faderift | Say Hello To Goodbye

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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"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?"

"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."

"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.

"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?"

When Adasse stepped away, Sorrel was grateful for it; it was quite possibly the most painful thing Adasse had even done for him. But it had to be done, and Sorrel hadn't been able to do it. He'd even swayed forward, without really meaning to, leaning into a touch that was no longer present.

"Of course I will. You'd better send one back when I do, or I might think you've forgotten me."

"I am never going to forget you." Said with complete earnestness, before he lets out a laugh, "Beleth won't let me for one, Cyril for another. Beyond that, all I have to do is close my eyes and you're right there. Crystal perfect memory, gorgeous."

He sucked in another breath, "Be careful. May the Dread Wolf lose your trail."

It was sweet enough, to hear the words, that Sorrel's hand moved to reach for Adasse before he'd realized-- no, no, it's time to let go, remember? He restrained himself, on a bittersweet smile.

"And may he never find yours. Goodbye, ma'nehn."

It is time to go.

Adasse smiled, and kept that smile on, as he hooked his thumbs into his trousers.

"Goodbye, sweetheart."

He wasn't sure which one of them was going to turn.

It had to be him; Sorrel took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and turned half-away. It's that hard to go, that he can't quite look at it full-on, but eventually he is able to lift a hand in farewell and-- and go.

He goes.

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