Fade Rift - InBox

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Notes. Letters. Crystals. Angry Missives To Give Back Socks. Y'know.

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crystals;

[aestivation]

Serah Agassi.

[ it's flat, distant. etcetera. ]

This is Casimir Lyov, I serve the Inquisition's research division. It's been suggested I speak with you regarding a project.

Re: crystals;

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

[It took Adasse a moment to answer - he had been lying down on his bed reading while Coco slept on his stomach and the crystal was on the other side of the damned room. He rolled oveer and snagged it, fumbled it on, and ... Huh.]

Er. Right. Hello.

[What weird voice this bloke had.]

... what project?

crystal

[samahl]

Hello my darling Adasse.

Do you think I could take some of your time to discuss something?

Crystal

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Sure, Beautiful, what's on your mind?

crystal

[writteninblood]

Did you know, someone is up and about again? You have three guesses.

Sorry this is so late I've been in a funk!

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Someone is up and about again ... Hmmm. Champion of Kirkwall?

[Letter]

[writteninblood]

Adasse Agassi
Scouting Division
Courtesy of The Inquisition: The Gallows, Kirkwall

[The letter is dated a few days after Sorrel's departure, and it arrives not long after that-- somehow. It begins:]

Beleth, I know you're reading this, so stop it. It's nothing you don't know and most of it's mushy. Quit it.


To Adasse:
Well, I've made it. I'm writing this from the Clan's camp, and because I promised I would, I'll make sure it's sent to you as soon as I can. It was an uneventful trip, and it's good to be home, but I still miss you. It's strange, being home again. Everyone seems shorter, somehow, and the younger Halla don't remember me, though their mothers do. I missed them all, but I can't help but wonder what you would think of it, if you were here. But, you'd probably be miserable camping out here in the wilderness all the time, so it's probably for the best.

[The bottom half of the page is overtaken by a drawing, in charcoal, of a baby Halla, all wide, dark eyes, oversized ears and horn-buds barely visible. It's helpfully labeled "baby Halla".]

I know it's only been a few days, but it feels like so much longer. Remember to take care of yourself, don't get into too much trouble, and that I love you. I love you. I love you. It can't count for much, at this distance, but it's all I've got.

Yours always,

Sorellean Ashara

PS: The shirt does fit perfectly. It's my new favorite thing.

[Letter]

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Hey Sweetheart,

I know your sister is reading this too, so let me start off with saying - I love you, I miss you, I love you a thousand times over and when I see you again I'm going to kiss that silly smile of yours into existence.

It's weird, here, without you. I feel like I have all this time on my hands and I don't know what to do with myself. Been out riding a bit, working a bit more, and I got a mission out of town so if you do send back a letter, don't be surprised if it takes me a bit longer to get back to you. No worries, I'll be thinking of you the entire time anyways, so if you feel the wind kissing your cheek? Just me, love. Just me.

I cannot wait for your return - had some half-assed ideas about traveling out to the Dalish camp. Know I can't, know I won't be welcome, but you ever need me to? I'm there.

I love you a thousand times over.

Always yours,

Adasse Agassi

crystal

[writteninblood]

Adasse, I've just thought of something, but to know if I'm crazy or not, I need you to answer a question.

Re: crystal

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

All right, sweetheart. Hit me.

[crystal]

[writteninblood]

Adasse, do you know where best to get shoes?

Or... have them made or... Something. The requisition officer gave me these but they hurt. I'm told I need them, or else.

[crystal]

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Yeah I know where to get shoes - or else what?

[crystal]

[writteninblood]

Adaaaaaaaaaa.... si.

[Someone's been into the wine.]

Dassi. Dasi I'm. I love you. You have to be told.

Re: [crystal]

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

[Whut.]

...Sorrel? Where are you?

[Sleepy Adasse is confused Adasse.]

Are you - drunk?

Crystal to Sorrel -after the ghosts have been vanquished

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Sorrel? Sorrel where are you? The ghosts are gone - so I know you've got to be done with whatever you've had to do.

[Breathless, worried, and jogging around the Gallows.]

You better answer me before I charge all over the place.

[writteninblood]

[Sorrel knows he's been... absent, lately. He's been buried in work, until it's all he can do to stumble into bed at the end of the day. He's...been coping, in his own way. But tonight, he stops in the door, head low, and he...sighs. And then looks up and sees that he isn't alone; Adasse is here. And awake. Ah. Caught.]

...Hi, 'Dasse.

[He probably looks as hangdog as he feels, guilty and worn.]

I... [He struggles, how to explain, how to express... any of it.] ...I'm sorry.

[It's reflexive response, apologizing because he doesn't know what else to say. Hoping for forgiveness, even for honest emotion genuinely felt. For coping poorly. For leaving Adasse in the dark.]

I've been pretty awful lately, haven't I?

[Since Beleth left, he means, and no word nor limit to how long. Since she's been gone.]

Are you... m ...mad?

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

[Adasse looks up, his dark gaze narrowing thoughtfully for a moment, before he exhales and tips his head down over the scroll he is trying to work his way through. He knows Sorrel has been avoiding him - or at least avoiding everyone. He Thinks it has to do with Beleth leaving in the middle of the night and not saying who with what or the where.

At least, that's what he's hoping.]

Hey, love.

[He looks up at the apology, surprised and with a sudden twist to his stomach. Why, what did you do?, which is immediately followed by relief. This is not an admission of some unnamed crime, some dalliance in the shadows. Just ... Sorrel not being able to deal and shutting Adasse out.]

I'm not mad. [He puts the scroll aside, frowning for a moment.] I'm worried. You're fading, sweetheart. Right before my eyes.

crystal; current (still want to go mini-stealing? ♥)

[coquettish_trees]

This the enterprising fellow who volunteered his lightfingered services during that ill-favored wave of truth that came over the island, is it not?

If the offer has not been withdrawn, I do in fact have a job that requires your expertise.

Re: crystal; current (still want to go mini-stealing? ♥)

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Er. Maybe.

[Sneaky looks side to side might be sneaky.]

I'm going to switch this over to a private Crystal that cannot be tracked and used against me with Aveline, if that's all right.

[crystal]

[writteninblood]

Hey, 'Dasse. You know what I realized, today?

[there is an appropriate pause]

It's been nearly two years since I decide to come to Kirkwall.

Re: [crystal]

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Huh! So that means ... it's going to be our two year anniversary in a few months.

[It wasn't long after that, that he and Sorrel met, after all. Months later, after Sina's death, when they came together.]

[action, at night somewhere?]

[writteninblood]

How.... bothered, would you be, if I went. On another mission, so soon?

[This said in that particularly tactful way that Sorrel has of indicating that he is not being entirely honest. More to the point, that he's trying to apologize for it, in his own way, and after the fact.]

And that it might be... a little dangerous. Only a little. Mostly just magic things.

[Don't hate him, Adasse!]

Re: [action, at night somewhere?]

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

[A deep sigh left Adasse's lips as he looked over at his lover. One dark eyebrow raised.]

Where did you volunteer to go, Sorrel?

crystal

[writteninblood]

Soo... Satinalia.

[Sorrel is somewhere noisy. Lowtown markets maybe? It's not his favorite place; he doesn't like the press and shove. Must be something to get him out there on his own.]

I can't help but notice it's coming up. And... I think I've more or less ignored it, last few years. But. Do you do much, for it? Or did you or... I'm babbling.

Re: crystal

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

I usually hand-make my gifts, but that is it. We never really had a lot of money, during ... any of it. So yeah. Why, would you like to celebrate it?

Don't mind me, just scooting in here with a nice Christmas surprise

[writteninblood]

It finally happened, and when it did, it was perhaps inevitable that it would happen at a pub; that was the day Sorrel first met Adasse's friends.

Or, more accurately, it was the night he met them, the thieves and rogues perhaps more accurately called a colleague than a bosom-buddy. Still, they were good for a laugh and a night, and all had known one another for a long time. Knife-ears got to stick together, after all, and watch one another's back. If you couldn't trust another good-for-nothing to see your side of things, then who could you trust, after all?

They were all sitting together, sharing a table, Adasse and his mates, ranged around half-lazily; Adasse had his back to the door. The latest hand of Grace had just been dealt, when one suddenly sat up a little straighter and smirked into his cards.

"Do not look, lads, but when you do there's a long line of sweetness just came in and it's all mine."

Which, of course, was clue enough that half of them snuck glances, over Adasse's shoulder and past him to who'd come in, murmuring their own opinions. Oh, I'm for women, me, was a common echo, but it wasn't universal. Nice eyes, was another. And then, after a pause, nice arse.

Nothing like a night of objectifying the unwitting public to settle a man's soul, am I right?

Re: Don't mind me, just scooting in here with a nice Christmas surprise

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Adasse himself kept an eye on his cards -- and resisted the unholy temptation to look at the cards of the players around him. Still, Dagger Eli was dealing tonight and Adasse had absolutely no desire to get something sharp and pointy through his hand for cheating.

Instead he considered his hand, and considered the odds as he drawled, "I'd like to remind you, Dyni, the last time you called 'dibs' n a 'long line of sweetness' -- he ended up being the best archer in all of Cumberland, and nearly had your balls for bullseyes."

He smirked over at Dyni. "Remember - fight in your weight class. Two cards, Eli."

A sip of wine, and he shifted back in his seat, pressing his cards to his chest so he could glance sideways and see if he could catch a glimpse of just how out-classed Dyni was.