She had long abandoned her Dalish name in favour for the common. There were few alive, old enough to remember it, like Ruth, but it was never something he would utter. Not quite a dead name, merely one kept for those who’d earned it. Hearing it again, especially from his fading breath, caused her to flinch involuntarily. She couldn’t breath suddenly, only regaining the action after a few steps.
Frowning at what she felt through touch, Meg’s pace only increased towards the eluvian. She expected them to be elsewhere, not Kirkwall when they walked into the back alley. This had been their home, of course she would recognise it. Still, she couldn’t speak. Even when he shifted to stand on his own, all she could muster was a deepening frown, eyes narrowing with equal disapproval.
But then, again, he distracted her. By taking her hand in his, all her focus went to where hers fit exactly as they had before. And tugging her along like always. Only this time there was no giggle of laughter, no teasing retort. Just silence. His explanation only angered her more, and the familiar-looking tunnels only added further questions even as details began to trickle into a picture. Has he been here…? Hot anger began bubbling, the dangerous undercurrent drawing the attention of the soul.
[color=#aaaaaa]…Da’len?[/color]
[color=#008e02]Don’t. Interfere.[/color]
With both of them stumbling into the room, their hands parted to catch their own selves. While Nairn managed to reach the table to steady himself, Meg was not as lucky, knocking the corner with her hip. When her eyes finally found Nairn again the ‘doc’s’ were already beginning their work, sending her stomach plummeting while eyes widened in horror. Just what the hell had they done to him?
Remaining where she was, Meg observed as best she could, the gnawing anxiety to get a better look had her wringing her hands but she… she was out of her depth here. Meg kept her distance, listening attentively until they left, leaving the two of them alone and a million questions. As he called for her she’d approach, eyes fixed on his feet first, her jaw taut with tension. Slowly they’d trace the rest of him to his chest. Stretching her hand over, a soft light fell over the mechanism pumping, keeping him here with her. A ghostly image of the working mechanism glimmered into life, rotating to give her every angle.
Her glance was brief, unsure if he was really there or this was some vivid dream. This was a shitty dream if so. [color=#008e02]“How long,”[/color] she began, voice a whisper, but then firmed as that hot anger became reignited. [color=#008e02]“How long have you been in my shadow?”[/color] Been that breath tickling the hair on the back of her neck? [color=#008e02]“Ho-Why would you let me think...? Years. YEARS. I have spent broken, in pieces, faking a smile so no-one sees. How. Long?”[/color]
Frowning at what she felt through touch, Meg’s pace only increased towards the eluvian. She expected them to be elsewhere, not Kirkwall when they walked into the back alley. This had been their home, of course she would recognise it. Still, she couldn’t speak. Even when he shifted to stand on his own, all she could muster was a deepening frown, eyes narrowing with equal disapproval.
But then, again, he distracted her. By taking her hand in his, all her focus went to where hers fit exactly as they had before. And tugging her along like always. Only this time there was no giggle of laughter, no teasing retort. Just silence. His explanation only angered her more, and the familiar-looking tunnels only added further questions even as details began to trickle into a picture. Has he been here…? Hot anger began bubbling, the dangerous undercurrent drawing the attention of the soul.
[color=#aaaaaa]…Da’len?[/color]
[color=#008e02]Don’t. Interfere.[/color]
With both of them stumbling into the room, their hands parted to catch their own selves. While Nairn managed to reach the table to steady himself, Meg was not as lucky, knocking the corner with her hip. When her eyes finally found Nairn again the ‘doc’s’ were already beginning their work, sending her stomach plummeting while eyes widened in horror. Just what the hell had they done to him?
Remaining where she was, Meg observed as best she could, the gnawing anxiety to get a better look had her wringing her hands but she… she was out of her depth here. Meg kept her distance, listening attentively until they left, leaving the two of them alone and a million questions. As he called for her she’d approach, eyes fixed on his feet first, her jaw taut with tension. Slowly they’d trace the rest of him to his chest. Stretching her hand over, a soft light fell over the mechanism pumping, keeping him here with her. A ghostly image of the working mechanism glimmered into life, rotating to give her every angle.
Her glance was brief, unsure if he was really there or this was some vivid dream. This was a shitty dream if so. [color=#008e02]“How long,”[/color] she began, voice a whisper, but then firmed as that hot anger became reignited. [color=#008e02]“How long have you been in my shadow?”[/color] Been that breath tickling the hair on the back of her neck? [color=#008e02]“Ho-Why would you let me think...? Years. YEARS. I have spent broken, in pieces, faking a smile so no-one sees. How. Long?”[/color]
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