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тнє outsider ([personal profile] extramural) wrote in [community profile] therookery2016-06-20 05:44 pm

rest, my brother, and tell me all about the ocean

FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: The Outsider
RECIPIENT: everyone
WHAT: Poking the hornets nest.
WHEN: Nowish?
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: He creepy.


What a tumultuous time it is in this world. An empire at war, ancient protectors showing what many feel to be their true colors, strangers falling from the sky -- the more things change, the more they stay the same.

I am not of this world, though it bares similarities to my own -- namely a prominent disdain for the other and ridiculous class differences -- as much it it shows its differences. Empires rise and fall; I admittedly have little interest in wars that have played out hundreds of times in similar ways across hundreds of worlds.

However, I do want to know what you find interesting about this world, if you will share.
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[personal profile] rowancrowned 2016-07-21 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ it falls into place neatly- too neatly. the affection for the nug, the name-- he reaches out and gently tucks his fingers under the outsider's chin, looks into his eyes. ]

You were alone.

[ even iluvatar is not alone. but to be the only of your kind, to only have men to spend your time with, and they are like ants. perhaps there are beasts in the deep that live for a fraction more time. the outsider is restricted to watching, to being an observer only, forever apart.

he does not ask 'were you lonely?' because even said without malice it could hurt. instead, he drops his hand and pats the nug instead. she closes her eyes and grinds her teeth happily. ]
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[personal profile] rowancrowned 2016-07-24 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ they do- and because they cannot feel the rhythm of the world, they do not exist in harmony with it. he could go on- and normally, he would, comforting himself with the familiarity of the similarities of mortals of wherever they are. but he does not.

instead- minding the nug, of course, because she has teeth well-suited for for tearing a hole in his clothes- he leans forward, and brushes the outsider's bangs out of the way, tucking the longer ones behind his ear. he'd embrace him, but- nug. instead, he settles the intimate touch to the outsider's hair, and a hand clenched into his fist over his heart, an inclined head.

(he is not alone. though it does come with a hint of that parenting.) ]
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[personal profile] rowancrowned 2016-07-27 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ he withdraws- he doesn't expect much from the outsider, and beyond that, he's also fairly uncomfortable with too much affection. he pets the nug with a cautious fingertip, minding her as she watches him with large, wet eyes before neatly spitting out a sodden lump of lace onto the outsider's wrist.

softly: ]
You ought to return her to the Spymaster eventually.

[ he won't press for more, and he inclines his head before turning to slip back to the library for the rest of the afternoon. ]