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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote2019-09-10 03:02 pm
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Bastien offers up only a split second feint of jesting resistance, a twitch of his head that barely suggests the idea of turning to refuse, before he grins and opens his mouth enough to give it up.

His investigation continues unabated in the meantime, lasting several more seconds before he pats the top of Ellis' hand with his own—big for his height, bony and blunt-fingered, inherited from generations of miners on both sides of his family line. He avoids the region of the fresh split, in the patting, and lets go. "I think you'll survive."

Reassurance Ellis didn't need in the first place, delivered with extremely unwarranted gravity. Doubly so given his manly burden-shouldering, regarding the darkspawn, and triply so given the cruel scars on his neck.

"And I will not go looking for a darkspawn. On my honor."