SS Pathstone Mingle

[heresyandlace]

Who: Crew and visitors of the SS Passive Aggressive Pathstone
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Aboard the ship
When: All February!

[with how good everyone on this ship is at settling differences, getting along, acting rationally, and sharing their things, this month will go by without any ripples.

the audience will be so bored. there isn't ever any drama on this ship. at all. it's great.]

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[dirth]

[ Instinct guides him more than anything else, allowing Solas to take Jove's hand in his own, to allow himself that simple comfort. He wonders what thoughts rush through her mind, what she thinks when she gazes down upon the paper - a simple drawing that means more to him than words can express but, at the same time, has layers of secrecy that she cannot begin to unravel. Not yet, not when she is so far from the truth, when it is hidden from her like a blindfold upon her eyes and magic within her mind.

He can only hope that it will continue to be so, that he might live in this quiet, impossible world for a few days more. He had done so when he was part of the Inquisition, stayed at Arhen's side as a friend and ally, manipulating all he could until there was nothing but isolation left. Now he has Jove, and Cole, and he feels something burn inside of him.

Lethallin, she calls him, and somehow it feels wrong in a way he cannot voice. ]

As you wish. Lead the way.

[dawnwillcome]

[Leading him gently by the hand, she takes him to her room. It hasn't changed much since he last saw it, the same plants and his own murals on the walls, but true to her word there's an entire space that's blank.

Maybe it's just a coincidence, or maybe she left it uncovered by vines or other decorations on purpose, waiting for him to come back and fill the blank space for her. If pressed she wouldn't give a clear answer, but either way it was empty and she's about to fix that.

She releases his hand once the door is closed behind them, moves to her workspace to pluck a few pieces of adhesive usually used to keep plants growing straight. It's only a few seconds of work, but when she steps back from the wall his picture is secured there, and when Jove turns back to Solas it's with a pleased smile.]

There, you see? It's going to look perfect there. This can serve as a placeholder until we get the paints you'll need.

[dirth]

[ It's far too easy to follow her, just as it had been to follow Arhen when his time had been spent with him - it was as if he had never been apart from her, as though he had never been absent from the Fleet and he had simply been at rest, awaiting her to come and nudge him back to her side. It was strange, certainly, and he was still urging himself to become used to it once more - two years makes a rather large difference to anyone, after all, and for Solas...

Perhaps it's best not to dwell.

A part of him wonders about propriety and what others might believe once the door is shut behind them, but Solas finds that he does not particularly care. There is a part of him that thinks he should, that he should fight back against the idea of being alone with someone that isn't his... But this is Jove, and he is simply Solas. Few would think such negative things of him, and he is sure of that, no matter how wrong they are. ]

I see.

[ He steps forward, ignoring her bed and shifting to look at where the picture is placed. ]

I imagine it will look rather handsome.

[dawnwillcome]

[It would be best for Solas to put thoughts of propriety and decency out of his mind as quickly as he can because from the very beginning, Jove had used over the top sexual innuendo and as many jokes as possible to diffuse tension with the humans in Haven. Tell Blackwall she liked the idea of him on his knees to keep him from thinking too hard about following an elven woman's orders, make Cullen stammer and blush to end a conversation, tell Dorian he was painfully attractive to keep his spirits high, she had been shameless and hadn't cared at all what passersby might think of her.

Solas himself hadn't even been safe, but unlike the humans he could give as well as he got.

Even now, in the fleet, she flirts more than she should with people she holds dear and commonly shares the captain's nest with Tek and Crowley. There's never been any room in her life for propriety and Solas alone with her in her room isn't something Jove considers provocative in any way. She's brought him here to show him how much she'd like to see his work, there's nothing inappropriate about that.]

I won't put you to work right away, but I won't lie and say I'm not eager to see it finished.

[dirth]

[ There are some things he cannot ignore, just as there are things he cannot atone for, and even as he walks alongside Jove, even as he stands beside her... He knows that there is no escape from it all, that there is no means for him to ever entirely clear his head. He does not want to, truly, for he knows his sins are a punishing reminder, but he can say nothing and do nothing of it for now - he is trapped, as he once was, and all his plans and thoughts have been paused in order for his life to continue here.

It's almost as though it is a gift he does not deserve, and Solas feels strange and out of place thinking of it. Discomfort makes him shift, awkwardly, but even so he manages to keep himself together. He has no other choice.

Walking through, he stops and gazes at the wall for a long, drawn out moment before he huffs out a short laugh. ]

Has my time in the Inquisition made you feel that I am afraid of hard work, Jove?

[ It's a gentle tease, and he turns his head back to look at her, gentle and fond. ]

[dawnwillcome]

[Her heart eases when he looks back at her, when he laughs and when he looks like finally some of the sorrow that's been hanging over him is starting to fade away. She smiles back at him, taking a seat on the bed with a carefree shrug of her shoulders.]

You did spend a lot of your time researching things that had nothing to do with our mission, if I recall correctly. Did you ever discover what the shards found by the oculara were for?

[dirth]

[ Not all of the sorrow will ever disappear, of course, and there is no way that Solas will ever be entirely healed, but around Jove he softens, relaxes, calms. He becomes a more gentle creature and the entire world could see it if only they knew him better, understood him more. She is one of the few granted the chance and he would be loathe to allow many others to see through his walls.

For now, he nods. ]

They opened a door of a temple called Solasan. Each had a spirit guardian and seemed to grant magical boons to those that collected many of the shards throughout Thedas.