The dream is fading, time going disjointed as the scene progresses - to Solin's end, to where Alfred's nightmares had ended before, murky and complicated...but even as everything else disappears, a piece of the scene remains, stubborn. Something that someone wants the real Herbert to see.
Solin's spirit recoils from his body, tugged at the elbow by the dark-clad figure - but he pulls away, fighting his way to stand over young Herbert. Bright green eyes determined, he resists the pull of Death for long enough to take his spindle from the fastener at his waist, pulling from it the end of a long crimson thread.
Stooping down, he ties it around young Herbert's wrist.
"Wait for me, my dear. I will come back to you. No matter how many lives it takes to find you. I swear it on my very blood."
As the dream fades away, Solin is pulled past the real Herbert into the darkness...and just for a moment, he looks up, knowingly, and he smiles.
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Date: 2022-01-19 04:12 am (UTC)Solin's spirit recoils from his body, tugged at the elbow by the dark-clad figure - but he pulls away, fighting his way to stand over young Herbert. Bright green eyes determined, he resists the pull of Death for long enough to take his spindle from the fastener at his waist, pulling from it the end of a long crimson thread.
Stooping down, he ties it around young Herbert's wrist.
"Wait for me, my dear. I will come back to you. No matter how many lives it takes to find you. I swear it on my very blood."
As the dream fades away, Solin is pulled past the real Herbert into the darkness...and just for a moment, he looks up, knowingly, and he smiles.
"I love you, Herbert. And I always will."