Nightmares Take Us All

Marcel smiled softly as Eithne slipped her arm through his, her presence offering him a sense of calm he hadn’t realized he needed. It was the small moments like these, where they moved in sync without even trying, that reminded him why their partnership worked so well. They had this quiet understanding, an unspoken bond that carried them through the toughest times.

Exactly, he replied, nodding as Eithne recalled the stages of the Blight. It’s a horrible chain reaction, spreading through everything it touches. And yeah, we’ll keep our distance. We’re here to observe, gather intel, and if things get hairy—well, that’s where your fire comes in. He shot her a playful grin, though the seriousness of the situation wasn’t lost on him.

As much as Marcel tried to lighten the mood, he knew that the Blight wasn’t something to take lightly. It twisted both the body and the mind, corrupting everything in its path. He was grateful to have Eithne by his side, even if her past made her wary of magic. He trusted her instincts, her sharp mind, and her ability to keep him grounded.

And you know what? I like that plan—get in, gather what we need for Rosalie, and get out. Then, a good drink, real food, and a proper bed sound like heaven after all this. We’ve definitely earned it.

He squeezed her arm lightly, the familiar warmth of their connection settling into place as they walked. Despite the daunting task ahead, knowing that they would face it together made it bearable. They weren’t just surviving; they were navigating this strange new world as a team, and Marcel wouldn’t have it any other way.

He glanced over at Eithne, his voice softening. And hey, just so you know... I’m really glad we’re doing this together. I don’t think I could do it without you.

@Eithne