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WHO? Hei dipolar Dorian excelsus and maybe you!
WHAT? Dorian has an obligation to Hei whether he likes it or not
WHEN? Post Dorian's fail!kidnapping and Noctis's real!kidnapping
ANYTHING ELSE? Possible descriptions of violence, will update as necessary! Also top levels!

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[Dorian couldn’t remember much about what happened aide from the fact that he’d been accosted, Hei made some kind of grand rescue attempt that was going wrong from the start, blood magic, and then demons. Dorian looked down at his arm, he couldn’t remember doing it, but he knew he’d taken a blade to himself, across his chest as well. He could justify it however he wished—he was protecting himself, he was protecting Hei, he was out of his mind, he was drugged and already injured and panicked because he couldn’t access his magic.

It didn’t stop the shame from settling into the pit of his stomach and gaining a comfortable foothold there. It didn’t stop the tickle of fear, the thought of succumbing to temptation and becoming just the sort of person he despised, but the self-carnage would have to wait until he got his bearings.

He appeared to be in some kind of healing tent, probably not the appropriate word for it, but accuracy both alluded him and fell beyond his ability to care at the moment. He was in a cot, uncomfortable thing, though slightly above a bedroll, there were others around, people with injuries of varying degrees, but he was less concerned about that as there was only one person who should be here that was his responsibility. A glance to the left and with relief there was Hei.

Dorian knew how he’d gotten here, Chiron, that was another piece of his vague memory…but he wasn’t sure how Hei made it out, but he was glad that he did. Not glad that he was hurt…and that reminded him, was he still muted? No, he could feel the pull of magic, the little bit of mana he managed to pull together while resting.

Either instinct or responsibility enabled him, but with that little bit of mana he cast a Revival spell on Hei. Dorian was no Spirit Healer by any means, so this was the only spell he had that could heal anyone who was unconscious, the irony of it was that he couldn’t use it on himself only on other people. That was fine, but it would set him back, but he didn’t need his own vitals to improve, just Hei’s]

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(achilles leaves him in the hands of their nurses, but as capable as they are... well. there's not much to be done about the state of him.

hei doesn't truly wake for the better part of a day, a timeline reliant on a dark sky they saw when they were duelling competent enemies. the brief instances of dizzy alertness during these harrowing hours of uncertainty seem very much like unpleasant dreams. the first time he rouses for water, dimly realizing that the straps of his weapons, his jacket, and his shirt have all been cut away are to blame for his chill. the second time for a mop-up and rewrap, letting women wind tight bandages around festering wounds with only subconscious grunts at their questions.

they're all answers he'd like to know.

can you tell us what happened? can you remember where you are? can you tell us your name?

no.

let me be alone. let me rest. let me die.)

Fuck, (a croak, throat drier than he's ever remembered it being, finally letting his head loll on a thin pillow as dorian's magic shows its usefulness. while he's conscious again and it loses its effectiveness when bruised eyes crack open and drag here and there, it gives him just enough energy to draw himself from the weak coma he'd sunk into.

finding dorian on the cot next to him is a moment he's sure he flinches through, feeling the sudden tension in his limbs that makes his body seem to jerk.) ... You.

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[Sorry, dying was not an option and in Dorian's mind it was usually a last resort which is why he's been pumping Hei with magic at every single opportunity. Unfortunately with his mana depleted as it was he was simply keeping the other man stabilized for the time being until he could gain a boost which didn't seem likely.

Dorian was tapped out, it was having an effect on his own vitals, he couldn't take care of himself if he was busy taking care of Hei, now could he. He couldn't break his promises either, being the man of his word that he was and he was keenly intent of keeping his word.

What doesn't surprise him is Hei's reaction to his presence, sorry? But this was just how they'd been set up and neither of them were going anywhere any time soon.] Indeed, me. You can relax, or try to relax, these pillows don't provide a great deal of neck support I fear.

[Actually he's trying to brace himself for the outrage or the fit, whatever was to come next]

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(hei realizes that he let this happen, that a large part of it was his fault for letting it go on as long as it did before dorian was rendered unconscious, but it doesn't stop his body from fearing the sight of him. his mind tells him it's fine, there's no logical reason for an attack to come. still, he's twisting away with a pained grunt and stressing his wounds to chance a drink of water.

thank god there's still some left at his bedside, almost choking on it with how thirstily he cleans the glass.

has to take a few seconds to pant uselessly, harsh breaths and a flop down sounding far better than this half-sit.)

Dorian... what the hell did you do to me... (he knows how it felt, how it looked, but there's a very stark difference between experiencing something and understanding it — and their discussions over the network consisted of very little talk where blood magic was concerned, touching more thoroughly on the necromancy.)