[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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[misdirection_hex]

Kit tells him to listen, and he listens, with rapter attention than he would want to be displaying if he could see himself. This, he knows now, is why he's taken such pains to stay out of Kit's orbit. There are few lengths to which Vandelin won't go to ensure he doesn't have to admit he's made a mistake, or changed his mind--and when doing so would come packaged with the potential for rejection, there's nothing that would haunt his nightmares more.

But he still hasn't been able to convince himself that he wouldn't ask for another chance if he spent too long talking to Kit, let alone take one if it was freely offered. Nothing has changed; nothing that made him leave is any different now than it was, except that he's come to miss Kit enough to wonder if he could live with it. Whatever willpower Van possesses, and he's always been proud of it, it can't hold up under that shy and anxious look in Kit's eyes, nor the effect of that lingering smile.

"Come find me," he says. "Or I'll find you. I know where you live." And so does all the rest of Lowtown--his wan smile resurfaces again at the memory of Kit having to walk Chuck out the door before they could be alone together. He misses even that.

[ragweed]

"Come find me. Or I'll find you. I know where you live."

He spreads his hands a little to either side, gives his head an equivocal kind of nod. "Still the same address," he tells him, chuckling. His arms drop back down to his sides, and he realizes now that he's just buying time by lingering now. Just a few more moments to look into his eyes, to be warmed by that smile. Ancestors, he's missed him, so much--

"All right, well, I should get out of your hair." He chafes a hand across his beard once more and takes a couple of half-steps backwards towards the office door. On the threshold he pauses, looks to Vandelin again, and says, "Take care of yourself, salroka. I'll see you again soon."