party on the pathstone

[dawnwillcome]

Who: Pathstone crew + ANYONE EVER WOW
Broadcast: nah bro
Action: YAH BRO
When: whenever bro

[Is the Pathstone more capable with a captain missing and another one replace with someone who does their job? How many people can fit into a captain's nest? Why is there a captain's nest? Has Solas painted the entire interior of the ship yet? Has Cole talked to each and every plant? Has Duke discovered that his ship has been previously worthless since basically the beginning of time? Will Crowley ever try to get his captain status back?

Tune in now for the answers to these questions and more in this episode of As The Pathstone Turns!]

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[dirth]

[ His eyebrows raise, then, his head turning to look at her all over again, a tilt of his head before he shakes it, letting his eyes dance away again, smothering the laughter he feels bubbling inside of him.

How ridiculous she is, this charming young woman. ]

Now you are teasing me, Jove.

[ It looks nothing like that, he's sure. ]

[dawnwillcome]

Maybe a little.

[Maybe more than a little, but it's only for the chance to see the lightness that comes over him when he lets himself relax with her. There's obviously something that's happened between her jumping through the Eluvian in Mythal's temple to end up back in Skyhold and whatever time Solas is from that has him on edge, so any chances she can create to soothe that, she will.

But she's a little more serious as she looks over his murals again, a soft smile on her lips. His paintings really are beautiful, and it would be a shame for the art of them to end with him. Maybe...]

Could you teach me to paint like this? If it isn't too presumptuous to ask.

[dirth]

Ah, just a little. Of course.

[ He smiles at her, and that is his gift to her for now. His tenderness towards Jove is founded upon the closeness they shared here, an understanding that they have walked a path together that he does not remember but she does, that she knows him better than he knows her. He has made attempts to undo that gap, of course, but there is only so much to be done.

Stepping away from the murals, he blinks, curious and caught as he considers. ]

You want to learn to paint?

[dawnwillcome]

Is that such a surprise?

[She reaches up to trace a stripe of dried paint, carefully outlining the shape he's put on the wall.]

I am interested in more than Inquisiting things, hahren.

[dirth]

No, I suppose not. You've always shown a great interest.

[ He watches her, before he moves the brushes over and steps to a clear part of the wall. ]

This way, then.

[dawnwillcome]

[She follows with no reluctance, of course. Once she joins him at his side again, she picks up one of the brushes and turns it over between her fingers. She knows already that it's not going to take very long for her to realize Solas' skill is a thing that has come from years of practice and that she'll look like a fumbling child with her attempts to copy him, but all the same she wants to try.

For once, she's not thinking of the Dalish and how to pass this skill on to them in time. There will be no painting lessons if she ever returns to her clan. Right now, she just wants to learn from Solas, to have another thing that connects them.]

You don't mind teaching me? I've already asked for a lot of that.

[dirth]

Would I have agreed if it was an issue?

[ He nods towards the wall, tilting his head as he gazes. It doesn't take him long to lift his charcoal, to begin to sketch a simple design, up and over the blank space, drawing shapes and watching as they come together, slow and sure. Under his fingertips a wolf is born, sure and steady, and he marks in all it's features - eyes, jaw, snout and nostrils, coming together to show off the creature.

She won't understand the symbolism, but...

Dropping his charcoal, he brushes his hands free of the soot before he turns back. ]

Begin with the largest part - the body.

[dawnwillcome]

[She has caught on to the fact that he paints wolves at any given opportunity, but reasons why aren't exactly something Jove has considered. He likes wolves, she assumes. He wears a wolf's jawbone around his neck constantly, so the idea that he would paint them when given the chance doesn't seem entirely out of the ordinary. It would be like Leliana painting nugs or Sera painting a very large butt.

Once he's done, Jove smiles softly.]

It's a good thing I made sure you had a lot of wolf colors.

[dirth]

[ He will never admit why he is so fond of wolves, but it is obvious that he feels a kinship to them. Cole had noticed it, once upon a time, and now he paints them because he has the freedom to do it without hesitation and concern. He simply paints, allows himself to work through his art rather than dwelling on all the things he wishes he couldn't change. It's a difficult task, surely, but he does what he can.

His eyes dance over to her and he smiles, bowing his head. ]

They are what I am most practised at.