Stavanger Bay Rose

Staying vague about a couple things, this can wait however long you want, I just wanted to get it on the board <3 dated not long after this one!

Reverie did not dream anymore.
When she slept it was an endless fall into thick, unforgiving darkness, and when she woke she felt in a haze. Outwardly she was unchanged, but the gilded girl was slowly withering. She had not left the territory since meeting Towhee. It was for the best, perhaps. She'd taken note of the change in Vairë's scent, her sudden absence, and thought it wise to stay near her husband. He clearly found nothing to desire in Reverie, and she feared he would find the answer to his wants elsewhere, as she almost had. Almost; that was a funny word, a mixed feeling of guilt and relief and the agony of never knowing if she truly would have betrayed him that way.
She woke one morning and felt the first creeping tendrils of a familiar discomfort, a slight rise in the temperature just under her skin. Reverie stirred slowly in @Lestan's arms, her distress showing a little even in these first moments. Distress not because of the shadow of sickness she felt inching back over her with every passing day, but because she knew that it was time for Lestan to hear the truth. The reality she had spent months hiding from, something that horrified her so deeply that her mind could do nothing but shroud it in dreams of dying gods and cures of another world that even now she clung to. She did not want to tell him, not when he was just beginning to step out of his own darkness. But he would find out soon, one way or another — and she wanted him to hear it from her.