He just... showed up. He tends to do that.

[colecomfort]

They don't understand. Slip into a skin, steal our words. Speak through our voices, pull the strings and make us dance. They don't understand what it means.

They can bind anyone they like. They should take care. That's all.

Comments

[lyriumaddict]

That made an odd amount of sense, actually.

Are you upset? I seem to recall you wanting to be bound.

[colecomfort]

I don't know them yet. They're hard to get at. Slippery fish from another stream.

It may be all right.

[lyriumaddict]

I certainly hope so. For all our sakes.

[colecomfort]

You've been swimming for a while. Staying above the undertow. Simpler when the chains can't be locked anymore.

[lyriumaddict]

I'm...sorry?

[ And there went the 'making sense' portion of the day, it appears. ]

[well_shit]

Part and parcel of telling a story, kid.

[colecomfort]

You're not telling your own anymore. Doesn't it sting?

[well_shit]

[ Snort. ]

What, the fact that I'm not the one telling it, or that I'm not telling one about me?

Honestly, I've never liked telling stories where I'm the main character. Mostly because I've got a flair for heroes with tragic endings.

[colecomfort]

And what sort of story have you been bound in? Sour, or sweet?

[well_shit]

Bit of both, like any good story. You've got to have one to appreciate the nuances of the other.

[ Chuckles. ]

Not like we lack for material, here.

[lyna_mahariel]

Sounds like you perhaps might have told mine, then. Dying whilst slaying the archdemon, doesn't get more tragic than that, does it?

[lyna_mahariel]

I'd like to think that they do. At least, mine seems to work well with me. She at lesats asks my thoughts about things she has planned for me.

[colecomfort]

This one is sparks flying off of flint. Can't say what'll catch.

[lyna_mahariel]

That.. sounds like it could be bad. I only hope that said sparks don't get you burned in the process.

[colecomfort]

I am the steel. Can't be burned, but may be set aside when no fire lights. I don't know which is better.

[boldindeed]

[Oops, where'd these protective feelings come from? Oh, right. Because it's Cole.]

Don't worry, Cole. It's like when Varric tells a story. In a way.

[colecomfort]

His stories are smoke. These new ones are flames, licking at untouched edges.

[His head tips as he looks at her from under his hat.]

You're like him. But not.

[boldindeed]

[She looks back at him for a moment, head tilted quizzically to one side.]

Like Varric, you mean? Heh. Well, I'm flattered, but I have less hair than him. [Bad joke ahoy!]

[colecomfort]

Taller, too.

[Was that a joke? That could almost be taken for a joke.]

[headbitchincharge]

I should hope it is.

[colecomfort]

It is.

[So there. >|]

[headbitchincharge]

Glad to hear it, pet. What ever is taking them so long? [ binding party! less fun than it sounds! ]

[colecomfort]

They are still deciding whether to keep me.

I'm used to it. I don't stay with most people.

[changethendie]

[this here twelve-year-old is a god with a lot of issues] No, they don't know what it means. But I intend to teach mine. She thinks herself the writer of my epilogue? I'll show her just exactly who Loki is. By the end, I'll be holding the pen. [offers a sweet smile] You can do the same.

[baskinthesun]

It'll be alright, boy.

I can't say if it's... a good thing to do or not, but it's done. And what comes after... [Her smile is sweet.] Well, that could be quite the adventure.