[ The lack of Fade is concerning to him, all things considered. He knows that this world cannot be Thedas, there is no way for it to be so, and yet he still yearns for the familiar pull, the knowledge that there is a chance for him to undo everything that he had realised was so wrong such a long time before. He needs to go back, to find a new means of freeing the Pantheon, to repair the thing he had done so very foolishly -- but he is trapped. He does not think this place has an easy escape.
It seems he is trapped once more, only this time there is no Darkpawn magister breathing down his neck, misusing the tool he had given him. ]
I would expect nothing less from you. You have always risen to each challenge the duty of Inquisitor has given you.
[ Her optimism is as refreshing as ever and it's hard to tear himself away from it. She is so close and even through the markings on her face he can see her, the beautiful woman he had fallen so desperately in love with. She is the bright light in the mire of the dank court and he wants nothing more than to drink her in - for all his cowardice in the Fade, when he had taken her vallaslin the first time, he could have her now. In another world, another life, he had said, and here they are. It's as though the Gods he didn't believe in were trying to give him a gift.
He would laugh if he were able.
Instead, he does little more than let his fingers trace hers, careful and sure, and he lets himself relish having her so close. The time between the Temple and their final fight with Corpheyus had been torture, knowing how she felt in his arms and how her kiss tasted on his lips, but he had survived. Dare he indulge here, when he is still so uncertain? ]
I did, but worry and fearing for your survival are two different things.
[ Let her take that however she pleases; was he worried he would be here alone, worried what this place might do to her, worried for her fate? Does it matter? He leans closer, expression carefully tender. ]
If there was a way to keep you from harm I would do it, vhenan, though I think you might protest. [ There, his lips quirk into a smile. ] If you are selfish then I do not dare think of what word would suit me.
mine is right there with you
It seems he is trapped once more, only this time there is no Darkpawn magister breathing down his neck, misusing the tool he had given him. ]
I would expect nothing less from you. You have always risen to each challenge the duty of Inquisitor has given you.
[ Her optimism is as refreshing as ever and it's hard to tear himself away from it. She is so close and even through the markings on her face he can see her, the beautiful woman he had fallen so desperately in love with. She is the bright light in the mire of the dank court and he wants nothing more than to drink her in - for all his cowardice in the Fade, when he had taken her vallaslin the first time, he could have her now. In another world, another life, he had said, and here they are. It's as though the Gods he didn't believe in were trying to give him a gift.
He would laugh if he were able.
Instead, he does little more than let his fingers trace hers, careful and sure, and he lets himself relish having her so close. The time between the Temple and their final fight with Corpheyus had been torture, knowing how she felt in his arms and how her kiss tasted on his lips, but he had survived. Dare he indulge here, when he is still so uncertain? ]
I did, but worry and fearing for your survival are two different things.
[ Let her take that however she pleases; was he worried he would be here alone, worried what this place might do to her, worried for her fate? Does it matter? He leans closer, expression carefully tender. ]
If there was a way to keep you from harm I would do it, vhenan, though I think you might protest. [ There, his lips quirk into a smile. ] If you are selfish then I do not dare think of what word would suit me.