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ᴇɴɴᴀʀɪs "𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰" ᴛᴀᴠᴀɴᴇ ([personal profile] aberratic) wrote2024-07-11 08:06 pm

𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙


SENDING CRYSTAL
PASSING NOTES
IN PERSON


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[personal profile] portalling 2025-07-01 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
It’s nice seeing her smile again, bright and excitable. It makes his own expression soften, in both fondness and relief.

Stephen scoots back a little so he’s not quite so close, no longer all up in her business for the examination. “It was, yes,” he says. “If only Volante had finished his experiments, the penicilin would have helped a great deal. But without any actual antibiotics yet… we’ve nothing to combat an infection effectively.”

He hesitates over the next point. He doesn’t want her to feel to blame any more than she already does.

“I suspect your bones being crushed by the bookcase also complicated matters. It wasn’t as clean of an amputation as it could’ve been otherwise, in a fully-controlled environment. Your body was worn out, undertaking the recovery and regrowing tissue and fighting the infection alike. Sometimes it’s just too much.”
Edited (typo typo) 2025-07-01 00:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] portalling 2025-07-16 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
“We did. At the start you were fine, mostly wanting work to keep yourself busy, but towards the end I can’t say it was very coherent. You weren’t always aware where you were; I think you were mixed up with Candlekeep a few times. Your magic went a little haywire, but nothing serious; not beyond what any other rifter might do when trying to grasp their powers.”

All of it is delivered like a brisk after-action report, because he, too, would have wanted to know what he did when he was out of it. But then Stephen hesitates. “You called me… Osu, I believe. Is that someone you knew back home?”

The unfamiliar word had sounded significant: a proper noun, perhaps someone’s name.
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[personal profile] portalling 2025-07-30 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The awkwardness is reciprocated, and she can see it in the suddenly sheepish way that Stephen averts his gaze for a moment, glancing off to the side as if there’s something terrifically interesting on the wall of the infirmary (oh, look at that poster, is it a little askew? does he need to straighten it?). He’s an arrogant man, confident and self-assured, but there’s something about this topic in particular which strikes him off-balance, fueled further by her own embarrassment.

He’d very specifically said to Gwenaëlle that he didn’t want kids. It had been a whole conversation. Funny, how he winds up here anyway—

“It does happen,” Stephen says slowly, cagily. It’s a handy excuse, but he’s also seen Vazeiros — or at least a dreamed-up version of him — and knows that they don’t look much alike, between the purple skin and white hair and height.

So eventually, he adds: “Freudian slips— that is, slips of the tongue happen. It’s fine. I mean, frankly I’m surprised I haven’t accidentally called you America yet.”
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[personal profile] portalling 2025-08-21 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
“No,” is the automatic answer, without even having to stop to think about it, almost smiling in the response. Stephen hasn’t mentioned the girl much to anyone in detail, besides marvelling at America’s abilities and their implications, what it might mean to be able to open your own personal rifts in Thedas or be able to go home, but— there’s still a fondness in his voice when he speaks of her.

“Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, the two of you don’t look at all alike. And in personality, she’s… well, ruder. Impatient. Punchy, literally and figuratively. But in other ways…”

He trails off, trying to figure out what drew the line between them besides the fact that they’re his mentees. There had to be something else which didn’t have anything to do with him.

In the end, he settles on: “She was initially afraid of her powers, too. And she’s curious and determined and independent. So, in some ways, I suppose you’re alike.”