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driftfleet2016-01-20 06:30 pm
dirth) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-20 06:30 pm
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Who: Solas and everyone!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: On board the Marsiva, should you want!
When: 20th onwards
[ This time, when Solas wakes up, he doesn't fall out of the bed. (There are small mercies.) Instead, he stands, a little unsteady on his feet, but rising to appear taller and a little stronger than the last time he was present on the fleet. His clothes, too, are different, and he looks a little more... Regal than he had been. He's certainly less on edge than his first arrival, shifting to realign the video feed so he can tilt his head, almost smiling. ]
The Marsiva, I imagine.
[ He doesn't want to ask if anyone he remembers is around - a part of him is afraid of the answer. It could be that they've gone and relived things just as he has, and if that's the case... Perhaps it would be better not to spend too long searching for them. If they wanted to speak to him they would find him; it's never stopped them in the past.
Still. ]
I should welcome myself back. [ A pause, then - ] I am Solas, for those that don't recognise me.
[ What else can he say? He turns his head, gaze set for a moment, before he simply fights a sigh and turns the feed off. ]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: On board the Marsiva, should you want!
When: 20th onwards
[ This time, when Solas wakes up, he doesn't fall out of the bed. (There are small mercies.) Instead, he stands, a little unsteady on his feet, but rising to appear taller and a little stronger than the last time he was present on the fleet. His clothes, too, are different, and he looks a little more... Regal than he had been. He's certainly less on edge than his first arrival, shifting to realign the video feed so he can tilt his head, almost smiling. ]
The Marsiva, I imagine.
[ He doesn't want to ask if anyone he remembers is around - a part of him is afraid of the answer. It could be that they've gone and relived things just as he has, and if that's the case... Perhaps it would be better not to spend too long searching for them. If they wanted to speak to him they would find him; it's never stopped them in the past.
Still. ]
I should welcome myself back. [ A pause, then - ] I am Solas, for those that don't recognise me.
[ What else can he say? He turns his head, gaze set for a moment, before he simply fights a sigh and turns the feed off. ]
no subject
[ Solas is careful as he watches Cole. This was not done by choice, which infuriates him all the more - an abuse of power, if nothing else, the kind that makes him bristle and burn with anger and passion deep inside of him. He has to breathe to calm himself down, press all of it into the depths of his body, turn off all the emotion before he goes too far. ]
And how are you now? Do you need anything?
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Cullen left. Elize cries, Jove doesn't, but the tears are there, inside.
no subject
I hope I can offer her company that will ease her burdens.
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Elize called him Daddy. She always thought that she could find her way to them in their world. I didn't tell her that I wouldn't be there. It would be another Cole. I think he'd be kind to her.