[open] peel the scars from off my back

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Cade and you!
WHAT: Just hangin' around, livin' life, bein' weird
WHEN: Cloudreach
WHERE: The Gallows and Lowtown, mostly
NOTES: All the usual warnings that come with Cade. If you'd like a specific prompt, hit me up or just throw one in the comments.

I. Out and about in the Gallows (recommended for our new Templar friends)

Cade has not been to collect his lyrium dosage since before all the Templars were ravaged by their mysterious illness, but he still arrives every morning looking fit as a fiddle (comparatively) to start his workday with Enchanter Shivana. Being that he's a reclusive and fairly off-putting person by virtue of his... well, him-ness, Cade has never been part of any group that hasn't had its share of rumors about what he's about. But lately he's become more of a cautionary tale, a there-but-by-the-grace-of-the-Maker-go-I when he slinks by any on-duty Templar and avoids their gaze.
Despite being kicked out of the Templars, and not collecting his lyrium, he's not having withdrawals. He also works under at least one elf (two if Beleth counts), practices archery on the regular, and almost, if you squint, seems to be starting to live a normal life.
That bastard's hiding something.

II. Lowtown

Now that the weather has gotten warmer, Cade stays out later in his little hiding places where he reads or writes or just watches the sea. He can often be found in the evening with his back to a wall and his gaze beyond the people walking by, finding solitude where there's really none to be found.

Periodically someone tries to mug him and comes away disappointed, or gets a coin or two. It's an occupational hazard of living by the docks.

III. The Chantry Garden

Regardless of weather, every day at dawn Cade can be found at the newly-carved Andraste shine in the center of what remains of the forest, saying his morning prayers before he continues uptown to the Gallows. It's not nice to disturb him, but inevitably someone does on occasion.

IV. Misc!

Choose Your Own Adventure

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I ate them <3

[nadasharillen]

Thoughtless or not, the hand in his hair stills very briefly as she feels rather than sees the slight turn of his head, the small soft pressure that follows. Pulled from her reverie, Nari realizes with sudden clarity that the animal that had filled her chest for weeks with its pacing had quieted, leaving only the cool serenity of the moon on water, and her eyes brim with the relief of it. She could stay too, here this way. Would, if she could stop the heavens turning with only wanting.

Even though she'd not broken skin, his back still needs tending. The little pot of salve she'd tucked by the box is well within her reach, but the water isn't. Perhaps just a little while longer.

Finally, with a last pass of her hand across his head, a light squeeze of his shoulder with the other, and a quiet regretful sigh, Nari moves to slowly extricate herself and pad to the basin where she wets a cloth. She squeezes it between her hands to let the excess water fall, then return to kneel behind him to clean the sweat where it's dried on the still reddened plane of his upper back, mindful of the lines she'd raised.

[onlyhymns]

The body wants to heal itself, and for that it needs sleep; Cade almost dozes off in the time it takes for Nari to decide to get up for the salve, but he lifts his head easily and follows her with his bleary gaze. It occurs to him to apologize, for-- what, being in the way?-- but when he tries, his voice is gone and he decides not to force it.
It's easy enough to vocalize when the wet cloth touches the raw skin on his back, however, and he hisses in a small jolt of surprise. He remains, though, doesn't try to avoid the touch, just makes the occasional quiet sound of discomfort when a dab presses just right.

He never treats himself afterward, but perhaps he owes it to her.

[nadasharillen]

Nari makes quiet sympathetic noises when he hisses-- a world away from earlier when she'd stooped after his cries like a hawk at the hunt-- replaces the cloth with the smooth glide of her salve covered hand, wonders at his skin being nearly hot to the touch from the friction of the assault, the rush of blood that had risen to rebuild after. She wipes her hand on the cloth, folds it, and as she rises to return to the couch bends to brush her lips across the back of his neck as unconsciously as he'd turned into her.

(She notices afterward, but decides to file it with all the other things she had to think about later rather than think about it enough to blush now.)

This time when she sits she pulls her legs up to stretch its length, her back braced on the arm. Uncertain again and hoping that he'd not closed off since she'd broken the closeness they'd shared before she moved, Nari slowly extends an arm out in the universal gesture of there's a place for you here.

[onlyhymns]

Seemingly content to kneel there for a while, Cade only looks up when he notices Nari beckoning to him, and he looks at her all red-faced and puffy-eyed, uncertain. Lying down sounds wonderful right now, of course in a way that won't aggravate the newly-acquired welts, but lying down... beside someone? A small pang of anxiety sounds in an otherwise cleared field of emotion, and he finds himself looking a bit too long, deliberating too intently.
Irrationally, the question: what if he does it, and then can't leave?

[nadasharillen]

Ah, there it was.

Cade was like a June's knot carved by life, and it had been an unforgiving artisan. When she was with him, she'd come up against one unmoving piece or another; layer after layer. Some would move with a simple careful push or pull, some were visible yet stuck somewhere deeper within the puzzle, but it wasn't possible to tell which it was unless she placed her fingers and tried.

For the space of a fire burning to its coals, she'd found a sort of pattern and followed it, piece after piece coming away easily in her hands, and she'd reveled in it. Now here again, the click of wood against itself.

He's still thinking, hasn't decided. She'll wait a little longer before she withdraws back to safety. She'll change sides and curl up her legs so he can rest without fear of touching her. Move to a chair, to the floor. Leave the folded blanket she'd ferried across for him and go back to her room to tuck a winter cloak around herself in its staid if that's what safety meant. After all, it was a fool that forced a knot and called it solved.

For now, the invitation remains.

[onlyhymns]

Rising slightly on his knees, Cade takes the chance, but with the slow wariness of a wild animal entering a place where a human stands silent. He doesn't know what he's expecting; she's smaller than him, he could overpower her easily if necessary, and-- why is he thinking about that at all? Why does he see monsters everywhere, just waiting to pounce? This is why Beleth--

He stops and rests back down on his knees, squeezing his eyes closed with the onslaught of that memory, that total inescapable disaster. Perhaps he's not worried about being trapped, but of trapping her, hurting her. Growing up gave him that power.
Too drained to get fully emotional about it, Cade just folds his arms on the couch and lays his head on them defeatedly, paralyzed by the fear of having to explain any of these thoughts or act against them. He's so tired and still emotional, it's too much.

[nadasharillen]

Oh, no. This is not whatever it was she’d hoped to provide. She’d seen his face before it disappeared into his arms, the mix of apprehension and conflict and weariness, and she lets her own head drop onto her outstretched arm with a wince, pulling her knees up.

"You're okay," she says quietly, looking at the faded pattern of the upholstery beneath her and picking at its threads a bit before rolling her head back up to watch him. "You don't have to, there's plenty of room." Or there was now that Nari had curled herself up. She'd been ready for this. Had known she was taking a chance, but each time she'd pulled her fingers through his hair she'd fed a scrap of tinder to that foolish little spark of whatever it was in her that wanted so badly to hold the people she cared for, and it always hurt a little more to close her fist around a larger flame.

It's a thing she does to herself.

[onlyhymns]

"I'm sorry," he murmurs despite the reassurance, lifting his head wearily and watching Nari move. He hesitates before accepting the spot she's left for him, but looks ashamed while he does it, and he even adds another "sorry," as he moves into place and curls his legs in front of him.

[nadasharillen]

Nari furrows her brow at the apology. He hadn't done anything. If anyone, she should be apologizing.

And so she asks; "Why?"

[onlyhymns]

It takes Cade a moment to realize what she's asking. He looks at her over his shoulder, eyebrows knit in worry. He isn't sure. Because... he's... so awkward? And bad at everything, especially when it involves interacting with other people? Because he's Like This?

"...I'm..." he murmurs, searching, "...difficult." He's not wrong.

[nadasharillen]

Having just been thinking of him as a particularly complex crafter's puzzle, his assertion actually makes the corner of Nari's mouth lift in a gentle half-smile.

"Perhaps," she replies slowly, "but that's not--" she pauses, frowns slightly in thought, turns it over in her mind. It's not as if she'd been separating the difficult bits to one side; deciding she wanted to keep only this look, or that small smile, or only the hours of his reading to her or those of their effortless silence and then saying somehow that all the rest was something that needed to be shuffled away and apologized for.

"What if... I don't think that what you are is something that needs to be forgiven?" she asks finally.

[onlyhymns]

Cade finds the question somewhat surprising, and he has to think it over as he had with much of what she's said. It hadn't occurred to him that that's how he feels: like he himself, his very being, is the problem. But he does. And, with a pang of anxiety, he understands why, but pushes it down.
"...um," he murmurs, unsure of how to proceed, "maybe you don't know." What he is. Whatever that is. He doesn't even know.

[nadasharillen]

"...Maybe," she agrees.

And then perhaps because it's dark, or perhaps because eventually the sun would rise and this space would be gone, or because the air has cooled and she can smell the rain coming again, or because of the feel of the cloth under her restless fingertips, or she's reckless, or stupid, or lonely, she shifts a bit to look at the fading reds and oranges as the last of the fire seeks out the last of the wood and says, "Maybe I'd like to."

[onlyhymns]

Yet another long look, but this one directed at Nari. Cade considers, then nods, shifting into a tighter curl so he can rest his cheek on the arm of the couch, fatigue beginning to overwhelm his worry. There will be more to talk about later, but between the rain and the ache in his back and the exhaustion from spilling all his emotions, suddenly sleep seems like all he's capable of.
His eyelids drift downward, though he fights it. Maybe they're not done talking.

[nadasharillen]

He doesn't reply, so Nari looks back over and catches the beginnings of Cade's slip into sleep. Not having much else to say, she doesn't interrupt it, although there will be the soft noise of her unfolding from her position on the other side of the couch to retrieve the blanket she'd brought, and the the settle of it over him that follows.

There are other little sounds, although now mostly drowned out by rain; cloth wiping leather, tick of wood as a box closes, Nari readjusting herself in the other corner in a scout's slight lean. She'll be awake for a while yet, as she's wont to be, but there will be little to disturb the man curled at the other end.