OC Kiss Week 2017

Day Two: Emotional Kiss - Halothra/Yuyadwyth from our DnD campaign

There was a surprising lack of noise as Yuyadwyth found herself racing across the battlefield, dodging more darklings and leaping over Valken’s outstretched arm as he worked to rip his axe from the split ribs of one fallen seelie. She saw the sheer blue wave of one of Skala’s Eldritch Blasts send several darklings skittering, flailing madly; Tetzl’s voice seemed far away as he called to the others to cover her back as she pressed on. His butterfly swords flashed and her path was clear.

Yuya slid to a stuttered stop beside their healer’s motionless body, her hands fluttering over Hal’s torso before she began pulling on leather straps and removing the dawrf’s plate armor. “Don’t you die on me, Halothra,” she said, and the words were as close to a prayer as the irreverent half-elf would ever get. More words tumbled from her lips, lost in her desperate search for the wound that had brought the paladin down, but there was nothing, nothing, nothing.

She glanced up to Hal’s face, noting her paling skin and the blue tint that crept along her lips. Shifting her fingers to the side of her comrade’s throat, Yuya waited one second, two … nothing but the rumble of the earth beneath her as their goliath began charging. “C’mon, c’mon!” she whispered, feeling Hal’s brow and cheeks and finding the dwarf far too cold. “No blood, no poison—what did they hit you with?”

But Halothra could not answer.

“No time, no time!” she hissed and began to rub her palms together, pale green light flickering between her hands. Her lips parted to let out a short, frustrated scream, and with her own inspiration guiding her, Yuya cast her spell, hoping, hoping, hoping, it would be enough.

But even as the light spread to Halothra’s unmoving form, and the color began to return to her face, the dwarf did not stir. Yuya continued the spell, ignoring the weariness that swept over her, and as Skala shrieked gleefully behind her, she bent over the dwarf. One hand came to tilt Hal’s head back, the other firmly pinched her nose shut. With one last, “Please, Halothra,” Yuya bent and pressed her mouth to Hal’s, ignoring the still-too cold sensation of her lips, and breathed.