driftfleet | Sweet dreams are made of these...

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[The wolf watches, somewhat protectively, but allows Robin to go near. Some of the dolls, he may recognise from the Fleet. Who does he want to pick up?

A: The dwarf with the crossbow
B: The pirate woman
C: The red headed archer
D: The buff warrior woman
E: The elf with tattoos on her face
F: The robed woman with black hair
G: The robed man who is missing his head
H: The doll with interchangeable faces

[he was going to go for the doll without its head, but... something about the one with interchanging faces strikes his interest much more, at the last second. so he changes his mind, picks that one up instead.]

[There are three difference faces for this doll, which can by turned with a spin of the finger. One is a man with dark hair and a bush beard, eyes hard and angry. Another is a woman, dark hair, blue eyes, a playful smile on her face. The third, Robin may recognise as the Hawke who was on the Fleet. Will he choose to linger on one face in particular? ]

[...huh.

as much as he liked the Hawke he knew, he slowly turns it back again after only a second of thought. now that he knows what this is, he'd like to know about the woman instead.]

[The scene changes, and he is in a room with round, glowing pads. It's very high tech, but not in the tacky way the Fleet is. It's streamlined, perfect, functioning. People mill around this huge room. Some hug, say goodbye, step onto the pads and vanish.

Some linger, making the choice to stay. Some go with people who look so different from themselves, they can't be from the same world. Choosing another to live in other than their own. Either way, it's impossible not to sense the feeling of accomplishment, of closing books. The story here is done, and now it is time to move onto other ones.

The woman Hawke, the one he met here. The one who taught him that their world can have so many different facets is standing before him, they, too, are saying their goodbyes. They're from the same world, but at the same time they are not. ]

"You have proven yourself a worthy person", you exhale, it needs to be said, now or never. "I am proud to have been able to call you my friend."

"So am I. I always have been," she smiles, but she's sad, you know she is. "Fenris..."

You pause, unsure of how to comfort her. The Fenris she knows is still you, but isn't you. She has a life with him...you that you do not have with your own Hawke.

"It will not be the same without you. I hope the Fenris you have in your own world understand the luck he has".

"I don't think you understand," she says, then steps forward to kiss you.

You hesitate for a moment. Of course you care for her, you have for the Hawke you know too. But the one back home is not for you. You never had a chance, and assumed it all lost. You also know she's pining for her own Fenris, the one she will soon travel back to be in the arms of.

Still...for this brief, impossible moment, you're going to allow yourself this little piece of happiness. What does it matter? Neither of you will remember this when you return to your respective versions of Thedas. And so, you kiss her back.

When you part, she laughs softly, licks her lips.

"What a goodbye."

Why did you not do this until now? You'd been a fool. You huff out a sigh, with a touch of amusement to it. It's just...sad, is all. Wasted time once again.

"If I did not know better, I would say it would be a goodbye I would never forget."

[Things being as they are, it turns out he WOULDN'T forget it. The scene shifts back into the room, and the wolf watches Robin with sad eyes. He lets out a soft whine. ]

[those words aren't his, but it doesn't seem to matter much. he doesn't look back at the wolf to see its sad eyes, because he's got his hand pressed over his own mouth where he feels like he kissed her. tears run over his fingers, drip unnoticed on the floor. he doesn't let go of the doll.

it just--jostled something, that's all. it's just one more thing that isn't fair.]

[The wolf gets up from his bed, padding over. He gives Robin a disdainful look, before carefully taking the doll from his hand, moving to put it back into place. He gives a soft huff sound, then hops back onto his bed, chewing away. ]

[he watches. having the thing taken away from him is somewhat sobering; he finally wipes up his face with the back of his sleeve, swearing a little.]

Yeah, I know. It's just not fair, is all.

[reminds him of something he fears very deeply, is all. that could happen to anyone. but he pulls himself together with surprising quickness, starting to focus on the other parts of the room.

the dolls are suddenly not interesting, because the rest don't matter to him after that. he wanders towards the ominously glowing bottle of liquid next, but mostly just because it sticks out. he's not sure he wants to touch it.]

[The wolf sits up as he gets near, whining, scared. The bottle itself glows even more as Robin nears it, a blue iridescent mist rising from it. After a few more seconds, it begins to sing, a soft, melodious humming sound, inviting. ]

[well. that seems like a trap.

he thinks about it. he really does. but in the end, even though he reaches his hand out for it... he doesn't commit. he thinks he knows what it is anyway.

something else, maybe. everything else looks obvious, but not quite right. he avoids them all for one reason or another. eventually, he circles back to where he started, with the broadsword being the only thing left that he hasn't really put much thought into.

...it's kind of familiar, though. Vincent used to use one a lot like it.

if nothing terrible happens when he gets near it, he'll reach for it.]

[The room spins and changes and he's stuck in a memory. This one is a little different. He's in a dark, stone-walled room. He's chained to the floor. There is pain. Dull and creeping, like ice trickling through his veins. Everything else is...fuzzy. The edges of the room blur. Voices can be heard, but they seem distant and muffled, even if the shapes of the bodies they are coming from are nearby, in amongst the blurs. ]

"----surprised he's still standing. Can't even---"

[A deeper mumble. Different.]

"----gives me the spooks. Like a blighted animal, he bit---"

"---supposed to be the point, I think----"

[Another voice cuts in. This one is clear as a bell, and everything sharpens a touch in response to hearing it. Absolute obedience. Your master's voice. ]

"Have we quite finished? We have to continue."

[They mumble assent, and his face appears in front of yours for a moment. There's no concern there, he gives a smirk, possessive and proud and with just an undercurrent of lust. If you don't die tonight, you'll be expected in his bedchamber. He'll want to use you tonight.

The thought doesn't come with any fear or disgust, just a dull-minded acknowledgement. It's what's expected of you. You don't think much of anything after that though, because the process continues and suddenly all you can feel is AGONY. It's blinding and tearing and rips into you, mind, body and soul. It's like fire and ice at the same time, grasping to your skin and sinking, like claws, into your veins. There's a deep humming sound, a strange blue glow (the same as the one in the bottle) and you belatedly realise it's your chest. The markings being carved there without pause or mercy.

You scream until you're hoarse. You pass out a couple of times, hoping each time will bring death and peace. It never does, though, and soon your body is jolted out of it in intense agony all over again.

Robin is fortunate he's pulled out now. This would have gone on for hours. Now, though, he's back in the room, and the wolf is pacing agitatedly across the floor, growling. ]

Sweet dreams are made of these...

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