There was truth, and a level of understanding of the assassin’s hesitation. Flirting was second nature to them both it seemed, though circumstances - being exhausted for one - neither would press the matter this evening. While Ruth himself lived on the attention, there were times when people were too much and quiet retreat was sought. Even those quiet moments were few and far between, or were ever truly without incident. He couldn’t help himself sometimes, the need to fill the void and yet keep people at bay, a vicious cycle of self sabotage.
It was only a matter of time before Ruth’s luck ran out. Not that he had much to begin with. Perhaps things would improve? Time would indeed tell and for now, he was blissfully unaware of the bloody consequences. (note: his eye).
They shared a moment of dissociation while each took a turn in speaking. “I’m Dalish. I know I don’t wear a vallasin, but.. That’s another story, for another time.” He shrugged, thumbs gesturing as they sat in his lap. “Our People have lost a lot, we know very little. Even with things as they are, things are scattered everywhere.”
When talk came to food though, Ruth could only scoff. “I was attached to a group of mercenaries for a number of years. I’m not sure if I have taste buds left.”
It was only a matter of time before Ruth’s luck ran out. Not that he had much to begin with. Perhaps things would improve? Time would indeed tell and for now, he was blissfully unaware of the bloody consequences. (note: his eye).
They shared a moment of dissociation while each took a turn in speaking. “I’m Dalish. I know I don’t wear a vallasin, but.. That’s another story, for another time.” He shrugged, thumbs gesturing as they sat in his lap. “Our People have lost a lot, we know very little. Even with things as they are, things are scattered everywhere.”
When talk came to food though, Ruth could only scoff. “I was attached to a group of mercenaries for a number of years. I’m not sure if I have taste buds left.”
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