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thearena2015-02-09 03:47 pm
revocation) wrote in thearena2015-02-09 03:47 pm
i woke up and he was screaming; open-ish
Who| Cullen and cave-mates/others who might be loitering around the caves!
What| Cullen sucks at sleeping. He wanders around a lot instead.
Where| In and around the caves.
When| Early week 2, during and just after the snowfall.
Warnings/Notes| Descriptions of torture, both physical and mental, and some body horror imagery.
(A)
His quarters at Skyhold had been ideally suited for his situation. Not only did they have easy access to both the main keep and the training yard, with arrow slits overlooking the main gate, but the tower was far enough away from the other sleeping quarters for Cullen to have the privacy he so needed - not just for his own peace of mind, but to keep from disturbing anyone else, with his restless nights - and the nightmares.
There's no escaping the dreams, not since he stopped taking lyrium. He sleeps, and they come. Nearly every night, he's back in Kinloch Hold, in the cage they made for him, and the demons return - not true demons, he doesn't think, just shadows of the ones that Uldred summoned, the ones that tormented him for days. Causing him pain in order to make him beg for it to stop. Showing him images of things he wanted but couldn't have, trying to convince him it could all be his if he gave into them. Other images, more horrible, showing him what would happen to those he cared about if he didn't.
And more recently, the dreams are sometimes tinged with red - red lyrium, eating away at him, destroying him from the inside and making him a monster, while the demons watch, offer to take it all away if he'll have them...
If he cries out in his sleep, thrashes and moans, well, that's pretty normal, until he wakes himself, his skin clammy and damp with sweat as he gets up.
(B)
Instead of bothering with sleep, he often scouts near the caves - just to make sure there aren't any approaching threats, inadvertent or no. He collects fresh water from the river, and keeps his knife on him at all times as he trudges through the snow. The dark circles under his eyes indicate his sleepless state - it's not really any better with Adella here, as he now has her to worry about as well. And she without her magic, to boot.
If someone had told him even a few years ago that he would be outraged and upset about a mage being separated from their magic with no ill effects, he would've found it preposterous. And yet, here he is. Not just outraged, but worried, because said mage is his leader - and his lover. He's come a very long way in ten years. Now if only the blasted nightmares would stop.
What| Cullen sucks at sleeping. He wanders around a lot instead.
Where| In and around the caves.
When| Early week 2, during and just after the snowfall.
Warnings/Notes| Descriptions of torture, both physical and mental, and some body horror imagery.
(A)
His quarters at Skyhold had been ideally suited for his situation. Not only did they have easy access to both the main keep and the training yard, with arrow slits overlooking the main gate, but the tower was far enough away from the other sleeping quarters for Cullen to have the privacy he so needed - not just for his own peace of mind, but to keep from disturbing anyone else, with his restless nights - and the nightmares.
There's no escaping the dreams, not since he stopped taking lyrium. He sleeps, and they come. Nearly every night, he's back in Kinloch Hold, in the cage they made for him, and the demons return - not true demons, he doesn't think, just shadows of the ones that Uldred summoned, the ones that tormented him for days. Causing him pain in order to make him beg for it to stop. Showing him images of things he wanted but couldn't have, trying to convince him it could all be his if he gave into them. Other images, more horrible, showing him what would happen to those he cared about if he didn't.
And more recently, the dreams are sometimes tinged with red - red lyrium, eating away at him, destroying him from the inside and making him a monster, while the demons watch, offer to take it all away if he'll have them...
If he cries out in his sleep, thrashes and moans, well, that's pretty normal, until he wakes himself, his skin clammy and damp with sweat as he gets up.
(B)
Instead of bothering with sleep, he often scouts near the caves - just to make sure there aren't any approaching threats, inadvertent or no. He collects fresh water from the river, and keeps his knife on him at all times as he trudges through the snow. The dark circles under his eyes indicate his sleepless state - it's not really any better with Adella here, as he now has her to worry about as well. And she without her magic, to boot.
If someone had told him even a few years ago that he would be outraged and upset about a mage being separated from their magic with no ill effects, he would've found it preposterous. And yet, here he is. Not just outraged, but worried, because said mage is his leader - and his lover. He's come a very long way in ten years. Now if only the blasted nightmares would stop.