[ He hadn't quite thought of it like that and Sen of course did dream...but it wasn't of the Fade. He encountered no spirits or demons in his dreams anymore just things he couldn't remember. But, if his magic still worked it said something that the Fade still existed in some capacity.
He absentmindedly looks to his hand at Justice's words before looking back to the spirit made human. He steps forward to the other extending the mark hand to him.]
[Justice hesitates at the offered hand. He wants to touch, but he also doesn't know if he's allowed. But this seems to be an offer, doesn't it?
Justice reaches carefully out, keeping his eyes on the mage's face for signs of discomfort, and takes the hand in his own. He doesn't need to look at the mark--it hums in the air, in his ears, in every fiber of his being.
He's not a hugely expressive person, but the expressions he does have mean the world. His shoulders drop. His eyes soften. In a whisper, he says,]
I hear home.
[His voice is softer than usual, longing and melancholy. This may be the closest he can get to home for a long time, and it is both wonderful and painful to be so close, and he doesn't want to let go. He will have to, though, and he won't hesitate when the time comes.]
I can hear the Fade in every spell cast, but this... it is almost as though I am there again.
[It's bright and distorts things around it, though not with the same force that the true Fade would. For a moment, he's as close to the familiar as he may ever be again.]
[ He watches the spirit take his hand in theirs and Sen remains still as they examine it. No deals were being offered here, he didn't get the sense of a demon so he figured this contact was safe. Even if they were a demon, masquerading as a spirit as some tended to do he would not be tricked.
Either he would willingly succumb or the will would break and Sen knew neither would happen.
But, he watches the expression of the spirit and he can tell from the tone that it's sad. Of course it would be. To be detached from the Fade like this must not be pleasant for a spirit. He doesn't pull away though, not quite yet. He'll wait and see if Justice does so on his own. But he will speak;]
It must be hard not to be there. This must be an entirely new experience for you.
[ and there's a hand that goes to pat Justice on the shoulder. ]
It is hard. I had the luck of finding mortal friends who were willing to guide me, but they are asleep now. Or they are dead. [His voice is flat, but it grows soft as he says that last part. He found many of them in stasis. He hopes the ones he didn't find aren't dead. The idea feels like a knife in his chest. It's probably not great for him to be so emotionally invested in people who will naturally die so quickly by his standards, but he doesn't want to examine that too closely.
The hand on his shoulder feels strange, but not... bad. Justice can feel the mage's sincerity in his skin. And the mage has yet to pull away, so Justice places his thumb carefully over the Mark itself, taking in the song and the way it hums in his skin. He doesn't want to let go of the hand, not if the mage doesn't clearly wish to.]
I thank you for your offer. You are kind.
im just gonna say that icon looks like justice is trying to seduce lavellan
[ There's something sad about all of this. It's pretty telling in the Spirit's words at how it must hurt them, their purpose knowing they wouldn't be able to return to the fade for now anyways.
Finally, Lavellan begins to pull his hand away from being held. Not because he's uncomfortable just he would like it back now. ]
It's not a problem, but may ask what your name is, Spirit? You may call me Senren Lavellan. Or Senren or Lavellan for short.
And it is a pleasure to meet you. [For most people, it's a nicety, but for Justice, he is being sincere. It is a pleasure to meet new mortals when they aren't unkind or egregiously offending morality. Meeting a new one is always a new experience.]
Where did you gain magic such as that? [He's never seen it before, he thinks. It's beautiful, but not something that could just naturally occur.]
[ And here is a question he's not sure he should answer. Spirits definitely don't have the best record at being discreet. This was definitely something that fell under discreet. ]
I'm afraid that's something I can't tell you right now. It's a very complicated circumstance.
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[ He hadn't quite thought of it like that and Sen of course did dream...but it wasn't of the Fade. He encountered no spirits or demons in his dreams anymore just things he couldn't remember. But, if his magic still worked it said something that the Fade still existed in some capacity.
He absentmindedly looks to his hand at Justice's words before looking back to the spirit made human. He steps forward to the other extending the mark hand to him.]
What exactly do you hear in it's song?
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Justice reaches carefully out, keeping his eyes on the mage's face for signs of discomfort, and takes the hand in his own. He doesn't need to look at the mark--it hums in the air, in his ears, in every fiber of his being.
He's not a hugely expressive person, but the expressions he does have mean the world. His shoulders drop. His eyes soften. In a whisper, he says,]
I hear home.
[His voice is softer than usual, longing and melancholy. This may be the closest he can get to home for a long time, and it is both wonderful and painful to be so close, and he doesn't want to let go. He will have to, though, and he won't hesitate when the time comes.]
I can hear the Fade in every spell cast, but this... it is almost as though I am there again.
[It's bright and distorts things around it, though not with the same force that the true Fade would. For a moment, he's as close to the familiar as he may ever be again.]
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Either he would willingly succumb or the will would break and Sen knew neither would happen.
But, he watches the expression of the spirit and he can tell from the tone that it's sad. Of course it would be. To be detached from the Fade like this must not be pleasant for a spirit. He doesn't pull away though, not quite yet. He'll wait and see if Justice does so on his own. But he will speak;]
It must be hard not to be there. This must be an entirely new experience for you.
[ and there's a hand that goes to pat Justice on the shoulder. ]
If you need help adjusting, well, I'm here.
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The hand on his shoulder feels strange, but not... bad. Justice can feel the mage's sincerity in his skin. And the mage has yet to pull away, so Justice places his thumb carefully over the Mark itself, taking in the song and the way it hums in his skin. He doesn't want to let go of the hand, not if the mage doesn't clearly wish to.]
I thank you for your offer. You are kind.
im just gonna say that icon looks like justice is trying to seduce lavellan
Finally, Lavellan begins to pull his hand away from being held. Not because he's uncomfortable just he would like it back now. ]
It's not a problem, but may ask what your name is, Spirit? You may call me Senren Lavellan. Or Senren or Lavellan for short.
you know you want it lavellan
I have no name, mage. I only have the virtue to which I aspire.
You may call me Justice.
in another life or game, Justice.
All right, Justice. It's a pleasure to meet you.
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Where did you gain magic such as that? [He's never seen it before, he thinks. It's beautiful, but not something that could just naturally occur.]
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I'm afraid that's something I can't tell you right now. It's a very complicated circumstance.
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Very well. Why is it a secret?