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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote2019-09-10 03:02 pm
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-12 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dashed off very soon after with the air of his book having been held in one hand for the scratch of his pen: ]

What should I feel obligated to do?

[ The Mr. Ellis is silent in a stutter of ink that deftly turns a comma into a question mark. ]
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-12 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Do you believe we were brought here by chance?
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-12 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a time the book is quiet, its pages still. Passive. Minutes tick by — slowly at first and faster as the other shoe fails and fails and fails to fall. If Ellis is feeling especially optimistic, he might allow himself to suppose that the issue is resolved.

Presently, a leggy black cat stops cold in her wandering along the wall line at the far side of the yard. She bobs her head.

She croaks at him, inaudible at a distance, teeth and tongue peeked white beneath the wide goggle of her eyes. ]
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-12 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
She wants to.

There’s a little arch at her back that coils down into a roll across packed earth and stone. For a beat, she is all snake belly and elbows and webbed claws. He should come to her.

Before he can, she pancake flops to her feet and dashes away for the keep.

It’s not long at all before Tricky Dick emerges onto the scene, distinct in vest and tall boots and a tunic (he might count as casual) rolled at the sleeves -- leagues sharper than when Ellis saw him last. There’s a storm blue on the horizon, not close enough yet for the breeze to beat back the stickiness of the sun’s heat, and he glances to its shadow as he crosses the yard. Curiously, Thot trots at his heels rather than cut ahead to guide the way.

"Alright?" he inquires through his teeth, once he considers himself Arrived. If he spent more time with Tony, air quotes might be involved.
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-13 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Venom stirring in the tilt to Richard’s shoulder and the sliver of his eyes settles after a delay for suspicion. His feathers smooth with it, and there’s something of Thot the Hawk in his bright-eyed reconsideration of Ellis’ raised hands, his contrition. Could he be overreacting? He kicks up a brow, takes in a breath.

No, it’s wardens who are wrong.

“‘I’m in the training yard,’ would have been a safe start.”

Still. The acidic sizzle in his inflection is gone and his posture has straightened out. Between them, little goblin hands have found Ellis’ thigh as Thot the Cat stretches up to prick needle claws through his pant leg. She blinks up at him as she reaches.

“We can ferry to Kirkwall if you’d prefer to speak outside of the Gallows.”
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-15 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Polite as it may have been to offer, Dickerson doesn’t seem at all surprised by Ellis’ disinclination to take him up on it. His memory isn’t at all obscured. He’d said they’d continue the conversation, and he’d meant it.

“There is a table in my quarters,” he says.

Thot’s stretched like a drop of pitch in his grasp, hind claws late leaving the ground, only to kick up at ease in the crook of Ellis’ arm once she’s nestled there. She splays her toes, flicks her tail, stretches one paw to touch under Ellis’ chin and past it, aiming to curl grasping fingers over his lip.

Richard ignores her -- a stern, static figure in his vest and boots and a faint prickle of sweat he doesn’t care for.

“Unless you have more neutral territory to suggest.”
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-16 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
The best that can be said for Thot’s efforts is that she keeps her claws in now that she’s been lifted, cold nubs at the lead of whatever grasping touch.

Richard nods to acquiesce to acquiescence, a short breath puffed out just shy of a sigh as he turns.

“Then please follow me.”

Through the yard, into the keep, round the stairs up into the mage tower.

His shared quarters are not, in fact, shared any longer. Loxley’s bed is long made, and his trunk long empty. Books and notes and a pickled dragon’s eyeball at the desk all belong to Richard. There’s a breastplate balanced against the trunk at the foot of the other, lived in cot. A few scattered bottles. An extra pair of boots. Stale weed smoke hangs musty in the space -- clings to the walls and blankets and old wood in the hearth the same way it does his clothes.

The table is spare save for a bottle of wine and a lamp, which he sparks alight in spite of the afternoon sun filtering in through a lone window.

“Have a seat.”
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-16 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Ellis doesn’t reach for it and Richard doesn’t offer it. Instead he steps away to shut the door, severing the only clean getaway either of them might have made with a quiet click.

His return to the table is anticlimactic.

He sits in silence for a moment with his hands joined and studies the woodgrain. It’s been months since anyone’s been in here. Athessa was the last person to knock on his door.

“Do you think it’s possible to win this war?”
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-16 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Rude.

But they can skip the preamble. There’s an air of pages being hooked under, a thick chapter flopped over and smoothed right to left in a deeper draw of breath and a harder screw-turn of eye contact along the table. He’s sat beside rather than across, the chair angled in -- close enough for a sharp kick in the shins, should either of them be so inclined.

Thot licks her nose, blue over black.

“Tell me why you’ve been angry with me.”
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
“Why approximate when we have the power to make ourselves perfectly clear.”

It just makes sense.

No elfroot, no wine, and for Richard, no distractions. There’s an answering challenge to his patience, a steady lean of weight onto an invisible prybar. He hasn't blinked.

The only small mercy between them is Thot. She lolls idle where she’s held, purring, velvety soft, the thin whip of her tail curled and flicked in a lazy cycle between her feet.
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[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-08-16 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
It’s a start.

The edge to his intensity dials back by a matter of degrees, his thoughts turned inward from their attempted scorch through to the back of Ellis’ skull. Mind-reading would have made his entire ordeal here in Thedas markedly easier.

As is, he’s left to turn over the answer he’s been given in silence.

Brief silence.

“Why should my desire be secondary to yours?”

There may be a fang to stick on swaddled in the puffy gums of his careful neutrality. It's hard to tell. His curiosity for the answer is genuine.

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