Ruth meandered his way through the refectory, posture slouched forwards and hands delved into the pockets of his many layers. Light waves of gold hung around his shoulders, he was going to have Megara cut it, but she was still mad at him. The whole ‘eye’ thing had really pissed her off. He’d scoff. Like she had anything to be mad about. He was the one who had to wear an eyepatch.
His satchel bounced gently against his side as he walked, a new tome no doubt weighing it down for the cheeky red-headed archivist to take a look at. Maybe take a closer look at himself again, before perusing the new mystery Ruth had found. A grin curled at the corner of his lips when he thought back to their little romp in the back office, but it soon quelled into a grimace at what had happened in between visits. Yet another lecture, no doubt. Fuck.
Taking a wander around first before seeking out Faelyn, if the ancient were even around to annoy, Ruth attempted to sober himself up. A hand rubbed over his face, threading into his hair to brush back as he noticed there were significantly more people here than last time, finding his head twisting and turning at the different faces. Some he recognised from his Inquisition days, others he’d maybe track down or enquire around about. While fools treasured gold, the wise understood that knowledge was power and Ruth was nothing but nosy about people who worked in the largest repository of elvhen history.
Truthfully, he should have expected her to turn up. Perhaps not at that moment, but one day she, or any of the clan, was due to turn up in Arlathan and the past would yet again slap him in the face. Her voice had his steps falter, stutter to a halt before the tension rolled up his back into his shoulders. A cold dread gripped his stomach as on autopilot he turned, finding Nell.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
A dumb, blurted out question, but this was Ruth, caught off guard with the grip of suspicion rolling over his surprise.
His satchel bounced gently against his side as he walked, a new tome no doubt weighing it down for the cheeky red-headed archivist to take a look at. Maybe take a closer look at himself again, before perusing the new mystery Ruth had found. A grin curled at the corner of his lips when he thought back to their little romp in the back office, but it soon quelled into a grimace at what had happened in between visits. Yet another lecture, no doubt. Fuck.
Taking a wander around first before seeking out Faelyn, if the ancient were even around to annoy, Ruth attempted to sober himself up. A hand rubbed over his face, threading into his hair to brush back as he noticed there were significantly more people here than last time, finding his head twisting and turning at the different faces. Some he recognised from his Inquisition days, others he’d maybe track down or enquire around about. While fools treasured gold, the wise understood that knowledge was power and Ruth was nothing but nosy about people who worked in the largest repository of elvhen history.
Truthfully, he should have expected her to turn up. Perhaps not at that moment, but one day she, or any of the clan, was due to turn up in Arlathan and the past would yet again slap him in the face. Her voice had his steps falter, stutter to a halt before the tension rolled up his back into his shoulders. A cold dread gripped his stomach as on autopilot he turned, finding Nell.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
A dumb, blurted out question, but this was Ruth, caught off guard with the grip of suspicion rolling over his surprise.
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