I thought that I've been hurt before.

[quietblade]

WHO: Taas + Open
WHAT: Catch-all for February
WHEN: After his return from the Crow event and the rest of the month.
WHERE: Mostly Skyhold, Herald's Rest
NOTES: CR for new and old characters alike!

Tavern

It was usually early in the evening when Taashath lumbered towards the tavern. He usually had an ale or two, maybe something to eat and chatting with friends and newcomers alike. After the rescue of Zevran in Antiva, however, he was drinking more, eating less and rarely talking to people.

He had lost control, forgotten his name, tried to kill a member of the Inquisition, no matter how loaded the issue of a Ben-Hassrath was. He wasn't safe when his rage took over like that... and the possibility of hurting someone he cared about was eating him up inside.

Was he squandering everything Yshae taught him by trying to be a hero?

It was easier to just drink and forget.

Courtyard

Taas was a common sight in the courtyard, talking with people, maintaining his weapons somewhere in the rare sunlight or even chopping a training dummy to pieces now and then. He had stopped offering to spar with people, however, just smiling and shaking his head each time someone asked for a hand or when he saw someone struggling with their guard.

Instead he spent a lot of time going over breathing techniques and different means of relaxing, loosening himself from all the madness etched into his bones. He was Taashath.

It became like a mantra to him. He could push through this.

Wildcard

Hit me!

Comments

Tavern

[wickedchase]

It's hard not to know what had happened. After all, it's not as if Twisted Fate had been that far away when the fight was happening; he had no investment in sticking around and found himself more concerned with Zevran's well-being. Which, in itself, is... difficult to swallow for him.

But that's another concern for another time.

For now, there is Taas, who obviously has more than enough on his mind.

"Don't suppose you're in need of a distraction, or an ear to listen?" Fate wonders out loud as he sits by the Tal-Vashoth, a drink in his own hand.

[quietblade]

Noticing Fate, he turns so he can read the man's lips and catches the last part of that sentence. It makes him smile a little, even if it's a tired expression and a bit forced. "Distraction are always welcome," the qunari admits, taking a sip of his own drink.

"I have the next round."

[wickedchase]

"What a gentleman." The elf displays a calm smile as he leans forward, folding his hands together.

It's probably not really his place to offer reassurance or insight. Such is the way of things right now with the lot of them, and honestly someone is probably better suited for it. Twisted Fate is an entertainer, a brief moment in the day to help forget sometimes about the weight of other matters.

He knows.

"What'll it be? Stories to be told, or would you prefer if I did a few tricks?"

[quietblade]

"Ah, yes. The most honorable of men, me." He sounds bitter, taking a swig of his ale to wash that away. There was no need to be a dick to someone coming to drink with him.

It wasn't his usual self at all.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he then smiles a little again. "What kind of tricks?"