@warplanet sent: i don't know how to stop this.
it was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, a breach in the sky. perhaps, what's even more surprising is that someone was able to tug at his morals enough to get him to postpone returning to antiva to finish his most recent contract. there will be no gold if there is no antiva to return to, he'd reasoned with himself. surely, this thing would spread beyond southern thedas if it were permitted to.
he didn't expect the inquisitor to be so... likable. of course, he expected people to like her, considering the title, but vax'ildan never anticipated being considered part of her inner circle. he made his way to skyhold with the others, traversing the mountains after the destruction of haven, and as soon as he found her sitting alone in one of the wings, he took his chance to speak with her. he cannot recall the last time they were able to do so.
β you'll find a way, i'm certain. β the castle is decorated with old, yet very fancy furniture that reminds him of his father's home. he's not sure if he likes it. it's free shelter, though, and he can't complain. especially not with his own room with four walls, a roof, and a bed. β that mark in your hand might not be from the maker, but you've learned to use it. if anyone in all of thedas can do it, it's you, hypatia. β vax'ildan offers her a smile, leaning forward in his seat. β perhaps you need a night away from this place. one where you can be you, not the inquisitor. before all this inquisition business, what was the perfect night for hypatia trevelyan? β
