OPEN - You are broken and callow, cautious and safe

[loversinverted]

WHO: Diabhall and YOU
WHAT: Catch-all - what Diabhall has been up to throughout October. The first layer of the stone mask seems to be eroding....
WHEN: Backdated to span the month of October. What is time, anyway?
WHERE: The Gallows offices and dining hall, a tavern in Kirkwall, and wherever else anyone wants him!
NOTES: Will edit with content warnings as I go - thread starters below. Please let me know if you want something custom for one of your characters!

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[loversinverted]

Diabhall more or less expected that reaction - his expression betrays no trace of irritation...or really, now that he's mentioned it, no trace of anything else, really. He simply shakes his head patiently, his tone adopting his more ordinary arched drone. This is something he knows by rote, something he can explain.

Much easier to explain than what has just happened.

"No, not surgery. It was...I suppose you would call it a ritual. Magic. If it helps for you to think of it in different terms, imagine a sieve. I passed through, and my emotions - save for the finest grains necessary for my being to have substance and self-preservation - were removed."

[armd]

The sieve analogy does help, but it doesn't make it any less fucking weird. Abby finds it vaguely uncomfortable to look at him because she has no way of knowing what he's thinking. He doesn't give himself away with any furrowing of his brow, or minute shifting of his upper lip. His eyes don't crease at the corners. It's strange. He's so still.

"Why did you do that?"

Is it helpful?

[loversinverted]

Her reaction isn't uncommon. Most can't fathom it, the way he lives his life, even back in his own world. Briefly, he bows his head in thought, bright eyes fixing upon an errant weed on the ground between his boots.

"...It was necessary. For me to keep working, for me to make the difference I needed to. I would have died otherwise."

The stillness carries through his speech, even with the nature of the words. How dour they are.

[armd]

"Of what," she jokes, because the thought of there being an actual answer to this is insane to her, "A broken heart?"

How else could emotion possibly kill you... doesn't make any sense.

[loversinverted]

Diabhall looks up, meeting Abby's eyes with his own rosy ones...and he just...stares.

Silent confirmation, the stillness broadcasting the pure depth of the old wound more than any expression ever could.

[armd]

...

"Oh," Abby says, clearly stunned, "Shit."

Well. There you go. What else could she possibly say, save for, "Sorry."

And is it an asshole move to immediately think that at least she literally can't hurt his feelings, or,

[loversinverted]

It's not an asshole move at all, really. He doesn't look hurt, and he shrugs a little at the apology.

"You didn't know. Besides, it is more complicated that only that - where I came from, I was in a pact for my magic. If I had ceased, my soul would have been devoured. I needed to keep going. I couldn't have done that as I was."

He rattles all this off as if it is pure sense, as even and droning as if he were explaining how rain wets the ground.

[armd]

Yeah, it's– fairly unnerving, actually. It makes Abby wonder if she's nuts for thinking it sounds so horrible when, from the tone of his voice, they could be discussing the weather.

"Is that normal?" She can't help being blunt, a side-effect of her confusion, "Where you came here from, I mean. Or is that an extreme situation."

[loversinverted]

The bluntness matters little to Diabhall - of course she is bound to have questions. The questions are...well, they're biting a little more deeply than usual, but no matter. The slight twitch of his eye is an aberration.

"Do you mean what I did, or the terms of the pact? If it's the former...no. I know of no one else who has done what I have done. But the latter - it varies. It depends on the entity one is dealing with."

[armd]

She meant the former, but it is nice to have an extra thread of information. It still doesn't make much sense to Abby; what does it feel like? To have your emotions ripped away?

Well. Presumably like nothing, right.

She huffs, and shakes her head. "Have you felt anything else since you got here? Or was that a... big first for you just now."

What a rotten way to kick all that off again.

[loversinverted]

The question is a fair one - he sets his jaw for a moment, thinking.

"...There have been...anomalies. Moments. But this had magnitude I haven't felt in years. I don't..." Briefly, there is a flutter of wariness, of worry in the steady drone of his voice. He doesn't care for it.

"I don't like what this may mean."