THE AFTERMATH [closed]

[bemerry]

CHARACTERS:Merry & Sauron
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: A hobbit warmth cuddle pile gone horribly wrong right.
SUMMARY: One Un-snakified Maiar and one aching hobbit + a sleepy dragon
NOTES: Before Merry is sick


[ These past weeks have been hell upon Meriadoc. He is a hale and healthy hobbit, mostly unburdened by troubles and a hedonist in the most humble and simple way possible. His pleasures were in good work and good rest, in a well set table and a good pint of ale.

To have terrible dreams, is one thing, but to be completely unable to rest is quite another. And still he focuses all his waking attention on his slithering companion, a personal heater for the reptile who—in spite of their lack of communication—has managed to become something of a friend. A dear one, at that.

It does, however, explain how they are found huddled under a patch of 'sunlight' in the oxygen gardens, Merry curled comfortably in the middle of the serpent's coils, a small dragon resting atop.

He doesn't wake at first, once something is wrong, doesn't register anything but a persistant pain in his right arm, a burning cold numbness, and the black unconsciousness of his mind suddenly turning more sinister, more grief-filled.

And it is that, the instinctive recoiling from the dark pit from which he had nearly succumbed unto death that wakes him.

Nothing is the same. ]

Comments

[lordof]

[he doesn't initially register the change. from scale to skin, head to hair, tail to feet. it's like being dragged out of the water and remembering you weigh a lot less when you drown. he feels heavy, tired, exhausted almost-- if he knew what that felt like. feels like his eyes have only just closed and now they are opening again, and he can see again, he can see clearly. and hear.

the grass is oddly warm against skin that has felt nothing but cold the past few weeks. the first thing he does is flex his fingers, feels the strain of ligaments and bones, toes, shifts a leg and an arm. squints in the bright light.

when he tries to sit up, something tells him the weight on his stomach isn't glaurung. it takes a moment to recall that he hadn't exactly been alone when he fell asleep.]