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wolfuncaged) wrote2015-01-29 01:00 am
wolfuncaged) wrote2015-01-29 01:00 am
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That's the frustrating part of this. If he had all the pieces of the puzzle, he'd be more comfortable with it. But he doesn't. His past is a gaping void to him. He doesn't even remember what his mother looks like, the sound of her voice. She's a blank face to him.
"She told me that after I killed him. After the threat was gone," he stares at Kirk's hand, exhaling softly.
Calm. Deep breaths.
"It hardly matters now. It won't change anything. It is what it is, and I won't get any more answers other than those."
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But, there did indeed seem little point in talking about it further. Fenris would either decide to carry that unfounded guilt on his shoulders, or choose to let it go. Kirk could force him to do neither, but he hoped he had given him new perspective on the matter at least. He patted his hand and let go, reaching instead to pick back up the book.
"What's your favorite of Varric's tales?" he asked him, keeping close enough to offer the comfort of proximity, but not enough to crowd if Fenris decided he wanted more room.
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Kirk would be right in his estimation. It's just one of the many burdens Fenris carries around with him. Something he will likely never have the chance to solve. He welcomes the change in subject, a smile playing across his lips.
"It isn't in this one- it's one of his fictional works. Hard in Hightown. Though he did, rather unsubtlely, put us all in it under different names. It's on the network, I believe."
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He leered at Fenris and waggled his brows at him. "So did you get get lucky between the pages?"
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"No. I was just a surly bartender."
So basically his life now.
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He glanced at the other volumes Fenris had, leaning his shoulder against the elf's.
"Could I borrow a few? I haven't had the chance to read any of Varric's tales yet, but maybe I should."
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He doesn't really do that. Unless grunts and occasional glares count as conversations. He doubts it.
He smiles, waving a hand at the books.
"Be my guest. I'm sure Varric would have liked the idea of other people beyond Thedas enjoying them."
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Kirk got up and went to the books, glancing at a few of the spines and picking out two of the books to start with. He smiled at them, looking back to Fenris and holding up the ones he'd chosen so he would know which he had taken.
"Anything good about you in either of these?" he teased him.
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"Not me specifically," a smile curves the corners of his mouth. "But there's plenty of 'Ferris' in there."
He absolutely used fingerquotes.
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"No relation, of course. Purely a fictional character," he grinned broadly.
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Screw you, Varric. At least the elf sounds amused.
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"Of course you won't mind if I come to you for clarification on a few things? You know, cultural differences and all," he continued with another quiet laugh. Fenris should absolutely take this to mean he would be teasing him about his portrayal in the novel, and said events.
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"Cultural differences, right. Of course, I wouldn't want you getting confused, now."
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"Oh yes, forbid," he nodded and exhaled a laugh before turning. "I should go, but I'll let you know what I think of the book when I finish it, shall I?"
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