WHO: Ellie, Abby WHAT: Ellie and Abby finally cross paths. WHEN: Somewhere in between the world falling apart. WHERE: Some corner of Kirkwall's Lowtown. NOTES: VIOLENCE, probs some references to other violence/torture/death. It's on sight with them.
Getting stared at kickstarts that clench in Abby's chest all over again; it's the flint, in her gaze. The gun gives a tremble in her hand but she stows it, easy, and slow, back into its holster.
Room. Like she can shove Abby away into a limited space and slam the door shut on her, maybe get her fingers caught in the process. Abby wants to snort in response. She wants to roll her eyes and say something withering like wow, am I supposed to thank you for that, but instead she opens her mouth and says:
The question freezes something in her, something horrible in the pit of her stomach that turns and rips things open. Ellie feels sick, has to make herself take a breath.
All of this, and Abby never even knew her fucking name.
Ellie wants to ask why the fuck it matters to her now, wants to break something. Instead the blood drips down her face, and she spits it out, onto the dirt between them, staring her down because if she lets this show that it fucks with her, she's not sure she'll make it back to the mage tower.
Odd, but now that she's said it out loud, the sound tickles something in Abby's brain. She knew that already, she's heard it before. Shouted in a moment of desperation, she thinks, or something along those lines; lost it, in a swath of freezing anger. Abby stares at her for a moment, trying to place it, then gives up.
"Okay."
Her next question hovers on her tongue for a long time before she dares to ask it, but– well, she's still clinging to hope, perhaps foolishly.
Ellie rests her hands on her hips, lets the question roll over her, and rocks back, looking at the ground. She knows what Abby's asking, and why. But it still aches.
God, she needs to get out of here. To be anywhere else, to not be pinned down by those fucking eyes.
"Yeah."
A muscle works in her jaw. She doesn't want to help her. But somehow, for once, it isn't fucking about her. Or even them. She wishes she knew, really, if he made it.
She's glad Ellie averted her gaze before she answered. Means she misses the way Abby's expression crumples into something hurt and anxious, her head lifting as she turns it to look away from her completely. It shouldn't be a surprise, she knows that Lev isn't here. If he was, she would have found him already. She's been asking around, discretely. No leads.
Hearing it again, but from her, makes it worse. Makes it real.
"'Kay." She's chewing the inside of her cheek, and can't quite muster herself to say thank you. If she could, Ellie probably wouldn't want to hear it from her anyway.
It's time to go. Abby's got everything she wants out of her. The rest she can find out by digging around, especially now that she has a name. She exhales lowly, and turns on her heel without a word to leave. Time to find a place, and patch herself up.
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Room. Like she can shove Abby away into a limited space and slam the door shut on her, maybe get her fingers caught in the process. Abby wants to snort in response. She wants to roll her eyes and say something withering like wow, am I supposed to thank you for that, but instead she opens her mouth and says:
"... What's your name?"
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All of this, and Abby never even knew her fucking name.
Ellie wants to ask why the fuck it matters to her now, wants to break something. Instead the blood drips down her face, and she spits it out, onto the dirt between them, staring her down because if she lets this show that it fucks with her, she's not sure she'll make it back to the mage tower.
"Ellie."
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Odd, but now that she's said it out loud, the sound tickles something in Abby's brain. She knew that already, she's heard it before. Shouted in a moment of desperation, she thinks, or something along those lines; lost it, in a swath of freezing anger. Abby stares at her for a moment, trying to place it, then gives up.
"Okay."
Her next question hovers on her tongue for a long time before she dares to ask it, but– well, she's still clinging to hope, perhaps foolishly.
"Are we the only two here?"
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God, she needs to get out of here. To be anywhere else, to not be pinned down by those fucking eyes.
"Yeah."
A muscle works in her jaw. She doesn't want to help her. But somehow, for once, it isn't fucking about her. Or even them. She wishes she knew, really, if he made it.
"If I see the kid, I'll point him your way."
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Hearing it again, but from her, makes it worse. Makes it real.
"'Kay." She's chewing the inside of her cheek, and can't quite muster herself to say thank you. If she could, Ellie probably wouldn't want to hear it from her anyway.
It's time to go. Abby's got everything she wants out of her. The rest she can find out by digging around, especially now that she has a name. She exhales lowly, and turns on her heel without a word to leave. Time to find a place, and patch herself up.