been dragged from the danger, or wolfram had killed every enemy within sight, he didn’t remember. hands pressed against his wounds, blood spilling from old, torn leathers. it was getting all over the grass. what a mess. once his mind began to register just what was going on as opposed to the mess he was making, vic felt oddly like he was choking, craning his neck to spit up blood, realizing he’d been struggling to hyperventilate the whole time. he looked down at his own wound, & flinched with his fear ⏤ don’t do that. it’ll make it worse. just look at wolfram. another realization dawned on him when he did just that ⏤ he didn’t regret this, but he was terrified. he had no solid beliefs, no spiritual guarantee that death wasn’t just some lonely void of nothing in the end. besides all that, life was starting to be good again, he was starting to be good again, & was enjoying it. he didn’t want to be done, & , he noticed, he didn’t want to leave wolfram behind. that man had been through enough, he thought. all of his thoughts & worry for the one trying to help him put a pit in his stomach, & he began to shake more than he already had been, reaching out to desperately grab onto wolfram.
❝i’m scared … ❞ he choked on the subconscious words as they lept out without permission, unable to get anything else out in his panic. feebly, he pulled himself upwards closer to wolfram, trying to wrap hopeless arms around him, face hiding in the crook of his neck. let me stay here. please hold me, please, sing to me, i remember it. he wanted to say so much, but he couldn’t figure out how. ❝i’m scared,❞trembling fingers dug to cling to the other man, ❝it hurts, i’m scared, wolfram⏤ ❞
these words continued on in a panicked, tearful string, ❝i’m scared, i’m scared, i’m scared …❞ until vic’s body tensed up, a sharp, pained breath being drawn in, & he went limp against wolfram, his own once-hugging arms falling slack around him.
