A statement of a soul | Raphael x Reader

10. The Discomfort

You open your eyes, yet see nothing. The ground under your feet is crunchy and a bit slippery. The air is extremely cold. Are you... in Cania?

You look around as some shapes start to manifest from the void. Weird figures you cannot recognize lay all around you. Then, you look down.

Blood. Blood on snow. An awful shiver crawls up your spine as your eyes get used to the darkness and you notice that the figures around you are in fact torn, dead bodies. Suddenly, an awful, nauseating smell hits your nose and you attempt to stop your gag reflex but when you look down, your feet are submerged in blood and guts. You throw up, your eyes watering with tears, the hair on your skin stands on its ends, as if trying to warn you from something.

A weird, impossible to ignore sensation splashes on the back of your neck and head, ordering you to move forward. You are scared terrified and tightly grasp your own forearm hurting yourself, as your feet slide with disgusting splashes.

'The hero of Baldur's Gate,' a deep voice rumbles and suddenly you dash forward, fear pushing you past the piles of the dead bodies.

You sob and sniff, trying to get away from the danger but despite seeing so little, you feel as if the monster chasing you already spread his claws to each of your sides.

You slip and crawl past a body, until a hand grabs your forearm. You look towards it with terror and see Karlach's body in ruin, next to her - Wyll. Their eyes are on you, but there is barely any life in them. Another hand grabs your left forearm and then you see Gale, Lae'Zel. Astarion grabs your leg.

All of them lock you in place and as the beast approaches from behind, hiding itself in the darkness, you can instinctively feel a blade aiming straight at your neck. When it lands, you open your eyes for the second time, seeing two burning iris piercing right through you.

Your heart pounds like a heavy hammer and your sleepy, weak body pushes you to the farthest side of the bed.
'God!' You shout and blink away the aftershock of your nightmare.

'Devil, rather,' Raphael says and leans back, examining your state with a small smile.

You try to relax and reach with a shaky hand to your forehead, suddenly noticing how drenched in sweat you are.
'Did I wake you? Was I saying something?' you ask him in a quiet voice, slowly getting yourself up to sit on the bed.

'Just tossing and turning, with an occasional fracted breath,' he responds. 'What was the dream of, little mouse?'

You look up at him while examining your soaked back. You desperately need a relaxing bath. As your gaze returns up to the cambion, you also notice that he is no longer wearing a black night gown, but something similar to his usual attire. Actually, it looks almost the same, excluding the lack of golden stripes in place of a floral golden pattern spreading from his shoulders, towards the center of his abdomen. The attire was as always perfectly tailored, emphasizing his luminous silhouette; strong and wide shoulders, slim waist and muscular arms.

'I think if I were to tell you, I might end up throwing up.'

'That bad? Ohh.'

You look at him suspiciously when all you see is a satisfied grin, exposing his pointy fangs.
'It's not your doing, is it?'

He places his bandaged claw on his heart and his wings retract just a tiny bit towards his back as he makes a sad expression.
'Mine? I would never.'

You glance at his wings and the realization hits you.
'Wait!' you point at the previously damaged joints. 'Was Halsin here? How long was I asleep?'

'It's still early in the morning,' Raphael says.

'Was Halsin here?'

'At some point.'