He had a right to his anger. The sole purpose of her even joining the Inquisition, as far as he was concerned, was to get to him. Lie. Watch as he fell, head over heels, grew attached. There’d been a moment when he’d entertained vows, and then his eyes landed on a man he detested most, and he was back there again. A scared, grieving, lonely child. Terrified of the man who called himself Father. And she knew every waking, traumatic moment of it? Maybe, maybe not, but he wouldn’t leave her alone here.
Her tit for his tat still pulled a hint of a grin, though. She hadn’t lost all her bites then. “Really? Because I remember giving you my best work.” A sliver of malice did slip into his tone this time, along with the straightening of his back. There were plenty of things about him that were faulty. His character was.. complicated, but he certainly fucked the elvhen pantheon out of her wee dalish mind.
Walking ahead, Ruth gripped tighter around the set of keys, burning a hole in his pocket. Swallowing back the urge to just leave her in a random hallway and let her find her own way was more difficult, but then he wouldn’t know if this was a one off or a regular occurrence. “Just so you know, this place is kind of my thing. I’ve got a good in, around here, and I don’t need you… complicating it.” Again his shoulder would shrug awkwardly, though relaxed at the maintained distance.
Glancing over at her, Ruth steeled himself. There had been nights he’d gotten lost in them, dreamed of them and regardless of time, still seemed to be haunted by them. How apt, she’d pick that particular thing to talk about first? The chuckle that fell was hollow yet in the brief lull after her query, he decided to oblige. Another thing that would amuse his father no doubt, yet another indication of his son’s weakness. “Just perfect, see?” A hand swept the fabric and hair covering the clean slash across the orbit, the edges still in the process of healing.
“Fortunately, I am a terrific healer… though I suppose some credit goes to Megara. It’s gone, completely. Not that its dampened my spirit much.” Lies. Sight was one thing, but depth perception as a surgeon was going to take some adjustment. Along with the other baggage he had to contend with.
Her tit for his tat still pulled a hint of a grin, though. She hadn’t lost all her bites then. “Really? Because I remember giving you my best work.” A sliver of malice did slip into his tone this time, along with the straightening of his back. There were plenty of things about him that were faulty. His character was.. complicated, but he certainly fucked the elvhen pantheon out of her wee dalish mind.
Walking ahead, Ruth gripped tighter around the set of keys, burning a hole in his pocket. Swallowing back the urge to just leave her in a random hallway and let her find her own way was more difficult, but then he wouldn’t know if this was a one off or a regular occurrence. “Just so you know, this place is kind of my thing. I’ve got a good in, around here, and I don’t need you… complicating it.” Again his shoulder would shrug awkwardly, though relaxed at the maintained distance.
Glancing over at her, Ruth steeled himself. There had been nights he’d gotten lost in them, dreamed of them and regardless of time, still seemed to be haunted by them. How apt, she’d pick that particular thing to talk about first? The chuckle that fell was hollow yet in the brief lull after her query, he decided to oblige. Another thing that would amuse his father no doubt, yet another indication of his son’s weakness. “Just perfect, see?” A hand swept the fabric and hair covering the clean slash across the orbit, the edges still in the process of healing.
“Fortunately, I am a terrific healer… though I suppose some credit goes to Megara. It’s gone, completely. Not that its dampened my spirit much.” Lies. Sight was one thing, but depth perception as a surgeon was going to take some adjustment. Along with the other baggage he had to contend with.
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