If Ruth had a shred of luck, it ended the day his mother died. Life, and often gravity it seemed, enjoyed making the elf its bitch sometimes. First his eye, now her. If his father popped up, Ruth was certain he was going to vomit, the way his stomach flipped and clenched all at once. Hands made fists inside of his pockets, one gripping around a set of keys to dissuade the anger rising quickly on its heels.
A quick glance of her told him little. There were the usual, expected things, the ink, the way she tied her hair back, the little wisps that.. Nope. Don’t go there.. Those things were the norm, but something about the way her eyes dimmed, her gaze shifting, caught his attention. She had at least the decency to look away, but the lack of a fight had him suddenly second guessing.
A brow arched as she spoke. In a dumbstruck sort of way, he flatly replied. “This has the biggest collection of elvhen history in all of Thedas. Where else would I go?” Though now it had attracted people from his past, wonderful, as if losing an eye wasn’t enough this year. He was grateful, though she hadn’t laughed at his newfound self yet. His eyes narrowed some as she shrunk, his expression attempted to draw into an impassive stance, regaining his footing in this.
His look was about the only thing he shared with their Keeper. Rut’theran took after Amara, his mother. The clan’s healer and its kindest soul before her death. There was a softness there, under all his sass and deviance, that he revealed to few then, and even fewer now. He’d been out in the world since a teen, wandered the length and breadth of Thedas. Much had changed about him, but only as much as Ruth allowed was ever on display. He’d allowed Nell close once, and then watched as that trust burned.
With a deep sigh, Ruth however, relented. His eyes would roll slightly and a part of himself cursed his need to understand her being here, and why now of all moments? His fucking curiosity, it was going to get him killed one day. “Fine. Follow me.”
A quick glance of her told him little. There were the usual, expected things, the ink, the way she tied her hair back, the little wisps that.. Nope. Don’t go there.. Those things were the norm, but something about the way her eyes dimmed, her gaze shifting, caught his attention. She had at least the decency to look away, but the lack of a fight had him suddenly second guessing.
A brow arched as she spoke. In a dumbstruck sort of way, he flatly replied. “This has the biggest collection of elvhen history in all of Thedas. Where else would I go?” Though now it had attracted people from his past, wonderful, as if losing an eye wasn’t enough this year. He was grateful, though she hadn’t laughed at his newfound self yet. His eyes narrowed some as she shrunk, his expression attempted to draw into an impassive stance, regaining his footing in this.
His look was about the only thing he shared with their Keeper. Rut’theran took after Amara, his mother. The clan’s healer and its kindest soul before her death. There was a softness there, under all his sass and deviance, that he revealed to few then, and even fewer now. He’d been out in the world since a teen, wandered the length and breadth of Thedas. Much had changed about him, but only as much as Ruth allowed was ever on display. He’d allowed Nell close once, and then watched as that trust burned.
With a deep sigh, Ruth however, relented. His eyes would roll slightly and a part of himself cursed his need to understand her being here, and why now of all moments? His fucking curiosity, it was going to get him killed one day. “Fine. Follow me.”
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