Hiding was preferable to accidentally crossing paths with undesirables. Well. The undesirable being his long estranged father.
The Refectory had long begun to feel like his only sanctuary and even those moments were often interrupted. It only encouraged the loner to delve deeper into the stakes in an effort to garner some peace, even if short-lived. With little faith in the researchers currently working on the Eth problem, the healer-turned-researcher went to the source, the books written during the time. Somewhere among these passages were clues on how to fight these devils, some clue how he could protect the only friend who’d ever stuck by him.
And he supposed the piece of soul within Megara too. Ruth had never been religious, chalking up the tales of his people to exaggerations. So when Sylaise had revealed the Evanaruis were in fact not Gods but superior mages, blinded by pride and arrogance, it was odd having his stubborn distrust of the fundamentals of the Dalish to be proved right. His father’s face must be priceless, if he knew, part of Ruth hoped he didn’t, all the more opportunity for him to see that indomitable, unshakable belief crack, just enough.
Azure eyes paused their reading as his father came back to the forefront of his mind. Ruth’s jaw tensed, gaze darting back to the written word in an effort to avoid his mind wandering. To no avail though. His anxiety, brought on by Kellam’s appearance at his resid- Meg’s residence, grew like an approaching thunderstorm. It absorbed his focus entirely, up until he hurled the book across the area in frustration. A drawer to his left was pulled open and closed with force and the distinct ‘clunk’ and ‘dunk’ of glass being placed on the table echoed.
Before taking a swig from the poured rum, Ruth eyed the lone book splayed out against the tiled surface. Tossing back the contents of the glass, he’d set it down not to gently, sighing as he moved around to pick the discarded tomb back up.
He’d grumble under his breath, feet deliberately dragging himself over. “Nearly twenty years have gone by and you pick now to waltz back in? … Fuck, fuck, fuckitty-fuck-fuck.”
The Refectory had long begun to feel like his only sanctuary and even those moments were often interrupted. It only encouraged the loner to delve deeper into the stakes in an effort to garner some peace, even if short-lived. With little faith in the researchers currently working on the Eth problem, the healer-turned-researcher went to the source, the books written during the time. Somewhere among these passages were clues on how to fight these devils, some clue how he could protect the only friend who’d ever stuck by him.
And he supposed the piece of soul within Megara too. Ruth had never been religious, chalking up the tales of his people to exaggerations. So when Sylaise had revealed the Evanaruis were in fact not Gods but superior mages, blinded by pride and arrogance, it was odd having his stubborn distrust of the fundamentals of the Dalish to be proved right. His father’s face must be priceless, if he knew, part of Ruth hoped he didn’t, all the more opportunity for him to see that indomitable, unshakable belief crack, just enough.
Azure eyes paused their reading as his father came back to the forefront of his mind. Ruth’s jaw tensed, gaze darting back to the written word in an effort to avoid his mind wandering. To no avail though. His anxiety, brought on by Kellam’s appearance at his resid- Meg’s residence, grew like an approaching thunderstorm. It absorbed his focus entirely, up until he hurled the book across the area in frustration. A drawer to his left was pulled open and closed with force and the distinct ‘clunk’ and ‘dunk’ of glass being placed on the table echoed.
Before taking a swig from the poured rum, Ruth eyed the lone book splayed out against the tiled surface. Tossing back the contents of the glass, he’d set it down not to gently, sighing as he moved around to pick the discarded tomb back up.
He’d grumble under his breath, feet deliberately dragging himself over. “Nearly twenty years have gone by and you pick now to waltz back in? … Fuck, fuck, fuckitty-fuck-fuck.”
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