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faderift2016-08-24 08:17 pm
universal_charm) wrote in faderift2016-08-24 08:17 pm
[ OPEN ] You'd Think I'd Know Where I'm Going
WHO: Jim Kirk & You
WHAT: Late catch-all for late August
WHEN: Roughly August 15 - August 31 (feel free to backdate for timey-wimey necessitiy)
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Flirting, charmingness, possible bad language, possible head-butting, possible fights, general shenanigans
WHAT: Late catch-all for late August
WHEN: Roughly August 15 - August 31 (feel free to backdate for timey-wimey necessitiy)
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Flirting, charmingness, possible bad language, possible head-butting, possible fights, general shenanigans
After the emotional trek to Asher's home and back, Kirk found that he was rather glad to be back within the walls of Skyhold. It was familiar and comforting and he knew what he could do here to keep his mind off things. To keep his mind off the passing of a friend that could have been, keep his mind off injustices in Orelais, keep his mind off his own situation. Funny, how death brought those things to surface with startling clarity.
He can be found in the early mornings running around Skyhold's perimeter, followed quickly by moving to working on his horsemanship at the barn (which in variably also means that he will spend some quality time around the bog unicorn, which in his mind he has unofficially adopted). More often than not he is also accompanied by a small black and white cat who has something suspiciously like a mustache on its upper lip. Don't tell Anders.
From there things are a bit more difficult when it came to finding ways to fill his time, except on the days when he was teaching lessons in math, science, and hand-to-hand self-defense. That latter of which he can now join in on since he has fully recovered from his previous injuries. It meant that more people were hitting the dirt, but that's how it was supposed to be. You didn't learn if you didn't come out with a bruise or two.
Of course he usually finds his way around to the library, usually in search of another story to read since he's not much of one for the historical texts anymore, biased as they tend to be in his view. Maybe he's napping. What? It's comfortable there. But why just ready about places in the library when he can out and explore in the woods outside Skyhold? Granted, he never goes far, but it's something and for just a bit he can pretend he's Captain Kirk exploring a new and exciting planet again. Let the Rifter have his tiny fantasy. (Invariably, Leonard the Cat tends to join him on this too, complete with fashioned harness and leash to keep him from wandering to far.)
And if all else fails he makes his way to the tavern, where he can easily be convinced to share a drink, sing a song, or maybe turn the tables and convince you to play some chess.
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A laugh came out as he shook his head, waving off such praise.
"It's a classic song where I am from, written hundreds of years ago," he explained. "It's about having loved someone and they're not with them anymore, so no matter who they try to love next, the person that's gone will always be a kind of ideal, always be a part of them. They can't forget them, basically."
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All of Ariadne's experience of love was completely second- or third-hand. Which is why it puzzled her more than most other subjects. Her parents--all Alastrians, really--she knew were exceptions, rather than the rule. Out of their biological need to mate for life.
She knew some Humans acted that way too. But she never felt bold enough to ask Princess Amanda why she'd never remarried.
And then there were the polygamists, which she didn't understand at all...
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"Some do," he shrugged. "Some don't. Human culture and society usually centers around a monogamous pairing, but that's changed over time and can include multiple pairs now. That song was written around a time when monogamy was expected, though."
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Her curiosity was oftentimes bigger than her tiny, compact body.
"Did you have a mate?"
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He blinked, not quite expecting it, but at the same time he thought she might. It wasn't that difficult a question. He did not consider himself to have one - he was certainly not married - though he did spend quite a bit of his time, amorous and not, around Samouel. But he wouldn't say they were mates.
"No," he finally answered, shaking his head. "No mate for me. I'm not the settling down type, as it is."
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"I suppose that's for the best," she said. "We've left so many people behind. I imagine that would make it even harder to be here now. I sometimes wonder how the other Rifters manage it."
She, at least, had the benefit of being an orphan.
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He took her to mean his crew, and she wasn't precisely wrong. He missed them terribly, often wishing for the steady council of Bones in his left ear and Spock in his right. It felt strange navigating a new world without them, or with Uhurah in his ear.
"Same as us, I suppose. Muddle along and make the best of it," he shrugged.
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"I'm glad you enjoyed them."
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She didn't actually have any money. She never carried it and whenever she got her hands on it, she promptly put it to good use. Fortunately, she had endeared herself enough to the tavern staff that she would be able to sweet-talk a pint out of them, for her friend. And if she had to wash a few dishes later, well, that was just fine.
"One drink, coming up," she said, twirling around on her toes like a dancer before trotting over to the bar.
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