Ruth laughed. It shook the weight of the last few hours off his shoulders for a time and all too quickly the dark crept its way back in, gloomy now, but still blanketing him.
He didn’t need to see to know, it was faint though, his system overwhelmed by drink and dust. It was a common question, along with the dalish script along his forearms, but the scars seemed to attract the over curious. None of them ever asked the first real question.
His transient lifestyle had been ingrained in him from birth. The Dalish moved around like migrating packs of geese and when he’d left, the Templars had quickly caught the wandering teen. Those years of confinement, stuck with the daily threat of death because his magic attracted spirits, healers always did. He set his mind to freedom and achieved it, his roots were planted in freedom, however it looked after that, but mostly out of the hands of templars until recent years.
The memory of his mother running her hands through his hair, paying attention to his ears faded with her babbling apologies. Ruth watched her carefully, her sudden shame irking him more than it would normally. His snapped reaction had startled her, sensing her heartbeat in his grip, but he loathed the pity, or what he thought as pity for his circumstances.
After a sigh, he’d let her go, head falling back onto the pillow.
You’re good for more than your mouth though.A smirk appearing, though more boyish than his usual snark and it too fading quickly as he added
I see Ruthmillion’s workin’ for you though.His eye narrowed some, grin flashing teeth with a wicked gleam.
Was ‘em dirty thoughts Dora? Shame. Shame. I’m in no state.His head swayed from side to side in drunken sorrow.
He didn’t need to see to know, it was faint though, his system overwhelmed by drink and dust. It was a common question, along with the dalish script along his forearms, but the scars seemed to attract the over curious. None of them ever asked the first real question.
They don’t hurt anymore.
His transient lifestyle had been ingrained in him from birth. The Dalish moved around like migrating packs of geese and when he’d left, the Templars had quickly caught the wandering teen. Those years of confinement, stuck with the daily threat of death because his magic attracted spirits, healers always did. He set his mind to freedom and achieved it, his roots were planted in freedom, however it looked after that, but mostly out of the hands of templars until recent years.
The memory of his mother running her hands through his hair, paying attention to his ears faded with her babbling apologies. Ruth watched her carefully, her sudden shame irking him more than it would normally. His snapped reaction had startled her, sensing her heartbeat in his grip, but he loathed the pity, or what he thought as pity for his circumstances.
Theo,he started, hoping him using her name gained her attention before his his grip eventually tugged for it.
Shut up being sorry about stuff you don’t know about.Shifting a little his other hand came over and ruffled her hair for good measure.
After a sigh, he’d let her go, head falling back onto the pillow.
No one does that to my ears. Not even Mina. It’s not personal.A frown began forming across his lips as Ruth let the past few minutes play over again, eye opening to sneak a glance her way.
I didn’t hurt you, did I?
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