Say Hello To Goodbye | Openish

[writteninblood]

WHO: Sorrel and anyone who wants to say hello, or indeed goodbye, to him
WHAT: Sorrel leaving Kirkwall, spending some time in the forest, then coming back to Kirkwall like a week or two later, in disgrace
WHEN: The first few weeks of Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall, Clans Ashara/Dahlasanor
NOTES: The craziest of crazies. Kirkwall, girls, dancing, naked, Mom!? Argument, exile, fleeing the scene, hiding in a dumpster, crashing on your couch for a week because technically I’m ho~omeless!

No, I am lost
My wounded heart
Resides back home in
Pieces strewn about
The graveyard of my lost love
For only...

The Road between Kirkwall and anyplace at all is hard and muddy by turns, this time of year, melted by sun and unexpected balmy wind, frozen again each night into ruts and fissures, as is the nature of roads in winters. The road too, is fraught with danger, the sides of the path lined with opportunities for those with less scruples than most-- and the forests, known to beasts and magic and the Dalish themselves, are not safer, for the unwary traveler. Times are lean, in this stretch of the year, and what generosity there is has stretched with the weeks until it's leaner still.

That's the road Sorrel has to walk, there and back again.

But on the other end, whether to Kirkwall or away from it, there burns a warm fire, a hearth with friendly faces, and family, of one sort or another.

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Roads Go Ever On | Kirkwall/Goodbye

[writteninblood]

What Sorrel knew about Kirkwall could not be summed up in words. What he could say of it was hardly complimentary; it was a stinking, crowded, hateful place. He had nearly died there, had lost a spouse, and a lot of hope, and a good deal of innocence. But still too, if asked, he would admit we would miss the place, with a sharpness that dug in under his ribs and, stuck there, gave him a pang in every breath. A city isn't just a place, it's a people, and as much as he won't miss the city of Kirkwall, the people here are dear enough that he wants to cling to them with both hands, despite the letter in his pocket, and their need to have him away.

So he lingers a moment, at the gates, for these final farewells, adjusting his pack, and trying to put on a happy face, for whatever good it does him.

"You don't need to worry, I'll take the forest road. No one but another Dalish or a wild deer is going to find me. I've got plenty of supplies," He's not sure if the reassurance is for Sorrel himself as well, but he's certainly trying to reassure, "I-- You will be alright, here?"

[nadasharillen]

"Be careful, I've heard there are wild deer out there who can take you down at fifty paces," replies Nari seriously, waiting a beat before a small smile breaks through. "In all seriousness, I'd say you ought to find a way to let us know when you've arrived safely, but I'm sure Beleth will know ten minutes after you get there." The Scoutmaster had her ways, after all.

For a moment, Nahariel just looks at him as if weighing what else to say. But what could she? Thank you for giving my clan a new chance? Thank you for loving her? The words would never mean as much as she wanted them to. Finally she reaches out to clap Sorrel on the shoulder, squeezing briefly before letting go, trying to put it in her eyes instead.

"Dareth shiral, lethallin. Ghilan'nain'enaste."

[writteninblood]

"I'll be careful, then, not to cross the deadly long-range deer's path, lethallin. Really, don't worry-- I have my ways," And so it goes, simple and heartfelt. Sorrel simply presses his hand over hers, when she reaches out to him, prolonging the contact for its own sake, and giving her a chance to see the little crystal hanging around his neck, only barely visible, even this close.

He didn't ask if he could keep it. But then, no one told him he couldn't. One may assume Beleth knows.

"Dareth shiral, falon. Be safe, here."

[nadasharillen]

The little glint of crystal makes Nari smile--she'd wondered whether or not Sorrel had kept it.

"The best I can in Kirkwall," she says, the corner of her smile twitching upwards with wry humor. "Be safe there too. I know--" That sometimes it's difficult. That there's a lot of pressure on you. That your mother can be a holy terror. That you're leaving behind people you care about who care about you even as you go home to some as well. That sometimes you go home to find home has changed, or you have, and you can't go back. "--that you're strong enough to do what you need to."

With little else to say that wouldn't be repetition or platitude, Nahariel nods, steps back, and turns to disappear back into the city.

Re: Roads Go Ever On | Kirkwall/Goodbye

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

He sucked in his breath, waiting for the others to say goodbye, before he forces himself to walk up to Sorrel. Big, bright smile, even if it doesn't quite touch his eyes. He knows this is what Sorrel wants, what he needs to do. They talked about this. Adasse had given himself no illusions.

It still hurt, and he was going to have to live with that. He wasn't going to make it harder on Sorrel though, not for a moment.

"So, I am sure everyone has properly fussed - but who has given you a going away present like this?" He held out a hand-sewn shirt, with the vhendahl carefully stitched on it. Dark green cloth, and the tree itself had all the autumn colors.

"Made it myself. I ... am pretty sure it will fit perfectly."

[writteninblood]

Sorrel takes the shirt with all evidence of surprise. Unhappiness, he was expecting, even anger; strong emotions don't have to make sense, after all. But as he fingers the embroidery, all of clearly out of the hands of the alienage, Sorel finds that despite all his clear-eyed intentions, this is what's got him blinking back tears.

"No one. Nothing like this," He says thickly, "It's beautiful, ma'nehn. Thank you."

And then, because there's no other time for it, he follows impulse and throws his arms around Adasse in as tight a hug as he can give.

"I'm going to miss you so much!"

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Oh. Oh crap he was crying. Beleth was going to Kill Adasse. The dark-haired elf immediately went patting his pockets, looking for a hanky, but then Sorrel is hugging him as tight as can be and Adasse can suddenly feel wetness on his own cheeks before he hugs Sorrel back. Hard. Hard enough to creak boanes.

"I'm going to miss you, too ... " His voice is husky, quiet, before he sucks in a breath, "I'll be here when you come back for visits, though. Remember - I'm always going to be here for you." He finally leans back, so he can wipe at his face, "Yes, I am still going to be in love with you too. No getting out of it, Sorrelean of Clan Ashara."

[writteninblood]

"We talked about this," Sorrel protests, though only weakly, because he can hardly bring back the argument now, not when doing so in the past had gotten him exactly nowhere. Besides, he's already weepy, and it'll only make him worse.

"I love you too, Adasse Agressi of the Kirkwall Alienage-- or is it of the Inquisition now?" He wipes at his own eyes and tries on a smile; a better goodbye, a happy goodbye, "Either way, you know I'm coming back. Someone will have to do that tree, come spring, and I'll never hear the end of it if I let some circle mage or creators forbid a shemlen do it in my stead. You'll see me again."

It seems like it'll be an impossible wait, an eternity.

"Please, take care of yourself. And look after Beleth too?"

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

"We did talk about this - and my mind hasn't changed. So, deal with it." Is Adasse's firm answer, and he laughs at that comment, "I think it's both, honestly."

He swept tears away from his lover's face, giving him a quiet look, "You know I will. Well, as much as she'll let me, anyways. You know how Beleth is."

[writteninblood]

"Yes, I do," Sorrel doesn't pull away, can't really. He's too aware that this might be his only chance, for some time, to close his eyes and feel Adasse close at hand. To hear his voice, "She's impossible."

But, ultimately, the hour will pass, whether they will it or no. Eventually, even Sorrel has to admit that... he has to go. And Adasse has to stay.

"I... I should go or. I'll lose the light," He doesn't quite master himself enough to step away, but he does lean back, let go his grip, at least.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

"Well, I knew you two had to be twins somehow." Adasse smiled, holding tight to Sorrel. Just a few more seconds. When Sorrel whispered that he had to go, he too, leaned back. Then leaned in to steal one more kiss. Even if it was offered up, he still felt like he was stealing it.

Then he stepped back all the way. "Try to get a message back to us, let us know you have gotten there all right?"

[arlathvhen]

"Yes, of course." Beleth lies, having already been tearing up for several minutes. There's a handkerchief in her hand that she mindlessly holds to her eyes when the tears threaten to spill. She's doing her best to maintain an image of somewhat dignity, out here in public, within sight of all the people that look to her for leadership.

Just like the clan will look to Sorrel, soon.

"I'll come visit, just like I did before--" She swallows around the stubborn lump in her throat. "--before--" Before she had him here with her, before she couldn't just take a few minutes walk to be reunited with him. When he wasn't there to support her, and she couldn't reach out and touch him anymore.

A strangled choking noise comes from the back of her throat, and something breaks. In the space of a heartbeat, Beleth is clinging to Sorrel with a desperation. She doesn't try to finish her sentence, or say anything else. Instead, she presses her face into his chest, shoulders shaking as she begins sobbing in earnest.

And getting tears all over his spiffy First robes. Have fun with that.

[writteninblood]

And Sorrel... lets her. He doesn't protest or flinch away, or evidence any surprise-- he hasn't any to show, after all. He simply opens her arms as she throws herself into them, and holds on as tightly as he can.

"You're snotting up my robes," He complains, face pressed into her hair, Eyes streaming. He's crying with perhaps a little less noise and good deal less mess, but it's not as if he can stop, either, "You're the worst sister anyone ever had."

He can't hold any tighter, so instead he just turns his head into her hair and breathes through it, the clenched-heart pain of parting.

"I'm going to miss you so much."

[arlathvhen]

"Well, you're the worst brother, so we deserve each other." She grumbles into his robes with no animosity. "I'm glad that you were here, for everything that...happened. I don't know if I could have gotten through these last few months without having you so close." And it's terrifying, knowing that she'll have to go back to not being able to have that emotional crutch to lean on, when the future is so unknown. When there's no guarantee that the next few months won't be even worse.

But she's being selfish. It was selfish to be glad he came, and selfish to be upset that he's leaving.

"I suppose it's only fair. I left you last time, after all." It was harder then, off to some shemlen fortress she never heard of, no idea what to expect, or how long she'd be gone. "Send everyone at home my best, alright?"

[writteninblood]

"I'll tell them you secretly murder piles of shemlen whenever they annoy you, and no one the wiser," He teases, though it's true enough, given the circumstances, "That ought to please the Dahlasanor, at least. And you know I--"

He has to stop, voice caught on a choke, clogged up with his own tears.

"I don't care about fairness. I just..." He wants to stay, he wants her to go with him, he wants everything to not be so far away, he wants some magic that will always make them near to one another, just a room away, a voice in the night, comforting and close, "...I'll still have the crystal. Though you know how it is."

Always busy, and never a moment of privacy, not for someone who cannot justify sneaking away.

[arlathvhen]

"You know, you should probably have to return the crystal, since you're not working here anymore." She points out to him dryly, with no intention of attempting to enforce it. Even if Sorrel is away, the fact that now they can at least talk whenever is a great comfort. "And I'll miss having you as my secretary. Now I'll have to do my own writing."

She pulls away from his shoulder, so she can rest her forehead against his.

"This is important, Sorrel. You going back home. The clan needs you. One day you're going to be our leader, and you need to be prepared for that." She's not sure if she's saying it to him or herself.

[writteninblood]

"You're important too," He whispers, though he knows it makes no difference. Important or not, he has to leave, "And you can always hire someone to replace me you know. Lazy."

He doesn't pull away, only presses harder for a moment, closes his eyes and breathes. Don't cry. Don't... don't cry, dammit. In through the nose, and hold it.

"I'll be back in the spring, I promised to be."

[arlathvhen]

"I'm not as important as you, not to the Clan." She whispers back. That's why she's been allowed to stay in the Inquisition so long, why Sorrel has only been allowed to visit. But that's okay, what she's doing here is important, in its own way. And...she's important, here.

They both have places they need to be. It doesn't make it any easier.

"You'd better, or I'll come kidnap you, and your arrival to the Gallows will thrown across a hart."

[samahl]

Cyril can't help but worry. He worries that Sorrel will find danger along the way. He worries that he'll return to the clan and be convinced to stay. He worries that he'll return to the clan and be forced to leave again. He worries about all of those and more because each one carries with it a way to break Sorrel's heart.

"I'll be fine," he promises. "Unless you get hurt. In which case I may have to cross over to the beyond and bring you back just to scold you." It's teasing, of course, because he refuses to show just how worried he is.

[writteninblood]

"Oh, please. I can't die, are you crazy? Beleth would kill me."

It's a rote joke, but no less honest than usual. Sorrel smiles for Cyril, because he can see that whatever cheerful face he's putting on, there's real worry lying under it. For what, he cannot guess; after all, there's nothing to worry about.

"Adasse's putting on a brave face, but-- you know. You do know, right?" Of course you do. Sorrel reaches out to pat Cyril's shoulder, "Will you check in on him for me? He's only going to act like he's fine for me, because he's dead set on being noble, but... I'd just feel better, if I knew for sure he had someone to lean on, every now and again."

[samahl]

Cryil places his hand on Sorrel's and pats him lightly, comforting him. "Of course I will," he promises. "As often as he needs."

He knew what it was like to be separated from your paramour perhaps a bit too well. He would do what he could to distract Adasse while Sorrel was gone.

[writteninblood]

Sorrel lets that stand as it is, just for a moment, and then something changes in his face. His mouth twists, resisting emotion, and then he simply lunges, catching Cyril up in a firm, trembling hug.

"Thank you, lethallin," He whispers, after a moment, "Thank you. I know I can always count on you."

[samahl]

Cyril is a little surprised by the hug, but he doesn't push Sorrel away. Instead, he rubs Sorrel's back and then holds onto him.

"I would do whatever you needed of me, Sorrel."

[writteninblood]

That gets a laugh, an easing of the tension.

"Oh come on, don't give me that much power, you know I hate being the responsible one," Sorrel pulls back enough to show Cyril a more honest smile, "Keep safe here, falon. I'll see you again, as soon as I can, alright?"

[samahl]

When Sorrel pulls back, Cyril reaches up and touches his face. It's a gentle touch. He smiles at Sorrel, enjoying looking into those impossibly bright eyes.

"Of course. As soon as you return."