at least the dark don't hide it; OTA

[wythersake]

WHO: Isaac + OTA
WHAT: Dream aftermath
WHEN: First day or so after everyone wakes up
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: Probable vague discussion of torture, will edit as appropriate.

 

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[wythersake]

What manner of spirit are you? Hope, perhaps, or something that thought itself Wisdom. A name to stain its warnings against — useless, the name itself canted for its nature.

He never spoke with Evelyn. He does not believe this was her.

"I'd make a poor Fereldan," A private joke. He hesitates: "Athessa —"

Falters.

[sulahnan]

The raises an eyebrow at him, expectant and wry, but her expression softens to something a touch more sympathetic when her attention settles on his face. She could simply wait, allow him the time to recover from that falter, but she thinks maybe it's better to relieve him of the pressure of silence.

"You look better with a whole face."

[wythersake]

What weighs more: A pound of feathers, a pound of lead?

An older riddle — not so easily answered — that softness stings sharper. Something uncoils in the stir of his hand, fingers stirred loose across the table, palm up. An invitation.

He thinks to say, You look better by day. He thinks, You looked brave. He says,

"You look precisely the same."

[sulahnan]

They weigh the same.

"Not even," she protests, but accepts his invitation. "My hair was shorter."