He was really starting to hate the taste of blood.... He really was. His own, Nevayah's... it didn't make that much of a difference... it made his stomach turn each and every time slid down his throat... It wasn't so much the flavor or what it now did to him, but it reminded him of the massacre only a few moments ago, the horde of death that had once been normal-ish every-day people turned into monsters just by the mere smell of his own blood. It reminded him just how much of a weapon he really was, how.... inhuman and freakish he could really be... It scared him... It scared him so bad... He could only think what would happen to his love if something happened to him again that put her in danger like that? What if his blood splashed on her and ate her away just like the skull of that man? What if..... what if he ended up killing her...?
Nevayah wrapped his arm in bandages before cutting open her's again to bleed a few drops into a familiar wooden bowl as if it were nothing but medicine. Anyone could tell by the look on his face that he didn't want the blood, that he would settle for badages again, but that would simply pose more of a risk to the girl he loved more than it would help him cope with himself. With shaking hands, both in frustration and disgust, Lanister downed the blood, nearly throwing it back up before it had a chance to settle. He stared at his bandaged arm as the healing process accelerated to the point he could see it, his skin shifting and stretching under the fabric. He couldn't stop staring at the blood that managed to soak through, the same blood that would kill his beloved if he didn't keep himself 100% wrapped up. He never liked seeing Nevayah cut herself open to heal him. He never liked downing her own blood to save himself... He didn't like being reminded of how dangerous he was... especially when the reminder was a whole crowd of people subject to a manic rage, brought on by himself.
Lanister didn't look up from the bandages on his arm until Nevayah returned, sitting beside him on the barrel by the bed, only her shirt and shorts covering her. He listened silently as she recounted the torture tactic used by the demon, referring to the 5 lights... he shivered as he remembered the rod, the grotesque amounts of pain that was forced into his body... he had never felt anything like it... Never once was he ever subject to such horrifying agony before... Lanister could almost feel it, just under his skin. She explained how she had gone under a similar ritual, that she was required to say there were 3 candlesticks instead of the 2 that were present. His gaze immediately softened in sympathy as she told her story, understanding exactly what she had gone through... And then... she started to cry.... Nevayah blamed herself and her own weakness for what happened there that night, for all the pain, for them being captured, for them not being able to escape... Lanister immediately got up from his spot on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, gently tugging her back to the soft bed beside him. It seemed to be their trademark now: "A life without you is not a life worth living"... But that couldn't be any more truthful. Without Nevayah, Lanister wouldn't be able to function. He stared at his love's frustrated, sorrowful eyes before placing a gentle kiss on her lips, a wonderful sensation running through his body on contact.
"You saved my life..." He murmured, then kissing her neck softly. "Without you, I would have died from that concussion..." He moved to her chin, kissing the edge right below her ear. "Without you, I would have died to the horde of crazy people down there..." Lanister kissed her cheek. "Without you, I wouldn't have been able to walk back up to the surface..." He pressed himself closer to her, pushing her down on the bed with him above her before kissing her once more, holding the contact for as long as he's able.
"You're so strong... it makes me jealous... you cut yourself to heal me... you came to save me despite everything that could go wrong... you stood up to a crowd of madmen and a demon just for my sake... Oh, Nevayah..." He wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her into a hug, holding her to him for all it was worth. "Thank you.... thank you so much..." He pulled away one more time before gently pressing his forehead to hers. "A life without you is not a life worth living..." He recited, so happy she was here with him.
