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WHO: Cole & Several (includes OPEN THREAD for Rifters)
WHAT: Compassion returns to Skyhold.
WHEN: Early-Mid Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Cole works best with individualized threads rather than completely open ones. Please don't be afraid to contact me (Plurk or PM) if you'd like to set something up! Prompts will be posted in comments.

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Like dreams, he says and her brow furrows for a moment, because it's a different explanation to any she's ever had but it's a different world after all. And it fits with what she's been told of the Fade thus far, or it fits enough that it doesn't seem entirely outlandish.

"But would that work for someone like a rifter? What would spirits even make of us, there has to be something different for all that seems the same." Little things, but enough that it matters, somewhere deep down. "So I have to just try listening to my dreams, that might work or help or something?"

"Maybe." There's a slight downturn to his tone, a lament -- he knows he's not being very helpful. "I'm not sure."

He thinks about it for another second.

"I like the idea of the shells, though. And dreams. The sound of the waves, the shining visions of the nighttime. Moonlight on the water." He's getting rhapsodic, now.

"For someone that says they haven't been to the sea, you paint the picture just right. When the waters are calm and still, it's like a great long mirror, no boundary between the sea and the sky, like they're stretching into one another forever."

Perhaps it's selfish to hope that there's a reason for the Inquisition to go to the Storm Coast, so that she can just watch the waves from another world.

"If the spirits here can sing my own shores back to me, I should be very grateful I think, right now there are still too many things close to nightmares. Demon faces, the dead rising out of the water." That and falling, falling through the rift and not knowing what was happening until it was too late to even try to stop it.

"You're afraid." And her fears are being reflected back to her in the night. "So are lots of people."

It isn't meant as a dismissal, but a comfort. She isn't alone here.

"People can be bound together by what they're afraid of. So long as they don't let it defeat them."

"Fear isn't a bad thing. Fear makes you run faster, makes you keep fighting even when it hurts though I'll admit, it's very tiring." It's hard to be this far from home for the first time in her life, and for all she's made friends, she has a glaring reminder of being the outsider. Of people thinking she might be a monster.

She has friends here, she has to remember that much at least, and she has Lux too.

"Maybe it's because I'm good at watching, or because I have to, but as good as it is to have so many backgrounds, so many perspectives...some of them are still very much afraid of each other."

"Some are not," he reminds her. "That matters more." At least, he hopes it does.

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