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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote2019-09-10 03:02 pm
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[personal profile] technologist 2023-08-28 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
If there's anyone else on the ramparts this late, it doesn't feel like it. Fitz finds him overlooking the city, and for a moment he's wholly distracted by the sight of Kirkwall sprawling out beneath them, an Escher of shadows and torchlight. There's no evidence of the months that've passed since the last time he saw it; not in this light, anyway.

"Ellis."

A greeting and announcement as he steps up behind him, tone casual. He's not opposed to a hug or a familiar clap on the back, but he's playing it cool. Maybe if he'd gotten more than an 'aye'.
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[personal profile] technologist 2023-08-29 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Fitz' gaze drops to keep an eye on the dog's approach, wary in a way that's more perfunctory than actually scared. Wary it'll get drool on him, mostly. He looks back up when a hand falls on his shoulder, reaching up to give Ellis' arm a light squeeze in kind. He's felt how real this world is already — the hard ground beneath the rift, the exhaustion of the trek back to Kirkwall — but it'd still felt surreal, vague enough to write off as a dream. Seeing someone he knows? That's the final nail in the coffin.

"Yeah, I've noticed. I've just got my things and been to the library." Not that he'd needed the library to tell him what month it was. He'd gotten that from the scouts that'd picked him up, though he hadn't gotten much else. Hence the library, but since Ellis is already awake —

"What've I missed?"
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[personal profile] technologist 2023-08-29 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Right." Fitz is watching him carefully. Carefully enough to feel the shift when it happens, and the comment's acknowledging that as much as the invite. Another glance at the dog to make sure it's got no plans to get in his space, then he takes the offered seat, leaning forward on his elbows in a gesture of earnest attention.

"It's only been a few weeks. For me, that is. Back—," home, awake, whatever they're calling it. A long few weeks, but certainly not more than a year. The quiet lingers a moment as he eyes Ellis, reconsiders his initial approach.

"But you're alright? And Wysteria? And Tony, I saw his name on the records." Still signing off on research, still here.
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[personal profile] technologist 2023-08-29 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"What?"

Not about Tony. Tony's supposed to be in charge and doing impossible things; that's to be expected, as far as Fitz is concerned. He tries to recall everything he's read about shards, all the research and projects they'd managed or tabled previously. None of it had come close to a safe way to get rid of them.

Despite his best efforts to stay focused, he can't help the sharp pivot from sympathy to curiosity. "Really? On purpose?" Worth clarifying. "Have there been any side effects?"
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[personal profile] technologist 2023-08-31 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
All best case scenarios, really, though the necessary comment flags as strange. For now, all it gets is a slightly furrowed brow and a mental note to pester Wysteria about it when he pesters her about everything else.

"And you've—," he starts, stops, searches for something both more personalized and less presumptive than been fine, or any variation thereof. Fitz can't pin it down, but Ellis doesn't seem particularly fine.

He abruptly remembers the hulking dog playing lazy sentinel over their conversion, finishes (a bit lamely): "— got a dog."
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[personal profile] technologist 2023-09-02 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I've never had a dog." His father had hated the idea of pets (in both lives), and his mum had been too busy. But the observation's made warmly enough, charmed by Ellis' obvious fondness for Ruadh.

"I always wanted a monkey," he states, as if that's roughly the same thing. Fitz accepts the offered cigarette and takes an absent drag, still considering Ruadh; narrows his eyes slightly, draws it back to squint at it on the exhale.

"What's in this?"
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[personal profile] technologist 2023-09-02 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Elfroot. From his perspective, he's been gone for a few months, tops. It shouldn't be that difficult to slide back into this reality, to take the existence of fantasy weed in stride. But he'd never really gotten over all of it, honestly, even after he'd given up and started calling the place home.

What's meant to be an amused huff turns into a small cough, quickly muffled as he passes the cigarette back over.

"Has he been gone long?"

He doesn't sound surprised, or upset. They hadn't been close. Even if they had been, he'd compartmentalize: Richard's gone home, just as Fitz had. There's nothing to mourn.
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[personal profile] technologist 2023-09-21 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh," thoughtfully. He doesn't bother sharing what any of those thoughts are, but there's a silent beat as he digs into his memory — mulls over the projects he left behind, the theories they'd been tossing around regarding rifts and lyrium and shards. It's a comfortable silence, a moment of peace in which Ellis can enjoy the mild air, the taste of the smoke, the successful dodging of personal questions. Until Fitz ruins it.

"What've I missed, really?" His eyes flick over to Ellis, try to catch and hold his gaze. There's a little punch to the really. Still squarely friendly, if blunt; he'd just rather a 'fuck off' than more subtle deflection.

"Or should I go back to digging through records."