there ain't language for the things i've seen

[alankazam]

WHO: Alan + Kain, Medicine Seller, Thingol, Bruce, Jaime + OTA
WHAT: Gotta catch 'em all
WHEN: Post-Winter Palace
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: N/A

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Comments

[alankazam]

"I think," Gently. He doesn't want to upset Cade, not when he's finally seemed to settle a little. He'd no idea that the man could even smile. Surely he'll be used to mages, to have managed this long in Skyhold, but he doesn't strike Alan as the type to enjoy surprises. He'd thought Cade had already realized. If this isn't something he advertises, neither is it anything that he much bothers to hide. "There'd be some practical issues."

His opinions on the Chantry (and the body mass of a miniature scarecrow) aside. He watches Cade carefully, for any sign of a reaction.

[onlyhymns]

Although there's no actual offense, Cade's smile does dwindle, and he looks a bit ashamed. He's coming on too strong!! Just as he always feared! He is unlikable and wrong and an idiot and wow Alan's response was really so gentle, this is why Cade has maybe One Full Friend if you squint.

"Sorry," he says quickly, hunching his shoulders. Attempt to bond retracted, redirecting...

[alankazam]

"Don't be." Alan offers a shallow smile back. "It means a lot to you, doesn't it? It means a lot then to me, that you'd think of it."

Even as a joke. It's just:

"I'm a mage."

it's not you baby, it's me

[onlyhymns]

Almost, the conversation is salvaged. And then, more quickly, it's ruined. The air between them seems to chill, and Cade looks away with a frown. He debates leaving, but at least has the presence of mind to understand that he won't be able to get away quickly, and there will no doubt be an awkward conversation if he does.
So he just... stays. And is suddenly closed off, as though they not only weren't speaking a moment ago, but he's not even aware that Alan is beside him.

[alankazam]

Oh, no. He’s managed to mess this up again, somehow —

"You know," He offers, leaning out over his knees. "You were the first Templar I’d ever met."

Not true, precisely, but the other one was a long time ago. Alan doesn’t like to think of it. It doesn’t count.

"But I’m glad that I did."

is that helping?? will that help??

[onlyhymns]

Tragically, it.... kind of does.
Cade has met an assortment of mages, from the ones in the Circle he used to guard, to all the billions of apostates in Skyhold, and... well, maybe they're not all so bad. Even if they're living outside the law and putting every single person at risk and also could become horrible monsters at literally any second.
But Alan seems okay, and he just said something nice, and Cade isn't in any position to turn down a nice thing being said. It's so novel to him that he actually goes a little pink, still looking concerned.

".....really?"

[alankazam]

"Yes." Why's he pink? Is this a camouflage thing? There's nothing else pink around. Maybe it's some sort of rash? "You're trying."

Heady praise indeed.

"And you listen. That's more than many ever do. It matters — it makes other people feel as though they do."

[onlyhymns]

It's the rash of those allergic to attention.
"Oh." He calms slightly, but still doesn't smile again. "...other people do matter."

[alankazam]

"Yes. But it — doesn't always feel as though you do, does it?"

You're a People Too, Cade. Alan fumbles for the words, struggles to jam them into a shape that doesn't sound — self-pitying, perhaps. Dramatic. It's a fact that he's trying to state, not a confession. Another piece he's jammed into the puzzle of humanity, and if he says it aloud, perhaps he can sand the edges to fit.

"I don't, at least."

[onlyhymns]

Well, Alan's got him there. Cade purses his lips and shrugs furtively. "No. I mean. ....yes." Is does feel as though he... doesn't. Or doesn't... that he does...
His face goes momentarily blank as he tries to puzzle out what he actually meant to say, but then Alan speaks again.
"....matter?" he guesses. That seems like a weird thing to say based on what was just said, but Cade has never claimed to be a competent conversationalist.

[alankazam]

"Feel as though I do," He supplies. "But we all matter. We need to remind each other of that."

[onlyhymns]

"....I suppose." Cade is at an awkward point in the conversation, knowing better than to trust a mage, yet... really wanting to trust him. He nods mildly and purses his lips, glancing furtively at Alan out of his periphery. This requires some strategizing. Or just... more mental power than he feels he has, to sort out how to behave and what to think.

[alankazam]

"Any time that you want to talk," He offers, moves slowly to stand, to collect the knife, a remaining branch. "I've got one of those rocks. Crystals."

"Just tell it Alan."

A short, awkward nod. He moves to leave.

[onlyhymns]

The concept of just telling someone he wants to talk is still a fairly novel one to Cade, but he nods anyway, watching Alan depart with a look that might be described as mystified. He needs to process this.