[Penning before your time feels wrong when it was Leto— Fenris— who had always been there first. Was there all along, in fact, only wandering the world in ways that Astarion's quickly learned it hurts to think about. Mostly because if he spends too long rolling that notion around inside his mind, the scenarios only twist into the ugliest possibilities imaginable: held captive and tortured by Venatori before managing to break free; lured in by Varania for her gain; injured and amnesiatic, not knowing who he is or where he belongs.
Of course admitting to his lover that he'd spent time dealing with a demon stuck outside the Fade is, erm....potentially almost as unpleasant, so there's that.]
how should I put it
[Eh. The truth as best as he can name it seems good enough, clumsy as it is.]
A spirit. Ghost. Thing.
Loitered around the Gallows early on in the form of a young boy, unable to go back to the Fade. Also only visible to some. Knew a few of your friends, too, actually. Had quite a lot to say about Varric.
I spent so many weeks trying to shunt the little thing. Hissed up a storm. Bared my fangs and threatened it like you wouldn't believe.
Even ran away, once. Though in my defense, that was before I knew it wasn't alive.
no subject
He wasIt was
[Penning before your time feels wrong when it was Leto— Fenris— who had always been there first. Was there all along, in fact, only wandering the world in ways that Astarion's quickly learned it hurts to think about. Mostly because if he spends too long rolling that notion around inside his mind, the scenarios only twist into the ugliest possibilities imaginable: held captive and tortured by Venatori before managing to break free; lured in by Varania for her gain; injured and amnesiatic, not knowing who he is or where he belongs.
Of course admitting to his lover that he'd spent time dealing with a demon stuck outside the Fade is, erm....potentially almost as unpleasant, so there's that.]
how should I put it
[Eh. The truth as best as he can name it seems good enough, clumsy as it is.]
A spirit. Ghost. Thing.
Loitered around the Gallows early on in the form of a young boy, unable to go back to the Fade. Also only visible to some. Knew a few of your friends, too, actually. Had quite a lot to say about Varric.
I spent so many weeks trying to shunt the little thing. Hissed up a storm. Bared my fangs and threatened it like you wouldn't believe.
Even ran away, once. Though in my defense, that was before I knew it wasn't alive.