[At first it almost seemed as though Venom was going to have to carry Dorian out of the room, not an easy task as the man was deceptively heavy given his combined muscle mass and height, but the disruption to the magic he was under takes effect and he starts coming to. It's slow at first, he's groggy and numb, the feeling in his limbs taking it's time to come back to him, but when it does he bellows in agony. It's not just his skin that's raw, everything from the inside out is ignited with rippling pain due to the heavy abuse of his own magic.
The sad thing is that he can't even manage a proper scream, it's this dry, pitchy, weak sound that he can't quite wrap his larynx around. He curls up on his side trying to figure out a way to ride through it without weeping, but it's not easy for him, he's never endured this sort of pain as a practical survivor. Discomfort, yes, pain...not in all of his privileged days. It takes some force of his own will to recognize that he's awake and that he needs regain a modicum of composure if he's to be of any use and it's hardly easy, especially for a man who prided himself in making a lot of things look effortless.
Shaking he managed to lever himself up, pitiful in how much effort it took, but he knew, whispers of the feelings and sensations from what had transpired, that he wasn't the only one in bad shape. He then managed to fix his gaze on Venom, he wanted to say something, to ask questions, but he felt so dry, like he'd swallowed the whole of the Hissing Wastes. He couldn't even ask how he was, or about the state of Kazuhira and Nyx, and he couldn't apologize and he knew they probably didn't have the time for it.
On the plus side with Dorian in full control of his mind the magic was his again.
The down side was that thing wouldn't stay down for long, Dorian had tried, had underestimated it, and that's how he came to be in this situation...how they all had come to be in this situation.
He knew he had to carry himself as well, he wasn't sure how he was going to manage but he did give himself a moment to reach out to brush the hair back off of Venom's brow, withdrawing his hand quickly since even that much seemed to cause him visible pain. Right now he couldn't convey anything other than hurt, which his eyes did well enough, but they had to go and he had to make himself stand. It was terrible and pathetic, like he'd had several bottles of cheap Orlesian brandy. Maker just make his legs move, he had to see just what sort of mess his magic had made, he had to get out of here and get his companions out of here.
But it hurts, that's what every nerve is screaming at him, his eyes are already watering, but he bites the inside of his cheek to steel himself. They had things to do, didn't they?]
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The sad thing is that he can't even manage a proper scream, it's this dry, pitchy, weak sound that he can't quite wrap his larynx around. He curls up on his side trying to figure out a way to ride through it without weeping, but it's not easy for him, he's never endured this sort of pain as a practical survivor. Discomfort, yes, pain...not in all of his privileged days. It takes some force of his own will to recognize that he's awake and that he needs regain a modicum of composure if he's to be of any use and it's hardly easy, especially for a man who prided himself in making a lot of things look effortless.
Shaking he managed to lever himself up, pitiful in how much effort it took, but he knew, whispers of the feelings and sensations from what had transpired, that he wasn't the only one in bad shape. He then managed to fix his gaze on Venom, he wanted to say something, to ask questions, but he felt so dry, like he'd swallowed the whole of the Hissing Wastes. He couldn't even ask how he was, or about the state of Kazuhira and Nyx, and he couldn't apologize and he knew they probably didn't have the time for it.
On the plus side with Dorian in full control of his mind the magic was his again.
The down side was that thing wouldn't stay down for long, Dorian had tried, had underestimated it, and that's how he came to be in this situation...how they all had come to be in this situation.
He knew he had to carry himself as well, he wasn't sure how he was going to manage but he did give himself a moment to reach out to brush the hair back off of Venom's brow, withdrawing his hand quickly since even that much seemed to cause him visible pain. Right now he couldn't convey anything other than hurt, which his eyes did well enough, but they had to go and he had to make himself stand. It was terrible and pathetic, like he'd had several bottles of cheap Orlesian brandy. Maker just make his legs move, he had to see just what sort of mess his magic had made, he had to get out of here and get his companions out of here.
But it hurts, that's what every nerve is screaming at him, his eyes are already watering, but he bites the inside of his cheek to steel himself. They had things to do, didn't they?]