Not that he really expected that flattery to distract Dorian for too long, the man had a nose for when he was being redirected, was far too smart to fall for it. And with him making himself at home on the desk, Athras knew that he wasn’t getting away from the conversation that easily. As it was, the gentle tone used had him hesitating, a quip dying before it even left his lips as he studied his lover, trying to decide how to answer. It was a hard thing after working himself into such a tangle over it to break it down into simple answers. But he would try, if only because it was Dorian asking and the sincerity he did it with.
“No… the Fade was strange to be sure, but no.” A small shake of his head as he gathered his thoughts so he could put them into words rather than the confusing mess of feelings and flashes of memories they’d become. “As for the demon? No… it was trying to get to us, to knock us off kilter I know that.”
it was the spirit that aided them that had given him revelations that had truly left him uneasy. Information offered in aid, things he needed to know, but the implications were frightening, even now after things had settled. The name he spoke, sending a man to his death. Not sure if it was necessary but with no time to find another way, no time to do anything other than stop the argument and make a decision. Why was it so hard to admit it? To ask for the help he knew he needed? All he had to do was speak after all and he knew that of all people, Dorian would help. But at the same time it was hard to admit that he did need it, even if the admission was simply explaining what was bothering him.
Unaware of his hand’s movement, that nervous tapping of quill on parchment starting up again.
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Date: 2016-09-29 12:31 am (UTC)“No… the Fade was strange to be sure, but no.” A small shake of his head as he gathered his thoughts so he could put them into words rather than the confusing mess of feelings and flashes of memories they’d become. “As for the demon? No… it was trying to get to us, to knock us off kilter I know that.”
it was the spirit that aided them that had given him revelations that had truly left him uneasy. Information offered in aid, things he needed to know, but the implications were frightening, even now after things had settled. The name he spoke, sending a man to his death. Not sure if it was necessary but with no time to find another way, no time to do anything other than stop the argument and make a decision. Why was it so hard to admit it? To ask for the help he knew he needed? All he had to do was speak after all and he knew that of all people, Dorian would help. But at the same time it was hard to admit that he did need it, even if the admission was simply explaining what was bothering him.
Unaware of his hand’s movement, that nervous tapping of quill on parchment starting up again.