WHO: Athessa, Madi, and YOU WHAT: post-Dream catch-all WHEN: after part 2 of dream time WHERE: The Gallows/Kirkwall NOTES: tags will be slow, brain still bad
Bastien lifts his head from where he’d bent it over the mug, nose very nearly inside it to breathe in the steam, and smiles like he’s not at all tired or troubled.
“Ah ouais?”
He’s not quite enthusiastic about the idea. The fellow is very handsome, seems perfectly nice, and could disappear into the ether any day without so much as a wave goodbye.
But however resigned she sounds, she did offer, so after sticking his nose back into the coffee steam he makes some quiet, less-obnoxious-than-possible kissy noises into his cup.
"Ouais," Baz may have his reservations, but somehow the danger of a Rifter being spirited away at any moment is preferable to being forsaken by choice. But since they're not addressing that yet, Athessa just laughs at the sound of kissy noises made into a mug of coffee and and takes a sip of her own drink, its bitterness undercut by cream and sugar.
"There, now your duty has been fulfilled. On a scale from one to ten, with ten being practically dead, how tired are you?"
Athessa's at least a seven, since the coffee isn't actually doing much for her other than offering warmth.
"Hmm...maybe a four," Pause to almost take another sip of coffee, only to lower the mug again and hrm quietly.
"D'you think that kind of bullshit, fucking with our dreams and making us believe fucked up shite...d'you think it's fun for spirits? Or d'ya reckon it's like... in the rules that they can't just fuckin say what they want without a little torture first?"
"Maybe..." It's grudging, at first. The first few days after shared dreaming, if last year's incident is any indication, are the days when anger is easiest. How dare that spirit do this? How cruel! But Bastien has a point, one that'll sink its teeth in and be hard to shake after the embers have cooled.
Maybe they really don't know what they're doing to people. Maybe they can't understand. Athessa clicks her tongue against her teeth.
"Well, when ya put it like that it just makes it hard to stay livid."
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“Ah ouais?”
He’s not quite enthusiastic about the idea. The fellow is very handsome, seems perfectly nice, and could disappear into the ether any day without so much as a wave goodbye.
But however resigned she sounds, she did offer, so after sticking his nose back into the coffee steam he makes some quiet, less-obnoxious-than-possible kissy noises into his cup.
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"There, now your duty has been fulfilled. On a scale from one to ten, with ten being practically dead, how tired are you?"
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He’s a five at least. But he doesn’t look like it, and the coffee is helping besides.
“What about you?”
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"Hmm...maybe a four," Pause to almost take another sip of coffee, only to lower the mug again and hrm quietly.
"D'you think that kind of bullshit, fucking with our dreams and making us believe fucked up shite...d'you think it's fun for spirits? Or d'ya reckon it's like... in the rules that they can't just fuckin say what they want without a little torture first?"
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That's the exhaustion, there, in the fucking. But it's not aimed at her. His sideways smile is small but affectionate.
"They are simple, aren't they? A single feeling or purpose. Maybe they can't understand how anything else feels to us."
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Maybe they really don't know what they're doing to people. Maybe they can't understand. Athessa clicks her tongue against her teeth.
"Well, when ya put it like that it just makes it hard to stay livid."