[ It's a distant sound, like one spoken down the length of a long, empty hall, with wavering distortions; there are syllables where it sounds like another voice entirely, others where it's drowned out by the sound of stone cracking or water running. ]
We don't know if anything is getting through. I just wanted—in case it is, and we don't come back—
[ He's been trying to say good-bye for months; not outright, nothing to cause a fight, but saying other things. Trying to make sure there wasn't anything left that needed to be said, so if it came to that, to this, it would feel like the right time. Not too soon, not too unfinished.
So now he doesn't know what else to say. ]
It's nothing you could have stopped, [ he decides on, and maybe there would have been more, but instead there's a crash and a roar, and, ] Maker, [ and silence. ]
[ He's been walking down the path past the valley to meet with their tile merchant. More for the kitchen, the walls, the proper bath- He had expected to be contacted more often and the past few days silence has started to grate.
Of course, that means when he finally does hear word- it's terrifying. The Crystals did not warp in this way- they worked or they did not and he doesn't appreciate these magical shenanigans! ]
Alistair? Alistair!
[ As though shouting will force his words and his will through. As though that will close the distance. He's noticed every small discussion, every random question and gesture- a quiet goodbye without being a goodbye. They both knew something like this was coming- they do not lead such kind lives as to consider themselves fortunate enough to avoid death. But this-
It is not to be like this. ]
You promised. [ Like he meant it. Like it mattered. ] Bastard- you promised- [ All is silence. A roar like that? A crash with such force?
Zevran knows far better than to hope. Whatever happened. Whatever this was? The world grays out around the edges as he stumbles to the nearest tree and sinks down, sending crystal clutched tightly in his palm. Nothing he could have stopped? How was that supposed to help him with this? ]
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crystal, during fade stuff, waves vague hand at timeline.
Date: 2016-06-02 02:00 pm (UTC)[ It's a distant sound, like one spoken down the length of a long, empty hall, with wavering distortions; there are syllables where it sounds like another voice entirely, others where it's drowned out by the sound of stone cracking or water running. ]
We don't know if anything is getting through. I just wanted—in case it is, and we don't come back—
[ He's been trying to say good-bye for months; not outright, nothing to cause a fight, but saying other things. Trying to make sure there wasn't anything left that needed to be said, so if it came to that, to this, it would feel like the right time. Not too soon, not too unfinished.
So now he doesn't know what else to say. ]
It's nothing you could have stopped, [ he decides on, and maybe there would have been more, but instead there's a crash and a roar, and, ] Maker, [ and silence. ]
timelines, what are those?
Date: 2016-06-02 02:20 pm (UTC)Of course, that means when he finally does hear word- it's terrifying. The Crystals did not warp in this way- they worked or they did not and he doesn't appreciate these magical shenanigans! ]
Alistair? Alistair!
[ As though shouting will force his words and his will through. As though that will close the distance. He's noticed every small discussion, every random question and gesture- a quiet goodbye without being a goodbye. They both knew something like this was coming- they do not lead such kind lives as to consider themselves fortunate enough to avoid death. But this-
It is not to be like this. ]
You promised. [ Like he meant it. Like it mattered. ] Bastard- you promised- [ All is silence. A roar like that? A crash with such force?
Zevran knows far better than to hope. Whatever happened. Whatever this was? The world grays out around the edges as he stumbles to the nearest tree and sinks down, sending crystal clutched tightly in his palm. Nothing he could have stopped? How was that supposed to help him with this? ]