S'all good, I never mind. [He eyes up that vial in her hands. The color's unmistakable, and it doesn't take Prompto real long to piece it together.] Is that your phylactery? You found it?
( she smiles again at him, warm and loving before her own gaze shifts down. she holds the vial in shaky hands, one's that have not stopped shaking since the phylactery was brought to her hours ago by one of the scouts. )
Yes. They found them in the Storm Coast with many others, I... I'm surprised they weren't all broken immediately. That they'd actually think to return them to us.
[The shaking doesn't go unnoticed. Prompto crosses the room to her, gently taking her hands in his. A squeeze of support.]
Well, it should be up to you guys what's done with them. You've got a part of you in it. [It's given the mages a choice they hadn't had before.] So... what do you want to do with it?
( she is grateful for the gesture, more than words can say and although the shaking does not stop— she feels safe. safer than she's felt since saoirse was given the pulsating vial of blood.
the question prompto gives her is met with wide, unsure eyes before her gaze flickers over her shoulder toward her window which opened up to the harbor. )
Although I suffered there was still good offered by the Circles. We can continue that good but it cannot be like this. ( her words punctuated by the squeezing of the vial. ) Acts such as this cannot follow us into whatever future we create.
[This is a big decision, and he's not looking to rush her.]
They sound awful all around, but you know, I wasn't there, and I... I've been told there's a lot of sides to the whole thing. I believe you, and you're right. If nothing else, some stuff has gotta change. [He looks down at the vial again.] If you're not ready, we can just hang onto it and put it somewhere safe until you figure it out.
It is, in truth, not so easy to explain. Circles cannot be seen in either black nor white, there is much grey to be seen and many voices to be heard. I was given much that I might not have had in the alienage...
( still she takes a deep breath, shoulders dropping and shaking her head. ) But I did not ask to be leashed. Magic, like many things, is a gift from the Maker... not a curse. I am not a monster undeserving of happiness because I was born a mage. I won't be treated less than what I truly am any longer.
Perhaps we'll both need a night to talk about ourselves. There is much I wish to ask you too.
( she adjusts one of her hands to turn it over away from the vial, lacing their fingers together and giving his hand a squeeze. she hopes it's enough to show him that he is more than enough comfort for her.
still, there is a moment of pause before she raises a brow and grins at him. in one shift moment she turns, throwing the vial from her hand and out through her open window. just as quickly, lightning ignites in the air with a loud crack from her open palm. it's almost deafening, the sound of glass scattering and blood burning but she turns back to him with a tired, but happy look. )
All I want right now is you. Won't... will you stay with me?
[He nods, acquiescing. A part of him fears what she'll ask. There are still things he's not sure he's ready to talk about. His origins, and some of what he endured during his time on the road in particular.
Luckily what she does next thoroughly distracts him from his thoughts. While he's not entirely surprised she threw it out the window - she'd been eyeing it ever since he stepped inside her room - he is surprised at the bolt of lightning that follows. Prompto nearly leaps straight up where he stands. It takes him a moment to settle and realize that was Saoirse's doing.]
Ha...
[Okay, his heart rate starts slowing to a normal rate...
...uuuuuntil she says that.]
I - of course I'm staying. [It never occurs to him she might mean something else. He's all smiles as he draws her in close for a hug.] I'm not going anywhere, ever. I'm with ya.
( her heart is still pounding like a drum in her chest, the air around her still tingling with lingering magic and electricity. there's a sigh that escapes her when he draws her in close for a hug, helping to settle her nerves and wash away the lingering feel of the veil around them. her hands settle around him, returning the hug although she looks up meekly at his words...
she certainly feels better in this current moment but it does not stop the blush on her face that spills out from her cheeks and out to the tips of her ears. )
Mm. I'm grateful more than I can say but what I meant— ( HMMMMM. ) What I am asking is if you will stay the night, here, with me.
( the change in octave causes saoirse to raise her brows in response. she shifts and leans back just enough to look at his face better, noting the shade of red that has seemingly overtaken his entire features. as he stammers, she blinks once and then twice before everything (literally) comes spilling out. for a moment, she can only stare and try to figure out the sting of sounds that might have been words.
once it becomes clear, she offers him a tender look and reaches out to gently brush some of his hair away from his face. )
Prompto, I care for you very much but I would never wish you to be uncomfortable especially with me. I want you at my side for the night, yes but it does not have to be anything more than that unless... unless that's what you want. ( again, she smiles and cups his cheek. ) We can stay just as we are.
[He feels like the old, self-conscious Prompto he used to be, tongue tied and completely unsure of himself. Something more akin to a young, dumb pre-teen than a grown man.
As soon as she speaks, her hand on his cheek, he relaxes. For all he feels like a fool for not jumping at the chance, he's hugely relieved she's not expecting it from him.]
It's not you at all. It's - it's all me. [If nothing else, he wants her to know it's not because he doesn't find her attractive or desirable or anything like that. He doesn't want her to doubt. This is all on him and his own hang ups.] Thank you, Saoirse.
( quietly, she let's her thumb stroke his cheek and hopes it might quell some of his frazzled nerves. there is no disappointment on her features nor anything that might be read negative, simply the same warm and loving smile she always gave him. the one he managed to bring out of her without any work at all. )
You do not need to thank me, m'eudail.( the affectionate name slips out without thought as she raises onto her tiptoes to kiss his forehead and then his nose before placing a soft (and she hopes calming) kiss to his lips. ) Let us go and lay down, hmm? When can talk more about our plans for Sunday.
[He leans into her touch, soaking in all the comfort and calmness she provides. If only he was ready for it, but he knows that no amount of bravado or optimism on his part will help him through it. He's simply not ready, as much as it pains him.
He returns her kiss, a smile finally finding his way to his face. How can he not when she's looking at him like that?]
Okay. [Sounds great to him. Maybe his heart rate will go down and the blush with it. That'd be nice.] Also, do I wanna ask what a...a... me-yoo-dale is?
( she is glad to feel him relax under her touch and even more so when he smiles back at her. squeezing his hand, she smiles more before moving to lead him toward the bed and only letting when she moves to start getting comfortable. )
M'eudail?( saoirse repeats, as she tries not to chuckle too much. instead sits down on her bed, drawing her knees up to her chest and giving him another happy smile. ) Darling, sweetheart... a term of affection we have.
[He takes a seat on the bed, carefully removing his boots. No need to dirty her bed. Once they're off, he looks back over his shoulder at her. His cheeks turn pink again when she explains.]
Oh... well, I'd call you the same thing but I think I already wrecked the pronunciation enough. [He smiles sheepishly.] Think I'll have to stick to - you call it the "trade" language here, right? The one everyone uses?
( and she simply continues to smile, watching him with a warm look and chuckling. )
It's wasn't so bad. ( it was bad enough though... ) That's correct. Some also call it the "common" tongue or King's tongue. It was invented by the dwarves some Ages ago.
You're way too nice to me. [Because it absolutely was bad and he's well aware. At least it's not him trying to mimic a Starkhaven accent.] It's all I hear. Well, mostly. I think I heard a couple Orlesians talking in a funny language a little while back. But I've never heard someone in this city speak, like, Kirkwallian.
You're rather cute. I can't be mean to you. ( a saddened sigh as if this is such a heavy cross she must bear. )
I suppose we are lucky in that regard. Most other countries and the other races have their own languages aside from the Free Marches and Ferelden though our accents to differ from one another.
Because obviously they are lacking both a good eye and taste. ( is she kidding? probably, probably not but she is smiling as she stretches her legs out and yawns. )
Well... there were the early human tribes which people like the Avvar and Chasind come from. I'm not to so familiar with human history though. ( she scrunches her nose. ) And then much of the Free Marches were once under Tevinter control so I imagine most here spoke Tevene or some version of it.
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Date: 2018-03-18 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-18 11:31 pm (UTC)Yes. They found them in the Storm Coast with many others, I... I'm surprised they weren't all broken immediately. That they'd actually think to return them to us.
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Date: 2018-03-22 12:31 am (UTC)Well, it should be up to you guys what's done with them. You've got a part of you in it. [It's given the mages a choice they hadn't had before.] So... what do you want to do with it?
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Date: 2018-03-22 12:46 am (UTC)the question prompto gives her is met with wide, unsure eyes before her gaze flickers over her shoulder toward her window which opened up to the harbor. )
Although I suffered there was still good offered by the Circles. We can continue that good but it cannot be like this. ( her words punctuated by the squeezing of the vial. ) Acts such as this cannot follow us into whatever future we create.
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Date: 2018-03-22 01:47 am (UTC)They sound awful all around, but you know, I wasn't there, and I... I've been told there's a lot of sides to the whole thing. I believe you, and you're right. If nothing else, some stuff has gotta change. [He looks down at the vial again.] If you're not ready, we can just hang onto it and put it somewhere safe until you figure it out.
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Date: 2018-03-22 02:02 am (UTC)( still she takes a deep breath, shoulders dropping and shaking her head. ) But I did not ask to be leashed. Magic, like many things, is a gift from the Maker... not a curse. I am not a monster undeserving of happiness because I was born a mage. I won't be treated less than what I truly am any longer.
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Date: 2018-03-22 02:43 am (UTC)If you ever want to talk about any of it - the good or the bad - you've always got my ear.
[He runs his thumb over her hand, hoping to provide some comfort. Or something.]
Atta girl. You've got your whole life ahead of you now. No more leashes or anything, not if you don't want there to be any.
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Date: 2018-03-22 02:56 am (UTC)( she adjusts one of her hands to turn it over away from the vial, lacing their fingers together and giving his hand a squeeze. she hopes it's enough to show him that he is more than enough comfort for her.
still, there is a moment of pause before she raises a brow and grins at him. in one shift moment she turns, throwing the vial from her hand and out through her open window. just as quickly, lightning ignites in the air with a loud crack from her open palm. it's almost deafening, the sound of glass scattering and blood burning but she turns back to him with a tired, but happy look. )
All I want right now is you. Won't... will you stay with me?
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Date: 2018-03-22 11:18 pm (UTC)Luckily what she does next thoroughly distracts him from his thoughts. While he's not entirely surprised she threw it out the window - she'd been eyeing it ever since he stepped inside her room - he is surprised at the bolt of lightning that follows. Prompto nearly leaps straight up where he stands. It takes him a moment to settle and realize that was Saoirse's doing.]
Ha...
[Okay, his heart rate starts slowing to a normal rate...
...uuuuuntil she says that.]
I - of course I'm staying. [It never occurs to him she might mean something else. He's all smiles as he draws her in close for a hug.] I'm not going anywhere, ever. I'm with ya.
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Date: 2018-03-22 11:33 pm (UTC)she certainly feels better in this current moment but it does not stop the blush on her face that spills out from her cheeks and out to the tips of her ears. )
Mm. I'm grateful more than I can say but what I meant— ( HMMMMM. ) What I am asking is if you will stay the night, here, with me.
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Date: 2018-03-22 11:50 pm (UTC)Oh.
...She meant-
Oh.]
I-
[His voice might have just gone up an octave. His face is definitely bright red right now, if nothing else.]
That's - I - well, um, you know-
[this is, uh, this is going great. Quick, Prompto, use your words!]
I'veneversleptwithanyonebefore.
[NAILED IT!!!!]
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Date: 2018-03-23 12:17 am (UTC)once it becomes clear, she offers him a tender look and reaches out to gently brush some of his hair away from his face. )
Prompto, I care for you very much but I would never wish you to be uncomfortable especially with me. I want you at my side for the night, yes but it does not have to be anything more than that unless... unless that's what you want. ( again, she smiles and cups his cheek. ) We can stay just as we are.
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Date: 2018-03-26 06:54 pm (UTC)As soon as she speaks, her hand on his cheek, he relaxes. For all he feels like a fool for not jumping at the chance, he's hugely relieved she's not expecting it from him.]
It's not you at all. It's - it's all me. [If nothing else, he wants her to know it's not because he doesn't find her attractive or desirable or anything like that. He doesn't want her to doubt. This is all on him and his own hang ups.] Thank you, Saoirse.
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Date: 2018-03-26 08:25 pm (UTC)You do not need to thank me, m'eudail. ( the affectionate name slips out without thought as she raises onto her tiptoes to kiss his forehead and then his nose before placing a soft (and she hopes calming) kiss to his lips. ) Let us go and lay down, hmm? When can talk more about our plans for Sunday.
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Date: 2018-03-26 10:45 pm (UTC)He returns her kiss, a smile finally finding his way to his face. How can he not when she's looking at him like that?]
Okay. [Sounds great to him. Maybe his heart rate will go down and the blush with it. That'd be nice.] Also, do I wanna ask what a...a... me-yoo-dale is?
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Date: 2018-03-26 11:05 pm (UTC)M'eudail? ( saoirse repeats, as she tries not to chuckle too much. instead sits down on her bed, drawing her knees up to her chest and giving him another happy smile. ) Darling, sweetheart... a term of affection we have.
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Date: 2018-03-27 03:43 pm (UTC)Oh... well, I'd call you the same thing but I think I already wrecked the pronunciation enough. [He smiles sheepishly.] Think I'll have to stick to - you call it the "trade" language here, right? The one everyone uses?
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Date: 2018-03-28 01:26 am (UTC)It's wasn't so bad. ( it was bad enough though... ) That's correct. Some also call it the "common" tongue or King's tongue. It was invented by the dwarves some Ages ago.
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Date: 2018-04-04 01:36 am (UTC)I suppose we are lucky in that regard. Most other countries and the other races have their own languages aside from the Free Marches and Ferelden though our accents to differ from one another.
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Date: 2018-04-06 11:05 pm (UTC)Wouldn't Ferelden and the Marches have had their own before that one came along? Though languages do die if another one takes over sometimes.
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Date: 2018-04-06 11:23 pm (UTC)Well... there were the early human tribes which people like the Avvar and Chasind come from. I'm not to so familiar with human history though. ( she scrunches her nose. ) And then much of the Free Marches were once under Tevinter control so I imagine most here spoke Tevene or some version of it.