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ANDERS.

    “  ————- you want me to describe you? ”

    THE SOUND OF  gravel and dry leaves crunching beneath his boots ceases with-     out a moment’s notice. his pace slows to a complete halt upon hearing his compa-     nion’s question, almost as though to take a moment to scrutinize his features. he’s     hesitant. there are no shortage of words to describe the other’s beauty ( though, in     truth, he’s not sure that any of these words would truly capture it ), just as there is     no shortage of trepidation to be felt as his lips part to speak.

    his heart continues to hammer.  his hand leaves ekvan’s forearm, fingers grazing     those of the other male on their way down.

    “  i … could certainly try, if that’s what you want, but i can’t promise anything extr-     avagant. … that is, i ——— ”

                        ( when had he last thrown caution to the wind? )

    “  i don’t think anything i say could ever do you justice, ekvan. you’re too …

                            ( ———— too perfect. ) ”

        WHEN ANDERS COMES to a halt, so does ekvan. fingers twitch upon contact. he is almost tempted to take hold of the human’s hand, to squeeze and rub his thumb along the other’s knuckles. a silent sort of affection, if you will. ekvan can hear the pounding of anders’ heart and upon the other’s words, heat flares up in his cheeks.

        you’re too perfect.

        perhaps anders had not meant for ekvan to hear that, but he did. fingers drag from his shoulder to curl around anders’ hand, to brush a thumb along is knuckles like his impulse had told him to only moments before. ekvan feels anders’ warmth, turns towards him fully and releases his hand to run his fingers over the human’s face.

        ` i should be saying that to you, ` he teases, though it’s gentle and everything he does is soft. what is this? their hearts pounding in tandem, faces hot and words stumbled, nervous as if they were twitterpated children all over again. ekvan is no stranger to being the object of someone’s affections, but seldom does he return them.

        thumb rubs along anders’ bottom lip. ekvan leans in to tenderly fit their mouths together. it makes him inhale sharply through his nostrils, sparks exploding in his brain and his hands drop back to the human’s shoulders, squeezing.

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ANDERS.

    INSTINCTIVELY, HE LUNGES  to steady ekvan as he stumbles, but stops him-     self as the other manages on his own, using his shoulder for support. relief sets in     almost immediately ( how silly of him to become so worried, though; he’s watched     ekvan make his own way around countless times before, he knows he’s more than     capable ), and with it comes a bit of playful cheekiness. it’s teasingly chiding, the     way he repeats his prior warning —– ‘careful!’ —– as they continue along, glanci-     ng over at the other so as to gauge his reaction. for a moment, he seems genuinely     content, or so the expression adorning his features would suggest. a pause.

    “  ———– oh? of course not. what is it? ”

        ` YOU DESCRIBE EVERYTHING in such great detail. each word is carefully chosen and conveys what you want to say perfectly. so, i was wondering... `

        oh, perhaps this is too much of a cliché, but he’s never gotten a real answer from anyone else he’s tried to ask. ekvan is not self-conscious of his appearance, no, but he can’t help but wonder what he looks like. would he be considered attractive, ugly? what are some of his defining features? jaw clicks into place, expression firm and thoughtful for a brief moment before it softens into something warm.

        ` what do i look like? be as honest as you can. you won’t hurt my feelings. `

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ANDERS.

LIEREHN.

    “  the path ahead’s a bit rockier than the last ——- we’ll need to be careful. ”

    LIKELY THE PRODUCT  of warring mages and templars, he thinks to himself as     he guides the other safely down it, one hand holding fast to ekvan’s upper arm. the     day’s trek was nearly done —– or it should have been, seeing as how the sun had     already begun to set. the sooner they found a place to camp, to rest their weary bo-     nes for the night, the better. anders couldn’t lie; he was exhausted, his legs had be-     gun to ache, and the droning song of a calling he’s failed to mention as of yet conti-     ues to plague him, as it has every day prior to this. he only really takes notice of it     when unoccupied, however, and recently, he’s more than had his hands full. ekvan     and the company he’s provided thus far has distracted him, eased the troubles —     and for more reasons than just one. 

       ( ——- maker, he hopes his hammering heart is not as loud as he thinks it is. )

    “  i suppose the view makes up for all the trouble, though. it’s all very pretty at this     time of day. there’s a stream — i think it’s a stream — a ways down, and the sun’s     reflecting on the water just the right way … ”

       EARS TWITCH, FAN out around his head curiously as he takes in the sounds around them. the crunching of dirt and stone beneath their feet, the bird song, the slightest breeze. and, yes, there is a stream. he can hear it bubbling and pouring over rocks, lapping at the grassy shore. ekvan is not sad that he cannot see it, because anders does well to tell him what he’s missing, and all his other senses help him “see” just as well.

       while anders held onto one of his arms, he kept his staff out in his other hand to use as something like a walking stick. he’s able to touch the ground in front of him, to tell if it’s even or if there’s something in the way before he steps. it all happens within milliseconds, he processes it so quickly that it’s startling for most who watch him to learn he is blind at all.

       ` it must be beautiful, ` the elven apostate responds, losing his balance only briefly and grabbing tightly onto anders’ shoulder to stop himself from falling forward. exhaustion makes him clumsy. like the man beside him, he can’t wait to rest for the night. but even in their exhaustion, anders is ever-vigilant to watch over his companion. ekvan is grateful for that, and it makes warmth spread through his chest. ` i do have one question, if it isn’t too much trouble. `

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JAQUIN.

       jaquins ears settled comfortably flat against his head, as arms lift in a momentary shrug that he’ll later realize the other cannot actually see. he’d have to work at this.    ❝ you wanted to see me. i let you see me. i would not let you see only half the picture, no? ❞     he is quiet after this. part of his beats himself up for mentioning the brands, part of him feels a strange relief. to busy his mind, he toys with his sleeves as a chuckle slips by his lips.  ❝ i am very used to people prying. do not worry. ❞

        THOSE EYES SOFTEN. he reaches out again, find jaquin’s hands with his own and holds them for a moment, gives them a gentle squeeze before drawing back. his tone when he speaks next is genuine, earnest.

        ` i will not pry. but i’m grateful you let me see them. `

        ekvan truly is appreciative. it must be something sore for jaquin to bring up, and perhaps it means he trusts ekvan enough to let him be aware of their existence.

        warmth blooms in his chest. he’s happy.

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ANDERS.

    “  well, then —–! that settles that. i suppose i will join you, the next time      around … so long as your offer hasn’t expired by then, that is. ”

    NOT THAT HE expects it to, of course; his fellow apostate seemed     kind, genuine, not the sort of person to extend a hand and then retract it     at the last possible second. perhaps that was why he enjoyed whatever     time he’d been permitted to spend with him thus far — he was good, at     least, to him. not soft ( he’d proven that on one or two occasions, when     templars had caught up to them, or when they’d unwittingly walked into     the den of some rabid creature or another ), nor passive, but a man that,     despite all he had doubtless suffered thus far, managed to retain a good     heart. anders was like that once. not anymore ( not so far as he’s been     told ), but he had been, at some point or another. but those days were lo-     ng gone; years had passed, things had changed. 

    there’s silence, for a time. in his seat, he shifts, his gaze lowering to his     hands. and then:

    “  … ekvan. would you think me odd if i were to —– if i thanked you? ”

        THE SILENCE IS not unwelcome. it is rather comfortable. how nice it is to sit in quiet with a person and not have it be awkward. ekvan cherishes those kinds of moments with those kinds of people. anders is the first in a long time. sightless eyes seem to be trained right on the other’s face, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. then the question comes.

        ` not at all. but for what? `

        ekvan lies back in the patch of sun, arms folded behind his head and eyes falling shut as he basks in warmth. he senses anders still nearby, does not hear the other leave. he’s thankful for that. heart leaps in his chest. it’s been so long, too long since he was thankful that anyone stayed.

        ` i’ve done nothing worth thanking, ` he whispers, pushing himself up into a sitting position again and leaning forward. a hand reaches out, touching anders’ cheek again. ekvan smiles.

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JAQUIN.

❝ No, no. You wanted to see, I would not do you a disservice. ❞ && the lightest of smiles graces his features at the lingering touch; laced with a far more affectionate nature than he’ll usually sport in such a gesture. It takes him a while to realize & when he does, he’ll draw his hand back to cross his arms. And thank whatever Gods are listening that the other couldn’t see.  ❝ I can almost hear the questions on your tongue. ❞ & he’ll pause. He’d seen so much of the other man in that lengthy contact. He … felt he had to at least try to provide some insight into himself.  ❝ I might … dodge with jokes, but you may ask. ❞

        ` I’M ONLY CURIOUS as to why you showed me those... i suppose you could have acted as if they didn’t exist. perhaps to avoid prying; though, i assure you, i don’t pry. `

        voice is gentle and genuine, full of curiosity that shows plainly on his face. ekvan folds his hands in front of him, ears pricked and alert. lips turn further upwards, his smile growing more and more prevalent upon his features.

        he remembers how the brands felt beneath his fingers clearly. it was odd. the skin was hot as if the marks were brand new. there was an odd smoothness to them. and part of ekvan is angry that jaquin has to bear such marks, though he knows not what they are for.

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SIONNA.

        ` OH – WELL, I don’t like t’ brag, but… ` sionna laughs, flustered. ` stick around, and i imagine you’ll get your chance. `

        ` OH, BELIEVE ME when i say i wish i could. lack of sight makes that rather difficult. though, the screams of your enemies will tell me how good you’re doing. `

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JAQUIN.

he’ll hum a laugh at the others words, momentarily grasped by his aura. the lengthy touch brings lengthy memories. memories & experiences & a life that Jaquin himself can now see. but the touch eventually parts and he finds himself hollow once more from the essence of the other —- left to himself. & strangely dissatisfied at the amount the other truly saw. 

he’ll trail gentle fingertips along the others hand before enclosing it in his own, bringing it up to rest against the branding on the back of his neck.  ❝ You have not seen all of me yet. I would not rob you of that. ❞        perhaps it was the extremity of emotion he felt from the others past that marred his judgement, but the markings he sought to hide from those who could see — he found himself wanting to show to this one who could not. He would not be called such a word by a man who could not see the things that made him hideous in his own eyes.   he’d wait a while before leading that hand down to each of his wrists to trail the raised flesh that rested there; allowing full realization of his form and all that made it his.  

        CURIOSITY SPARKS WITHIN him. he blinks slowly as his hand is once more guided to jaquin, to the back of his neck where flesh feels rough and raised. a scar? no, it’s too intricate for any normal battle scar. did someone truly brand jaquin? why? it’s vaguely upsetting to ekvan that anyone would hurt the man, as he seems so... well, kind. a bit silly, but kind all the same.

        ekvan feels over the brands on the other’s wrists. smile turns into a slight frown, head cocking to one side and he inhales sharply. there are many things he still does not know about jaquin.

        though, he wishes to learn.

        ` thank you. ` hand lingers on jaquin’s wrist, fingers brushing over his palm for a moment and that smile returns. slight, but still there.

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JAQUIN.

   & he’ll hesitate. But not for long — he’ll step forward and nod. Afore realizing the other cannot see the nod, and instead giving a reply of —                                 ❝  I will allow. ❞

        THE SMILE ONLY grows, reaching his eyes and making the skin at the corners crinkle happily. ` thank you. that means a lot to me, ` and ekvan reaches out, knowing the other is within arm’s reach of himself given the location of his voice.

        he touches jaquin’s shoulder, travels a hand up the side of his neck and to his jaw. fingers brush along each little detail of the other’s face, his eyes closing and his lips moving as though he’s speaking though no sound comes out.

        thumbs brush over cheekbones, around eyes and to a forehead which he maps up to the hairline. it seems as though the next minute or two go on forever... and then ekvan pulls his hands back.

        ` you are beautiful, why did i doubt that? `

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STRANGER.

     “when one offers aid in times of need, it seems….  rather      poor in character to find reason to decline.  whether the      inquisitor, or other soldiers seem skeptical, it is best to      remember your abilities.  you are here because you feel      useful, yes?  if that is the case, then you are doing your part.”

        ` YES. THAT’S CORRECT. i have proven time and time again that i will not hold anyone back. i suppose they will see that, in due time. thank you... your words are kind. `