It wasn't the first time he'd been asked the lad's name, but it was the first time he felt overly compelled to answer honestly. He didn't go out of his way to interact with others when he was traveling with the babe. He justified it as safety concerns, when it was really that he couldn't stop to think long enough to give the kid a name. He couldn't admit it openly however, because it would mean that, yet again, he was incapable of rearing his own children. His qualifications for father of the year were decidedly lacking and were it not for certain addictive proclivities, he might've done something about his considerable donation to the population over the years. It was truly humbling.
He wavered in his spot, biting down on his tongue so hard that he could taste the copper tang of his lifeforce accented into his saliva. He looked down at the boy called Irim cooing softly where he hung in the basket by his father's hands. He looked like his brother, the same graceful slope of a nose into an adorable button above the bow of his mouth. A fine dusting of dark hair. Though unlike his unnamed brother, his eyes were green. A tone not unlike that which now stared back at him from numerous feet above.
That she was no longer an archdemon didn't surprise him as it should. He'd felt a change, had seen it in the density and overall behavior of the darkspawn that plagued Thedas during the Blight that had once heralded her coming. And now she wanted him to speak her true name, a name that he had burned from his repertoire to avoid saying something he shouldn't.
Razikale. It felt as wrong to him now as it had when he first learned it. A name that encompassed everything he stood against.
He cocked his head to the side as if that might help him understand her more.
He wavered in his spot, biting down on his tongue so hard that he could taste the copper tang of his lifeforce accented into his saliva. He looked down at the boy called Irim cooing softly where he hung in the basket by his father's hands. He looked like his brother, the same graceful slope of a nose into an adorable button above the bow of his mouth. A fine dusting of dark hair. Though unlike his unnamed brother, his eyes were green. A tone not unlike that which now stared back at him from numerous feet above.
He doesn't have a nameBecause he was tired of lies and any ire directed at him from her was rightly deserved. Who left their child unnamed for this long?
That she was no longer an archdemon didn't surprise him as it should. He'd felt a change, had seen it in the density and overall behavior of the darkspawn that plagued Thedas during the Blight that had once heralded her coming. And now she wanted him to speak her true name, a name that he had burned from his repertoire to avoid saying something he shouldn't.
Razikale. It felt as wrong to him now as it had when he first learned it. A name that encompassed everything he stood against.
He cocked his head to the side as if that might help him understand her more.
Why?He needed to understand her motivations before he considered the dynamics of such a request.
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