( She laughs at that, shaking her head. The laughter's still short lived, but it's honest, and she appreciates the spontaneity of it all. )
No, no, Inquisitor's fine, thank you. Unless you feel moved to add on another nickname. Far be it from me to stop you, hmm?
( She shifts, letting her staff rest against her shoulder as he mentions teamwork. The base core of everything she did, in her past, present, and as dictates in her future. Hopefully with less corruption within a team, but that's neither here nor there in the moment.
It's also out of her mind when the rest of his words settle. She stills, studying his face, before she bends her neck and nods. Ellana doesn't have a great deal of experience with such possibilities, but she can stretch her mind easily enough around them, if simply for living with the horrors of the world where Corypehus won, and now existing here. )
We're a decently sized clan. Makes me wonder if I was ever part of his world, in any form, or if in either one we were unique in our birthing in the first place.
( Her smile is small, her expression briefly tired in a soul-weary way before she seems to literally shrug it off, her staff falling toward her good hand. She catches it, then squats, settling it on the ground. )
If there's ever a time that discussing what I learn from that forward position feels worthwhile... there's no indication that what we learn here comes with us back to the rest of ourselves. Or that's what the fox told me when I asked, or close to it. But if you do feel the urge, I'm here to talk about how good it felt to finally rip Corypheus apart without him being able to jump body to survive. And anything else. If you ask.
( Her smile as she rises is sharp, her gaze flicking toward the cube. Hawke, she suspects, would understand that appeal as well. It's nothing she figures worth mentioning. Varric would already know, unless his relationship to the Hawke he knew was somehow wildly, drastically different from what she knew of her Varric's relationship with the same person.
... Goodness, were their Hawkes subtly or significantly different too? )
Was yours also first? Or was he one of the clan's hunters? Did he have better taste in lovers?
( The twitch of her lips makes it apparent the last question is something of a jest: she doesn't feel a driving need to know what her counterpart in Varric's world post-explosion found to address the loneliness their strange, isolating position brought along with it. Everyone handled such things differently. It wasn't hers to need to know.
Ellana's fingers splay out, then roll in, limbering the joints and reflexes of her hand. Preparing for motion, much more physical, much less magical. Her next words are almost an afterthought, conversational. There are discussions on discussions she won't have with Varric without him asking, but this? This just sets up a punchline if they ever do. )
For the record, I made some very interesting choices concerning Chuckles.
( All the same, as she slings off the contraption at her back to set next to her staff, she nods toward the frantically bobbing cube. )
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No, no, Inquisitor's fine, thank you. Unless you feel moved to add on another nickname. Far be it from me to stop you, hmm?
( She shifts, letting her staff rest against her shoulder as he mentions teamwork. The base core of everything she did, in her past, present, and as dictates in her future. Hopefully with less corruption within a team, but that's neither here nor there in the moment.
It's also out of her mind when the rest of his words settle. She stills, studying his face, before she bends her neck and nods. Ellana doesn't have a great deal of experience with such possibilities, but she can stretch her mind easily enough around them, if simply for living with the horrors of the world where Corypehus won, and now existing here. )
We're a decently sized clan. Makes me wonder if I was ever part of his world, in any form, or if in either one we were unique in our birthing in the first place.
( Her smile is small, her expression briefly tired in a soul-weary way before she seems to literally shrug it off, her staff falling toward her good hand. She catches it, then squats, settling it on the ground. )
If there's ever a time that discussing what I learn from that forward position feels worthwhile... there's no indication that what we learn here comes with us back to the rest of ourselves. Or that's what the fox told me when I asked, or close to it. But if you do feel the urge, I'm here to talk about how good it felt to finally rip Corypheus apart without him being able to jump body to survive. And anything else. If you ask.
( Her smile as she rises is sharp, her gaze flicking toward the cube. Hawke, she suspects, would understand that appeal as well. It's nothing she figures worth mentioning. Varric would already know, unless his relationship to the Hawke he knew was somehow wildly, drastically different from what she knew of her Varric's relationship with the same person.
... Goodness, were their Hawkes subtly or significantly different too? )
Was yours also first? Or was he one of the clan's hunters? Did he have better taste in lovers?
( The twitch of her lips makes it apparent the last question is something of a jest: she doesn't feel a driving need to know what her counterpart in Varric's world post-explosion found to address the loneliness their strange, isolating position brought along with it. Everyone handled such things differently. It wasn't hers to need to know.
Ellana's fingers splay out, then roll in, limbering the joints and reflexes of her hand. Preparing for motion, much more physical, much less magical. Her next words are almost an afterthought, conversational. There are discussions on discussions she won't have with Varric without him asking, but this? This just sets up a punchline if they ever do. )
For the record, I made some very interesting choices concerning Chuckles.
( All the same, as she slings off the contraption at her back to set next to her staff, she nods toward the frantically bobbing cube. )
Shall we?