WHO: Ellis + OTA WHAT: Homecoming WHEN: Guardian WHERE: Kirkwall NOTES: Thread collection. Closed and open starters in the comments. Holler if you want something bespoke or drop in a wildcard, I'll roll with it.
Ellis knows the shape of it. (There were mages in the Grey Wardens. Ellis remembers them.) And he knows what Thedas prefers of it's mages, just as he knows families can be fashioned from people with no relation to each other but their place in the world and hard-forged trust.
He doesn't ask.
"Back," Ellis answers, slow over the words. Is he? He is here, but—
Not something to dwell on, not here.
"You?"
A fair question, Ellis thinks. He'd left for near six months, but there are some who leave for years.
It's not exactly a smile, but some flex of humor shifts Ellis' expression.
He does not mirror her, though it would take very little to call attention to the heavy rope of scarring at his throat, or even the ugly split and mottled stretches of scars climbing up from his hip. He doesn't lift his hand with it's bent fingers. None of it needs highlighting, nor does it quite fit against what that discoloration suggests.
"I'll remember that," he tells her instead. "Do you intend to stay?"
It's subtle — he's subtle — but she decides, precisely in that moment, that she likes it. Him. Something in her shoulders that wasn't even perceptibly tense relaxes when he nearly smiles, when she's allowed to make light of this ugliness without some heavy sympathy falling down between them, a chasm.
It's still heavy. But it's lighter, when she's allowed to make it so.
“With Scouting,” she says, and: “as long as it suits.” Ruminatively: “I wouldn't have been parted from Marcus, or any we were with. I don't mean to part from him now it's for me to choose.”
Tsenka isn't saying this to be instructive. She perhaps isn't even saying this for Ellis' benefit. He doesn't doubt that he is in some ways incidental here, a stranger sharing a bath at an absurd hour of the day.
But those words catch at him. I don't mean to part from him now it's for me to choose.
"The Scoutmaster is a fair woman," Ellis tells her. "And she knows what she's doing. She'll do right by you."
Whatever Ellis' word is worth. Less than Marcus', he assumes.
If it doesn't seem to land with significance, it has less to do with doubting him — or doubting him in particular — than with Tsenka's willingness to believe that certainly, one woman might be fair, and within her power do right as she sees it, and be with great ease ground up beneath the weight of a hundred more.
So far, she likes the people she's met in Riftwatch well enough. Whether they're all pulling in the same direction, and how she feels about that direction—
Ah, she doesn't say, but whose right?
She says, “Haven't seen anything to the contrary,” easy, leaning back with an elbow bent on the side of the tub. “Do you? Intend to stay?”
Tsenka says it lightly, the kind of throwaway thing one trades with an acquaintance in a tub perhaps without any expectation of deep answers. Ellis should have a response at his fingertips.
Instead, he leans back, arms stretching along the edge of the tub as his head tips briefly back. Thinking. (It is hard to summon Yes.)
"For a time," is a half-measure. A stop on the way to some fuller confirmation that Ellis isn't ready to say yet. "I've business with the Scoutmaster, as it happens. And the Commander."
And there are people he needs to see. People he has missed.
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Ellis knows the shape of it. (There were mages in the Grey Wardens. Ellis remembers them.) And he knows what Thedas prefers of it's mages, just as he knows families can be fashioned from people with no relation to each other but their place in the world and hard-forged trust.
He doesn't ask.
"Back," Ellis answers, slow over the words. Is he? He is here, but—
Not something to dwell on, not here.
"You?"
A fair question, Ellis thinks. He'd left for near six months, but there are some who leave for years.
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A tilted smile: “I'm hard to be rid of, me.”
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He does not mirror her, though it would take very little to call attention to the heavy rope of scarring at his throat, or even the ugly split and mottled stretches of scars climbing up from his hip. He doesn't lift his hand with it's bent fingers. None of it needs highlighting, nor does it quite fit against what that discoloration suggests.
"I'll remember that," he tells her instead. "Do you intend to stay?"
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It's still heavy. But it's lighter, when she's allowed to make it so.
“With Scouting,” she says, and: “as long as it suits.” Ruminatively: “I wouldn't have been parted from Marcus, or any we were with. I don't mean to part from him now it's for me to choose.”
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Tsenka isn't saying this to be instructive. She perhaps isn't even saying this for Ellis' benefit. He doesn't doubt that he is in some ways incidental here, a stranger sharing a bath at an absurd hour of the day.
But those words catch at him. I don't mean to part from him now it's for me to choose.
"The Scoutmaster is a fair woman," Ellis tells her. "And she knows what she's doing. She'll do right by you."
Whatever Ellis' word is worth. Less than Marcus', he assumes.
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So far, she likes the people she's met in Riftwatch well enough. Whether they're all pulling in the same direction, and how she feels about that direction—
Ah, she doesn't say, but whose right?
She says, “Haven't seen anything to the contrary,” easy, leaning back with an elbow bent on the side of the tub. “Do you? Intend to stay?”
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Tsenka says it lightly, the kind of throwaway thing one trades with an acquaintance in a tub perhaps without any expectation of deep answers. Ellis should have a response at his fingertips.
Instead, he leans back, arms stretching along the edge of the tub as his head tips briefly back. Thinking. (It is hard to summon Yes.)
"For a time," is a half-measure. A stop on the way to some fuller confirmation that Ellis isn't ready to say yet. "I've business with the Scoutmaster, as it happens. And the Commander."
And there are people he needs to see. People he has missed.