Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160502083203

Aelwin grabbed Glorfindel's sleeve tightly in his futile struggle to breathe in, his eyes sunken. He made several attempts to turn around, only to see his long-dead companion's hand on his shoulder, fingertips black as night. The lad then glanced at Hawksly.

"Forget me not..." he sighed, before raising his hand. An overwhelming wave went through Aelwin's body, as he felt that he can breathe again. The vision then turned around, facing approaching Richard, and gave a look of disapproval, before it was no more. A few drops of black blood finally touched the ground.

Aelwin then released the elf's arm in a blink of an eye, breathing slowly and deeply.

"I-It's al-lright..." he paused, "I g-guess..."

Forget me not...