#threads | dreadwxlf

[dcviums]

@dreadwxlf asked:

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

For Nimue, whose mind had been reduced to some sort of scrambled meat, nothing was known! Her fingers flexed against the pain of her bandaged mark. "People don't go enough places. Especially humans and dwarves. They find their spots and accept their realities. It's all 'the Stone' this, 'the Chantry' that. The Dalish are probably also messing up, but at least they move around. Just... okay, a little blindly. No one is thinking about what they encounter, they're just deciding."

[dcviums]

@dreadwxlf asked:

" And when's the last time you slept? "

Did it matter? She slept about as much as Cullen did and he was fine, right? She would be fine, too, surely. "I'm functional." That wasn't an answer. She didn't want to sleep. Sleep was nightmares and fear and panic. Sleep was death and blood and creeping darkness. "I'm okay. I won't hinder anyone, I promise." That was why Solas was asking, wasn't it? It had to be. She could be useful, even without sleep. She would be useful.