[Open Moons Mingle Log]

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Abeo, Accendo, Adsum
When: 2/3-2/7

[WELCOME TO THE MOONS ENJOY YOUR STAY DON'T GET ARRESTED.]

Comments

[noherald]

[He reaches up to cover the hand on his shoulder with his own, just briefly, before he lets go. He has no idea what, exactly, is going through Dorian's mind, but as much as he'd like to encourage him to stay and talk... too much at once won't do either of them any good.]

Take care of yourself, won't you? Not that I expect any less. You'll look just as good next time, I'm sure.

[That feels more like normal, and it brings a fond smile to his face, one that's tinged with a hint of sadness. Dorian hardly seems different; it's strange to think that this isn't his Dorian at all.

Arhen steps back, about to turn to leave, but it's too difficult to go without saying something else. Dorian never mentioned that he understood what Arhen called him, at first, and so he has yet to realize that his words will actually be understood.]

Ma serannas, ma vhenan.

['Thank you, my heart.' For the explanation, for his time. For being able to see him here, even if he's not the same one. Only then does he turn away and slip off.]

[serpentis]

[Dorian watches him slip away, the elf quickly disappearing from view, as if vanishing. That was how they were, ephemeral, almost like spirits, the Dalish.

He wonders, perhaps, if this will be the only time he sees him. Ma vhenan, it resonates through him, and he can still feel him on his fingertips. Arhen.

He can't tell if he thinks his name, or if he whispers it, a name that somehow he knows he will not forget. And those words, ma vhenan, they weigh on him like an anchor on his heart.

Arhen cares for him, at least. Dorian dares not hope for love, that is too much to ask of anyone. But he can hope that maybe there is something there. That perhaps, in some world, he isn't alone.

It's terrible, knowing that somewhere, he might be happy.]

Amatus.

[He almost hisses it, the word coming to his lips and then leaving him, going into the chilly night air.

He stands there, feeling too numb for any other reaction, and he finally turns, pulling out his communicator.]