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driftfleet2015-04-07 07:56 pm
twocomplex) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-07 07:56 pm
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Waystation Mingle Log!
Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.
[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.
Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.
[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.
Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]
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He has come seeking Dorian to be certain he was safe and unharmed after the attacks. He did not expect to walk right slap bang into a Tevinter street. He freezes, like a deer in headlights, whole body tense as his eyes flicker around the horribly familiar surroundings. The last time he was in Quarinus he was quite literally in chains.
He remembers the weight of the collar Danarius made him wear, the chain attached to it held loosely by his former master as Fenris followed along placidly behind. There was no fight, no life in him, then. Like every single other slave, the thought of breaking free hadn't so much as entered his mind. He and all the others were just lifeless beings, waiting for their master's orders.
He glances at a lantern, remembers a dry comment Danarius made about how in Minrathos they were brighter. He can hear his voice as if it were only yesterday, not over a decade ago. He feels his stomach churn.
He always thought he could go with Dorian, in some fantasy idea that should they get out of this mess together, to fix Tevinter. To go pull out the bad and nurture the good. As he looks around him now, he's not so sure if he can. He wants to run, to put as much distance between himself and his vision of his own version of Hell as he can. There's nothing to be salvaged in this place. Nothing good in it.
...Well. Not quite nothing.
His shoulders droop and he lets out a haggard sigh. Then he crosses the cobblestones, trying to shut out how they feel under his bare feet, trying to block out most of what's around him. He eventually gets to Dorian and cautiously puts a hand on his shoulder. He feels he can truly understand but at the same time be completely distanced from what the other man is feeling right now.
He doesn't especially welcome it, but he offers comfort all the same. ]
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He sighs softly, covering the hand at his shoulder. This emotions feel like his skin rubbed raw, all nerve endings and every small breeze, every moment the waves break against the docks in the distance, in a small ache in his heart.
For a while, he doesn't say much, he sits there, in the dark, and then the lanterns light up, light dancing down the street, lanterns catching fire for the entire stretch of street that they can see.
And then they extinguish, like exhaling.]
...it has been many years.
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Thirteen years, for me. Fourteen, if you count the time away from Thedas, as well.
[There's another span of silence, before he squeezes Dorian's shoulder gently. ]
I'm sorry. I know you miss it.
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It occurs to me that I don't even know how old you are.
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I don't even know how old I am.
[You know what sucks when you're an amnesiac who doesn't know your own age? Coming from a race that literally doesn't age until they're in their 80s. That is completely and utterly unhelpful in gauging this sort of thing. Still...]
At an educated guess. Somewhere between thirty five and thirty seven? Maybe.
they've totally been chattering in tevene the whole time we're just lazy
[He shakes his head, chuckling softly. Of course, Fenris would have to be so much older than him, wouldn't he? It only made sense.]
And you don't look a day over twenty two. Is that an elf thing? I think that's an elf thing.
[He is chattering, anything to distract from how raw and real it is to be sitting on the side of the street in Quarinus. He rarely talked about his privileged past, not with Fenris, knowing that the elf had it much worse than he did.
There is no place to talk about suffering when the lines of that are etched into Fenris's skin. ]
they totally have we are bums
[He'll mistake the nervous laughing for something else. Honestly, their age difference never bothered him. But he had assumed Dorian had a good idea of it. Clearly not. ]
I- does it bother you?
"does your mother know" plays gently in the background
[He has, after all, often found himself drawn to older men, but Fenris didn't need to know that part, exactly. His other lovers, some whose names he had forgotten by now, were inconsequential to the larger picture of things.
He pats the sidewalk.]
Here, sit down here with me and we can talk about more things that don't matter. Did you know that when I was a boy, I collected duck figurines? Things like that.
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[He might be teasing, a little. Still, he'll sit down beside him, still not especially enjoying the feel of the cobblestones, but trying not to pass comment on it. ]
Why ducks?
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When I was younger, I had a nanny. Elf woman, barely 20 years older than me. Her name was Berille.
My father, you see, the slaves he kept were treated well. He even paid them an allowance. They had rest days. I thought it was like that in most houses but...I know now that I was wrong.
[He glanced over to Fenris, guilt on his face, and then he looked back across the street.]
Berille used to call me her little duckling. When I was a child, I'd follow her everywhere. She bought me a little wooden duck, with wheels, to tug around behind me. I was...I must have been not even five at the time. I treasured that, I kept it in my room until I left the manor.
[And he chuckled softly.]
We would parade around the manor, Berille, myself holding onto her skirts, and a little wooden duck rolling along behind us.
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But he can't. Dorian speaks of her as he sees her, a nanny who loved him, and how he loved in return. Fenris sees her for what he has seen of all slaves in the Imperium. Certainly, she likely did love her family, but too often he has seen words of affection turns and twisted to keep the fires of rebellion down.
Be good and you will be safe. Love your masters and you can have an easy life. Do as you're told and you will want for nothing. Run away and die.
He doesn't doubt the Pavus estate took care of their slaves, but Dorian is missing the one, very important point. They could be given allowances, and rest days, they could never get beaten. But they were still property. They weren't free, they could never leave. You can guild a cage as much as you like, but it still remains a cage.
He keeps his gaze down the streets, shoulder's hunched. When Dorian finishes, he lets out a soft 'hn' noise in response. ]
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Be poised. Show no weakness. Every word must be carefully weighed and considered.
He regrets the words, and regrets himself being so honest and open. Slavery was a subject he danced around with Fenris at times, but he should have known better. He thought, perhaps foolishly, that it would be different.]
Forgive me, I shouldn't have mentioned it.
[His own voice sounds a bit less like the carefully composed purr it usually is, or the biting sarcasm. It's stilted, awkward.]
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Not mentioning it wouldn't make it any less so.
[He knows Dorian's trying. That he's trying to switch a worldview he's had since birth into something completely different. He understands this will take time. Still, this conversation, in this place. It bites at the back of his mind, and he hates it. His shoulders hunch, his eyes cast downwards. ]
You still don't understand.
[It's not said angrily. Just...tiredly. He stands in a fluid motion, he feels like the streets are closing in on him, and he needs some breathing space. He can't talk about this. Not with those stars above his head, or those blighted lanterns flickering in the dark around them. ]
I need to get out of here. [Before he says something he'll probably end up regretting. He is ever so good at speaking before thinking after all. ] I will see you later.
[He'll just make his loping way off towards the exit. ]