[ It happens so quickly that it takes Brennan a moment to catch up. His reactions slow and sluggish - mostly due to the drugs, but also just the bone-deep exhaustion that's sunken deeper into him as days progress and the infection spreads.
He stares down at the screaming cultist on the floor dispassionately, giving a slow blink before his mind registers those fingers wrapping around his wrist. And that voice. How long has it been since he'd heard it outside of his hallucinations?
His head comes up, disbelief written across his features. ]
Dorian? [ His voice is raw, hoarse, and torn, sounding like he'd been given it far too much or far too little use of late.
But then the warm touch to his skin sends alarm bells clanging in his mind and he jerks out of that grip with a horrified gasp, falling backwards and away from his Bonded, eyes wide and terrified. ]
No, Dorian, stay back! You can't...! Don't touch me, it's not safe!
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He stares down at the screaming cultist on the floor dispassionately, giving a slow blink before his mind registers those fingers wrapping around his wrist. And that voice. How long has it been since he'd heard it outside of his hallucinations?
His head comes up, disbelief written across his features. ]
Dorian? [ His voice is raw, hoarse, and torn, sounding like he'd been given it far too much or far too little use of late.
But then the warm touch to his skin sends alarm bells clanging in his mind and he jerks out of that grip with a horrified gasp, falling backwards and away from his Bonded, eyes wide and terrified. ]
No, Dorian, stay back! You can't...! Don't touch me, it's not safe!