While he wasn’t privy to the preparations against the enemy, Ruth understood the severity of things. This wasn’t his first brush with a being bent on bending the world to its whim. The darkspawn tried, the mages and templars warring made a good effort, Coripheous’s was devious but the united efforts of the Inquisition had thwarted him. While the elf would hold out little hope of his own survival, he didn’t believe that the world as they knew it would succumb to another slighted narcissist. Powerful he might be, but everyone and thing had their weakness.
Instead Ruth found himself following Meg’s example. His reasons were still selfish in nature. He couldn’t stand the she-elf being pulled into a fight alone. She actively sought to remain under the radar, out of sight, one of the few who deserved a quieter life without shoving someone's insides back in. But having an Evanaris as a companion complicated matters. Oh but that wasn’t all, she had more.
He hadn’t believed her at first, snorting, laughing her off as if she were telling him a tall tale. Only Meg didn’t tell tales, she wasn’t someone who lied, not maliciously, and not to her friends. Nairn was alive. Ruth couldn’t help but feel singled out by fate. First his eye, then his father and now the shithead gangster he’d once thought to call a brother? It was enough to make anyone drink. Yet it was what he did most days now, in an effort to numb the sting, the anger and fear bubbling under the surface.
It was out in full drunken force now. Even collared and being dragged out of the way, obscenities flew out of his mouth. Revas’s tone didn’t perturb him for long, he made to speak, but instead made a nuisance of himself by attempting to wriggle out of the warrior’s grasp. Yet when they were dismissed like children, the shorter man spat, “Fuck no! The cunt used magic. He fuckin’ deserved what he got. Law is law. Noooooo-one is supposed to settle their little spat with the goods!” He’d gesture with his hands, wiggling fingers for good measure that he was talking about magic.
“You were too e-Asyyyy on th-,” he began, before again he felt his body be manipulated into walking away. Ruth scoffed a sigh, feet stumbling and awkwardly trying to keep up with the taller man. Right up until his release there was a quiet grumbling and Ruth would straighten his layers, fingers lightly fumbling over the fit.
“Pfft,” he’d start, drawing his gaze up to meet the others, scepticism piquing one of his brows. There was the faintest of twitch at the edge of his lips before a lazy smirk slid easily across his lips. He couldn’t help it. “...You planning on warming me up afterwards?”
Instead Ruth found himself following Meg’s example. His reasons were still selfish in nature. He couldn’t stand the she-elf being pulled into a fight alone. She actively sought to remain under the radar, out of sight, one of the few who deserved a quieter life without shoving someone's insides back in. But having an Evanaris as a companion complicated matters. Oh but that wasn’t all, she had more.
He hadn’t believed her at first, snorting, laughing her off as if she were telling him a tall tale. Only Meg didn’t tell tales, she wasn’t someone who lied, not maliciously, and not to her friends. Nairn was alive. Ruth couldn’t help but feel singled out by fate. First his eye, then his father and now the shithead gangster he’d once thought to call a brother? It was enough to make anyone drink. Yet it was what he did most days now, in an effort to numb the sting, the anger and fear bubbling under the surface.
It was out in full drunken force now. Even collared and being dragged out of the way, obscenities flew out of his mouth. Revas’s tone didn’t perturb him for long, he made to speak, but instead made a nuisance of himself by attempting to wriggle out of the warrior’s grasp. Yet when they were dismissed like children, the shorter man spat, “Fuck no! The cunt used magic. He fuckin’ deserved what he got. Law is law. Noooooo-one is supposed to settle their little spat with the goods!” He’d gesture with his hands, wiggling fingers for good measure that he was talking about magic.
“You were too e-Asyyyy on th-,” he began, before again he felt his body be manipulated into walking away. Ruth scoffed a sigh, feet stumbling and awkwardly trying to keep up with the taller man. Right up until his release there was a quiet grumbling and Ruth would straighten his layers, fingers lightly fumbling over the fit.
“Pfft,” he’d start, drawing his gaze up to meet the others, scepticism piquing one of his brows. There was the faintest of twitch at the edge of his lips before a lazy smirk slid easily across his lips. He couldn’t help it. “...You planning on warming me up afterwards?”
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