Dagramir

Found:

Anger and confusion.

I think I've lost him. That's a good thing, right? It's what I wanted, what I needed but... not like this, however this is.

I was bored again. I was lonely again. I went outside to enjoy the sun and met a man. We talked. We drank. We ended up in bed. There's naught wrong with that. Alright, he's not the prettiest or wittiest of creatures. Sure, he started off our encounter with insults, but he's single, I'm single, where's the harm?

Found:

Resourcefulness in the face of tedium!

The days blur into one at this point. I sit, I rest, I stare at walls and try so very hard not to daydream. The healer comes to check on me, makes her sour faces and sarcastic comments, pokes, prods and leaves. Dagramir comes, sometimes just to see if I'm still where I should be, sometimes for a chat. It's all so boring.

Found:

My stuff!

I know what the healer said. I know what Sil' said. I can't say I cared. My bag was still where I left it, at my campsite, and I needed to get it back!

Found:

A source of great amusement to keep me entertained during my convalescence.

Dagramir had a healer in his pocket. Who knew? A decent one as well, it seems. She didn't just throw some herbs at me and tell me to take it easy like so many would. She actually gave me a full examination, which was a little bit weird, but rather insightful.

Found:

A new purpose.

A whole host of pain.

The last few days have been draining to say the least. I'm exhausted emotionally, physically and mentally. But not all of it has been terrible.

Silver sank back down to the floor, her back against the tree. The light was fading now, her campfire long since turned to ash; a fitting visual to her sunken mood. She closed her eyes against the coming dark, not needing further reminder of what lay both behind and ahead, and simply breathed.

Blood. Dagramir had seen plenty of it, but there was something melancholy about the way this particular taboo liquid spurted out of the neck he had just drove his dagger through. Not his own, oh no, he had seen quite enough of his own blood in recent times to warrant at least a break from blood expulsion. No, the blood that now dripped down the ancient wall of stone before him belonged to the middle-aged local whom he held clamped in his grasp.

Found:

Give me a chance! I've not even left yet!

I'm a coward. I know I am. Oh, that sweet pretty little lady Neyaa may well call me the bravest woman she's met, but we both know she was flirting with me. Of course she was. I'm gorgeous!

But there lies my cowardice in all its glory.

Denial.

I don't think I've ever felt like this. Not truly. Not even with Tailia. My own fucking wife could not evoke such disdain, such hate. Yet this woman did. This fucking woman. Who the fuck is she? Was anything ever real? I doubt it. She made her decision. After everything we shared, after everything that I did, and gave up, for her...