vax'ildan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} deathwalker) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} noexits, |
Vax wasn't a stranger to the spaces between life and death. Simply by virtue of the life he led, it wasn't unusual for he or his friends to be up and down multiple times in a fight - winning one second, on the brink the next, brought back by a potion or a healing spell only for the fight to continue like nothing strange had happened. And since his deal for his sister's life, his own dreams had been increasingly comprised of that space.
Not awake. Not asleep. Somewhere in the space between both of those, between living and dying, where the gods took up space. Or at least one god in particular did.
Crossing the line was like that. Like being outside his body somehow, held in place even though he didn't know if he still had form. So for a second, he thought maybe he'd fallen asleep on the trip. Embarrassing, really, to think that one second he'd been staring out the window while marveling at how fast they were going and how quickly the scenery was whipping by, and in the next he'd nodded off.
Gods, he hoped he wasn't drooling.
He sank into the feeling with more acceptance than he might have months ago, but when the featureless white mask of the Raven Queen failed to appear a knot of concern finally started to form in his stomach. Or what would have been his stomach if he had one at the moment.
Something's wrong. He tried to say it out loud, but with no proper form it was more a thought than anything else. And he wasn't sure if any of the others could hear, or even where they were. He tried to move closer to them - to anything - but he couldn't even be sure he was moving, much less whether he was moving in the direction of his companions.
Are... Doing anything felt almost insurmountable, but Vax was determined to push back against whatever it was holding them all. ...all right?