08-05-2019, 09:25 PM
cRess
Maybe he’s right – maybe she doesn’t know where she wants to be. She was content in the Resort, until they forced her hand and made her unwelcome. Beyond that, she can’t honestly say she’s had a home in a long time. Leliana had magicked her to Tephra, the one place since the Valley she had truly felt as though she belonged, but she had barely spent a day there before being stolen away back to Loess. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to settle, to relax; he couldn’t even have given her that. He’ll have to pardon her for her anger, but sometimes she finds she can’t control the fires in her chest, even after so long.
He is smug as he considers her, his eyes tracing her upper body from her scarred remains of ears to the dragon tattoo upon her chest and she shifts self-consciously as he speaks. He shrugs the words off as if they mean nothing, but she knows better – he has no plans on letting her leave, now or otherwise. “Conversations have little to do with it, Castle,” she says bluntly, and despite her anger she pushes down the flames that tickle her throat. “My family is more important to me than conversing with a king.”
He steps closer – close enough to touch, but she doesn’t pull away. “Maybe I don’t,” she admits, her brown eyes never leaving his face, “but while I would love to consider you friend, it doesn’t change the fact that I was brought here as a prisoner – for your impending war. You and your allies destroyed another kingdom. Children died there, and would have died here as well if I had not been here to heal them.”
She pauses then, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. “You are not a terrible person, Castile, but I have lived through too much war in my life already. I just want peace.”
@[Castile] wow this is so late i'm so sorry
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