open + closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Loxley, Marcus Rowntree, Florent Vascarelle
WHAT: Various activities!
WHEN: Throughout Guardian and Drakonis
WHERE: All around. Training spaces, griffon eyrie, late night kitchen, Kirkwall streets, and so on.
NOTES: Open prompts for all four in comment headers below, also a place for me to just stash some closed stuff. If you want to RP with me any which way, hit me up here or in plork.

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[luaithre]

Hm,

[ is a decline. No thank you. But, ]

What did you dream?

[ Here, again, the 'you' sort of stands in for both of them. Difficult to convey over a crystal, but they've had some practices, managing the syntaxial and grammatical oddness of their configuration. ]

[overharrowed]

[If he's being perfectly honest, he'd rather talk about the boring meetings. Still:]

I rotate between a few similar ones, mostly. Darkspawn-heavy tonight.

[He may or may not leave it there, but there is certainly a pause.]

[ipseite]

I dreamed of my family, a little.

( that she says it in much the same tone as julius uses for darkspawn, )

[luaithre]

[ They could speak of anything else. There is a vast spectrum of conversational topics between work meetings and the deepest of fears conjured by a sleeping mind, when it's at its most vulnerable. But also—

It's been months and months of this. This is the thread he wishes to pick at.

Rather than immediately jump into sharing, he asks, ]

A thing that happened or something else?

[overharrowed]

[He glances at Petrana, but he does answer:]

More or less as it happened. I suspect ... well, it's only a theory. But I suspect that spirits know I've been trained to be on guard against fantasies trying to exploit me, and think I'm more inclined to be vulnerable to memory than something built from whole cloth.

[Thedosian mage inside baseball, maybe, but if not for this audience then who?]

[ipseite]

( it makes sense— clever, a clever approach to deal with a mage. a mage like julius, especially, watchful as he is. ascetic, almost, in his strange way; she hadn't seen it at first, when she knew him first, splitting grievances and bottles of wine.

he is cautious of pleasure for someone so generous with it. )

I am fresher to it, perhaps. Mine was not a memory.