WHO: Morrigan, open WHAT: Witching around WHEN: Drakonis; present timeline WHERE: Skyhold NOTES: If you'd like a specific starter, grab me on discord. Starters in threads as per usual.
Well, Bruce never said his suggestion was a good one. His smile turns sheepish at that - he did think about Kieran, but since Morrigan managed it once she could have managed it again... but then again, he supposes things are different from before now. Everything is.
And in a way, he can understand what she means. Though his life on the run before this had been hard, in a way it had also been liberating. He had the (relative) freedom to do what he wanted, could be somebody else instead of what the Circles had intended for him to be. Not that his life inside was bad (certain things excluded) but being outside of it was simply... different.
"It's nice to be something else from what others expect you to be," he says in his way of agreement. "I'm just sorry I can't be of any real help myself."
Kieran is a known thing now, not a separate entity from her. A polite lad still but he's an odd boy that can be connected so firmly back to her in ways he never could in Orlais, a boy who spends time with Alistair, Zevran, Gwenaelle; she has to be here with him, has to watch so much more carefully than she ever did in the past.
These days Morrigan must pick her arguments with far more care and sometimes she almost finds herself missing the times she strode through the hallways of some palace of Celene's in a black mood, furious after whatever spat they'd had. When you think about another person? It tempers you. The remarks are for behind closed doors and wine, or they're phrased more delicately so a person might not realise she's wounded them until after.
"I have long become accustomed to it, I am Flemeth's daughter, a Witch of the Wild. In Ferelden you cannot swing a cat without striking one who knows the tales though here at least there have bee fewer to speak of them." A small mercy too that the Dalish have kept their mouths shut about Asha'bellanar in her presence for the most that she can recall. Laughing softly, she says words that might strike fear into the hearts of many. Alistair should probably come offer his condolences. Ask if she tried to suck out his soul or something like that. "We have our talks, such company is few and far-between."
Having responsibility over another always changes you. It's why Bruce always tries to avoid that - its one thing to be responsible for a patient, but its another thing enough to be responsible over another that'll be part of your life. There will always be far too much meaning into it for Bruce to desire something like that - not with how he is now.
He smiles back faintly in response to her words. "I'm glad I can provide some sort of comfort, then." Morrigan may have an understandably fearsome reputation, but right now like this Bruce can only place her as the same as everyone else here - in where everyone is keeping the will to struggle and live on no matter what. It's an admirable trait, and Bruce can respect that, among many other things about her.
Not a thing to dwell on overlong with Alistair or she'll think about how long he simply watched her and Kieran from afar after they arrived before he dared to open his mouth. Not like Zevran, the chance meeting in the Hinterlands, or Leliana and how openly they spoke even with the tension that had been there from the start that had given way to something she cannot think of now. Alistair had passed many things over to others but then how little of Alistair's life had been his. (How little of her own had been hers until it had, until she had it in her grasp and now she will decide how to live it, will not allow another to dictate it. Life is what it is, and she is determined not to be something. Perhaps that makes all the difference in her mind.)
"Should you have the desire to learn something a Circle shall never teach for they have not the skill nor the knowledge, come seek me in the woods away from Skyhold. I prefer privacy for such things. I will show you what it is to be something not yourself outside of battle where you have seen it in only glimpses." It's a rare offer, infrequently extended. Bruce please enjoy your magic bonuses and the little approval gains bouncing off your head.
Bruce blinks at the offer, honestly surprised by it. He knows that Morrigan teaches her craft to a select few and even though its not the same specifically its still an offer that shows--well. Bruce doesn't try to think too deeply into it. It's probably for the best.
"I'm honored by the offer," he replies, inclining his head, doing his best to be as polite as possible. "I'd be glad to experience first hand what your magic is able to accomplish." Really, really glad. It's a chance of a lifetime, more or less, and Bruce knows better than to squander it - especially when it interests him so.
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And in a way, he can understand what she means. Though his life on the run before this had been hard, in a way it had also been liberating. He had the (relative) freedom to do what he wanted, could be somebody else instead of what the Circles had intended for him to be. Not that his life inside was bad (certain things excluded) but being outside of it was simply... different.
"It's nice to be something else from what others expect you to be," he says in his way of agreement. "I'm just sorry I can't be of any real help myself."
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These days Morrigan must pick her arguments with far more care and sometimes she almost finds herself missing the times she strode through the hallways of some palace of Celene's in a black mood, furious after whatever spat they'd had. When you think about another person? It tempers you. The remarks are for behind closed doors and wine, or they're phrased more delicately so a person might not realise she's wounded them until after.
"I have long become accustomed to it, I am Flemeth's daughter, a Witch of the Wild. In Ferelden you cannot swing a cat without striking one who knows the tales though here at least there have bee fewer to speak of them." A small mercy too that the Dalish have kept their mouths shut about Asha'bellanar in her presence for the most that she can recall. Laughing softly, she says words that might strike fear into the hearts of many. Alistair should probably come offer his condolences. Ask if she tried to suck out his soul or something like that. "We have our talks, such company is few and far-between."
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He smiles back faintly in response to her words. "I'm glad I can provide some sort of comfort, then." Morrigan may have an understandably fearsome reputation, but right now like this Bruce can only place her as the same as everyone else here - in where everyone is keeping the will to struggle and live on no matter what. It's an admirable trait, and Bruce can respect that, among many other things about her.
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"Should you have the desire to learn something a Circle shall never teach for they have not the skill nor the knowledge, come seek me in the woods away from Skyhold. I prefer privacy for such things. I will show you what it is to be something not yourself outside of battle where you have seen it in only glimpses." It's a rare offer, infrequently extended. Bruce please enjoy your magic bonuses and the little approval gains bouncing off your head.
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"I'm honored by the offer," he replies, inclining his head, doing his best to be as polite as possible. "I'd be glad to experience first hand what your magic is able to accomplish." Really, really glad. It's a chance of a lifetime, more or less, and Bruce knows better than to squander it - especially when it interests him so.