THE PLANET MINGLE

[princessia]

Who: EVERYONE!
Broadcast: Maybe, if you want?!
Action: The Planet
When: From May 11th until the end of the month

[ Willing to venture away from the casinos and investigate the nearby green planet? Here's your chance, now that it's in range!

THIS IS A MINGLE. GET HERE. ]

[ Make your own prompts, explore the planet, spend a night there, piss it off by taking its plants, whatever! MAY STAR SYSTEM OOC POST for your reference on getting through the orbit, what's on the planet, etc.! ]

Comments

[killedwithlove]

But you often presume to know what they think, or would think.

[Then he winces, a small gasp as he's cut off. he knows Solas can do that, but he doesn't like it, feeling empty and lost.]

Rebellion. Refusal to accept an unacceptable status quo. You have to fight, but you don't have to fight us. Me.

[dirth]

I was young and foolish, made the mistake of a young man who thought he knew best.

[ He finally looks back at Cole, almost apologetic but not quite. ]

Once, in Thedas, I told you that there are some hurts that cannot be healed. This will always be one of them, Cole. I am sorry.

[killedwithlove]

You still do it...

[Cole would've tried to hug Solas. Compassion doesn't think to do so and instead shifts restlessly, mildly distressed at not being able to help.]

I'm sorry. I can't read you. You have to tell me what would make you feel better. Not healed. Just better.

[dirth]

I do.

[ And he will continue to do it, without shame or regret. It is easier, despite what Cole knows, to shut down and lock him out, to keep him away from that particular hurt. ]

Your company is enough, for now.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole still doesn't look content with that answer, but he comes closer to Solas, offering his presence.]

The Fade isn't here. But it is at the same time. I like that. Can you hear it too?

[dirth]

[ And Solas takes it, relaxing a little as the spirit moves closer. ]

I can. It is distant, like bird call across the way, but it is there. I miss it.

[killedwithlove]

Come closer. Let me help.

[Cole can do this, but for Compassion, it's far easier. he comes close and tries to slip into the fine mesh of compassion and empathy and healing that he knows is in Solas, pushing it outwards to try and let it run the other way. To let Solas feel the magic and Fade through him.]

[dirth]

[ And, for once, Solas allows it. He basks, almost, in the feel of the Fade, in the strength of it, the grip he has through Compassion, and his eyes slip closed. He feels warmed from it and it settles in his chest, lighter than anything else. ]

Cole...

[killedwithlove]

[Cole stays close, breathing slow and even and letting his awareness flood Solas.

Some people would use the chance to try and find information.

Cole doesn't. This is a gift.]

Yes?

[dirth]

[ Solas could do the same, he thinks, as Compassion, as Cole is doing. He could reach back and feel so much from this boy that wants nothing more than to help him...

But he doesn't. He simply smiles, softly, his eyes closed and his head tilting down.

For a long moment, he missed Thedas, violently. ]

Thank you.

[killedwithlove]

[Compassion rests against Solas, following various curls of emotional connection. Solas to Jove is one of the clearest, from Jove out to others and he feels a spike of pain there that he'll need to go and help with later.

He slowly starts unpicking himself from Solas.]

You don't need to thank me.

[dirth]

[ Solas breathes out as they separate, drawing back and, carefully, turning his head to look over at the spirit again. ]

All the same... You have it.

[killedwithlove]

All right.

[If giving gratitude makes him feel better, then Cole's fine with that.]

You feel a bit better.

[dirth]

I do.

[ He nods, but turns away. ]

I think I might need a walk.

[killedwithlove]

Without me?

[He needs to clarify. Not trying to guilt.]

[dirth]

Yes, I think so. For now.

[ And Solas isn't guilty; he just nods. ]

[killedwithlove]

All right. I'll find you later.