sing_for_me: (a pleasant breeze)

[personal profile] sing_for_me 2019-05-31 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ It took a moment for the words to register, but she certainly felt that it was an insult. And once she understood what he just said, she wasn't going to stand for that.

Still holding the soaked cloak, she whips it right back at his face, hard and with a resounding slap.


...


..



Is..what she imagined doing. What she would have wanted to do. But she couldn't and she didn't. ]


Sorry for bothering you.

[ She takes a step, then two steps closer, taking Solas's hand and giving him the cloak. ]

Here, you keep it. In case you set yourself on fire again.

[ She doesn't wait for a response, not really wanting to hear what kind of retort he might have, and she takes her leave. She may be silently huffing now that her back is to him as she walks away, and possibly muttered 'dick' under her breath. ]
veilfires: (were it not that i have bad dreams)

[personal profile] veilfires 2019-06-02 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He reflexively takes the cloak: an angry flush stains his cheeks.

He doesn’t reply: his shoulders only hunch with a defensive frustration. It’s aimed at this woman, who does not understand him and could not even if he explained. At humans in general, who shun and ignore the Fade. At the boundaries of this world, which have him trapped here and made him useless and blind and thrown all his plans into chaos, and at the boundaries of his own world, which have rendered all life false and abominable.

And it’s frustration at himself, for making himself appear a recalcitrant fool.

Quiet, he waits until she is out of sight, cloak tensed in his fists, unseen in the dark. Then he, too, starts to walk back to town, alone.]