[ Death has loomed large these past few weeks, its shadow stretching toward everyone he knows and loves, and yet that weight, when it reached him, had begun to feel almost peaceful. Now that it presses against chest and seals the air from his lungs, he can't imagine how he ever saw it that way. He's barely cognizant of the feeling of wings wrapping around him, keeping him from properly drowning for the few seconds it takes for Marc to finish entering the code. His patron's protection; though it feels different somehow, strange as it had been when he first set foot in Barovia.
He doesn't have time to think about it. The water rushes up and away, and then Adrian is doubled over on his knees, head pounding, coughing up dark water. He looks up at the sound of footsteps, relief washing over him in a rush. ]
You— [ He coughs around it. So much for that thank you. ] Are you hurt?
[ He's already reaching for the edge of a desk to try hauling himself up. He has little magic left, but he remembers the blood. There's something terribly wrong with this place, and it only feels more wrong by the second. ]
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He doesn't have time to think about it. The water rushes up and away, and then Adrian is doubled over on his knees, head pounding, coughing up dark water. He looks up at the sound of footsteps, relief washing over him in a rush. ]
You— [ He coughs around it. So much for that thank you. ] Are you hurt?
[ He's already reaching for the edge of a desk to try hauling himself up. He has little magic left, but he remembers the blood. There's something terribly wrong with this place, and it only feels more wrong by the second. ]