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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[alankazam]

"It's not for us to knows the ways of fate."

Even those that have once walked at the Maker's side cannot truly know His will. The oyster, again.

"We see the waters before us. We know the waters behind us. We can guess at the shape of the stream — but to know it?" A small, sad smile. "What do you believe they would wish? For you to be here alone?"

He shakes his head.

"You carry their care, even set apart as you are."

[thehiddenking]

"Do you speak of fate or Eru?" Thingol wondered, stomach sinking, whether Eru's power extended this far. Surely it did. To think otherwise was...wrong; it went against his core beliefs.

"I cannot say they forgive me for what I have done. Without that forgiveness, they would not wish to be in my company." he pressed his lips together to keep his breathing steady.

[alankazam]

"Is it so different?"

Names are material; essence eternal. Whatever Thingol calls it by, the river flows on.

"By suffering we divide ourselves from others," He picks at the bandage about his fingers, considers. "Whether we cause it, or it's caused of us. But suffering is ours to end. To make our peace with."

"It would not hurt them, did they not still bear love for you."

[thehiddenking]

"Eru determines fate, yes." but was he here? Thingol tensed, gritting his teeth. The forest called to him; it was his sanctuary - his place of peace. Or it used to be. She wouldn't be there, however, and that made all the difference.

"Suffering cannot be controlled in that manner. It must be felt for a time and then released." he tilted his head, "Are you injured?"

No, he could not think of being loved and forgiven. It made his heart warm and vulnerable.

[alankazam]

Swallowing hurt, shoving it down and locking the door, it’s the only way he knows to be. You move on, or the world moves on without you.

But Thingol’s tense, and he’s changing the subject, and Alan hasn’t lost all his instincts for self-preservation; for empathy. When you strike a nerve, it's not always a sign to keep digging.

"It’s alright," The only two words he ever answers an inquiry like that with. Reflex — you don't show weakness of the pack — though for once it’s as much fact. Alan lifts it to display his palm, wrapped tight. "I’m just supposed to rest it."

Which. Climbing about in the library probably doesn’t qualify, but he’s always taken a rather loose interpretation of these matters. When it hurts, he doesn't use it so much. Problem solved.