[OPEN] I have never known peace

[ragweed]

WHO: Kit + you??
WHAT: Kit does what he can to help out the Inquisition during blue flu season, and reconnects with some friends (and lovers) along the way.
WHEN: Throughout February.
WHERE: Gallows + Kirkwall
NOTES:This will be Kit's last log before he goes out in a blaze of glory at the end of the month, so if you'd like one last thread with him, ping me @ ragweed on plurk or on discord and we can make it happen. Starters will be in the comments as I write them up. CW for death and violence in Kit's thread w/ the Medicine Seller.

I have never known hunger
Like these insects that feast on me

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[ragweed]

That's one way to get a dwarf's attention. Whatever else Kit is doing, it can wait. He takes a drag of the cigarette he is undoubtedly smoking and follows after her.

The state of her clothes, that bag--she's clearly on her way somewhere.

"You look like you're on your way out," he says, bluntly but not unkindly. There's no point in beating around the bush about it.

[aforethought]

"Better now’n when they try and force it."

She’s not so piss at reading that she can’t eyeball a list. It’s more than half mages on top now, and that means someone who might stand half a chance at stopping her.

"Y'ever reckon it's time you got moving too?"

[ragweed]

Now his steps slow, his expression cautious. He taps the excess ash off his cigarette and looks after her wonderingly.

"No," he tells her, because despite all the other thoughts that have assailed him, picking up and getting out of town never managed to be one of them. "There's still too much left to do."

Given the way he gestures around, he's more referring to Darktown than the Inquisition. This place, more like, has become his project.

[aforethought]

It's a mark of — something, call it what you will, that she pauses a moment to give it a good glance. The way her eyes snap back, impatient (frustrated), says she shouldn't have bothered.

"Plenty of folks t'do it, too." Darktown. There's no shortage of shit in Darktown, there never will be. That's the thing about people: They always make more. "Ain't your place."

And maybe that's not something she'd say,

Except that it's the kind of thing that's always fixing to.

[ragweed]

In a move that would surprise no one who knows him, Kit just smiles a little lopsidedly and stays put. He shrugs his shoulders, then takes another drag off his cigarette.

His answer won't surprise her, but that doesn't mean he's going to change it.

"If not me, then who?"

[aforethought]

"Someone who belongs."

It's the worst she can come up with; it's short of the mark. A look away, off to fix eyes on the horizon. Headed that way soon enough, and this shouldn't be any different from any other time.

"Whoever you're trying t'fix this for —" Except maybe those times, hadn't really been alone. She cuts herself off, shakes her head. "— It don't work in reverse."

[ragweed]

"Damn," Kit grunts with a smirk, but the expression looks more pained than friendly, "don't pull your punches with me or anything, Melys."

It's a joke. Get it? Because she isn't.

He finishes off his cigarette and then drops it to the ground to grind out the burning end under his boot. "Even a job that doesn't have an end in sight is still worth doing right, if you're going to do it." When he breathes out, stuffing his hands into his pockets, there's a little residual smoke exiting his mouth; grim determination in his eyes, at the corners of his lips. "You ought to've figured you can't talk me into leaving."