TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[visitant]

[ Cole does not like food, he does not need it, the smells is strange and he does not understand why others eat it. He likes sleep, though he never truly sleeps, he likes resting his head on the chest and listening to the heart beating fast─ ba dum ba dum ba dum ba dum.

( drums, the sound of drums. they echo and bounce and grow louder and louder. they won't stop. ) ]

Yes. [ He nods, overly large hat swaying with the movement. ] Are the others here? There are so many songs- sounds, twisting spinning, sunlight on the hair. [ It is hard to see behind his mop of hair, but he frowns. ] I can't hear them.

[dirth]

[ Solas moves, urging Cole to walk forward without touching him, still careful and considerate of the boundaries that the spirit wishes to keep. He is unique, special, and for all that he finds him curious and wondersome Solas does care for him. More, perhaps, than he should. ]

I have yet to see anyone, but that may change. I don't think either of us have looked around.

[ Stepping forward, he motions for Cole to follow. ]

Come. Outside.

[visitant]

[ Solas, Solas. He looks and sees what cole is, what he truly is, he tells him to forgive and he does, he forgives and is lighter for it. A feather on the wind. Solas, protection, pride, sorrow. He will never let anyone use Cole, never let them twist him bind him turn him into what he is not. ]

I don't need to look? [ He says tilting his head. ] They remember, call out.

[ Ah, yes. Cole is quick to follow, keeping just a step behind him. ]

[dirth]

Not everyone is blessed with your sight, Cole, or your ability to find people.

[ It's said with kindness, though, with a kind of passion that makes his smile lift up. He is constantly in awe of what Cole is, what he strives to be, and nothing, not even the wedge between them, will change that. ]

If you find anyone... Will you tell me?

[ Or will he accept the wishes he is sure most of their companions have and make it so they never see Solas again. ]

[visitant]

[ He nods again and it is almost comical the way his hat moves with it, obscuring his face for a brief moment. ]

Yes.

[ Brow furrows for a moment, there is a knot, small but there and noticeable. Solas is knotted up, but he cannot see most of them. He can see this one and compulsively he reaches out to try and tug at it. ]

Worried, so very worried. Left without a word, could not stay, would not be able to say goodbye. Snow cold around my feet, wind biting, better this way. [ He refocuses, looking at the elf. ] You think they hate you? Never want to see the damn elf again? No, don't hate. Angry, confused, but not hate.

[dirth]

[ Solas' eyes flicker before he turns to look at Cole.

He knows what the spirit is feeling and it would be so easy to reach inside and shut it down - but he doesn't, this time, he waits, just to hear what he has to say. He's curious and interested. ]

Cole, please. [ Lips pursed. ] We have discussed this before. There are some hurts you cannot heal.

[visitant]

I can! [ He insists, this one is small, he can fix this one. It is not wrapped in sorrow that threatens to down, sorrow that eats and blocks and resists. He wants to help, wants to make this better if he can. ]

Sudden, no warning, thought you might have fell. Wanted to know, ask, why.

[dirth]

Cole. Please.

[ And the familiar snap strikes between them; he does what he can to reach and cut Cole off from being able to feel him. It's too much too soon and Solas cannot handle it. ]

[visitant]

[ Cole gasps, eyes wide and shocked, scared. It's gone. No. His head drops, his alarmingly large hat obscuring his face. It hurts, a second and the hurt is gone, replaced by confusion. Why is it gone? Why won't he let him help? ]

I'm sorry.

[dirth]

No, Cole. I am sorry.

[ He steps closer, leaning down. This is this spirit's purpose and he is denying it; Solas can only imagine the pain that must cause. He remembers his friend, chained and turned, and his lips twist. ]

I cannot let you touch what you cannot help. It will torture you.

[visitant]

[ He does not understand. He helps, that is what he does, that is what he is, so he does not understand why Solas won't let him. Why he can't help Solas like Solas has helped him. If Solas was not there, the Inquisitor might not have let him stay. ]

I don't hate you, Solas.

[ The knot is gone, hidden from him, he cannot tug it anymore or unravel, but even so... he still tries. Words instead of pulling, taking the pain and guilt and leaving him lighter. ]

I am happy.

[dirth]

[ He tenses, for a moment, careful, measured, before he shakes his head. He doesn't want to hear the words - he doesn't deserve them. His cowardice and his mistake is a burden he needs to have to himself. ]

You are. We did the right thing, the Inquisitor and I.

[ They didn't follow Varric's path. Carefully, Solas steps away, the floor cold against his feet. ]

We should continue.

[visitant]

[ He lifts his head then, watches. Solas, Solas, sorrow. He wishes he could help, he wishes Solas could understand that he could help. Forget. ]

Where are going?

[dirth]

To find our friends, of course.

[ He says it with as much of a smile as he can manage. ]

Though it might not be so easy.