#dalishdelights

// I wasn’t the only one who thought of this?

   why not use gold as shading?   

   ooo! :o I thought it kinda looked blue oops xD   

          ✖ With only a small warning of his presence he wraps an arm around the assassin, turning her to face him, to catch her in a gentle kiss. && through it all he’s smiling, eyes closed && touch light. There’s something different about him, in his looks && demeanor -- Kaey seems renewed, happier && lighter than he’d been before. After a moment he withdraws, grey eyes opening, smile setting more firmly into his lips as he watches the elf in his arms.

          ✖ “I don’t want you to go without me, I’d rather be with you.” The rogue exhales tiredly, rubbing his forehead. Ever since the Exalted Council he’d been on edge, more that usual -- after watching the pain the other elf had been through, standing helpless as she suffered, Kaey didn’t feel like staying to the side anymore. Of course he trusted her, && the agents she’d take with her, but right then he didn’t want to leave anything to chance; he’d nearly lost her once, he wasn’t willing to go through that trauma again. He wasn’t willingly to stand passive again, if there was something he could do he would do it!

     “You can’t just... leave me here to worry. You’re going to the Tevinter Imperium Narni, I have business there that I can attend to while you’re working.” He says, finally meeting the woman’s gaze with obvious concern -- he’d stopped trying to hide how he really felt months ago, it only seemed to make things worse for them. If he wasn’t honest then he risked not being able to say goodbye, not being able to hold her one last time... if it was the last time.

    “Kaey, come here.”     His suffering, something she wasn’t fond of seeing in him. His crippling fear of returning to the Crows. If it were possible she sure as hell would make it easier on him without actually losing him. Kaey deserved so much more.     Even then, she pulls him into a tight embrace. One she would hope he felt the love she had for him in. How much he mattered to her and that she would take the pain away for him. In his turmoil where she imagined him in iron hot shackles holding him back by a demonic, iron bird tugging away at hooks in his back. Wringing his flesh as painful as dragon’s spit would be for her. Overly irrational way to imagine it but it’s how she tried to see it as. He was a bird trapped in his own cage, unable to find the door out among the bars of confusion. A maze with hardly any good view of anyone outside ofi t.         “We’ll find a way to make it stop together.”

          ✖ There were always moments of weakness, instances of broken armor, his true emotion showing through the facade he wore to protect himself, && to protect others from him. No one had to know the pain he suffered, && few did -- his mind was haunted by demons, fraught with nightmares. He always seemed so steadfast, so calm, yet internally he was shaking, shaken by what he could not shake from his thoughts. Memories, terrors, illusions, hallucinations of a sleep deprived mind. 

     Kaey tried to sleep, but he couldn’t, not when his shadows stalked so closely, not when there was someone there to hear him cry out in the night, to know his weakness.

     Narni knew, && she tried to make it better, but there was little to do for him.

     “If I go back...” The elf shakes his head, pressing close, painfully close, as if though he wishes to disappear into her skin. He clings like a scared child, fingers trembling as they grasp at her with quiet desperation, a wordless plea to be held, to have something solid in his hands. Thoughts always flitted through his mind, mostly easily dismissed, then sometimes it all became too much to take, && he fell prey to those dark words, dredged from the darkness of his mind.

     He would never be free of his chains, of the cage he had confined himself into to preserve himself, to keep his sanity && soul in tact. But at what cost? The rogue was a broken man, a tattered excuse for a heartless assassin; he had endured years of trials && tortures only to fail himself when released to his own devices. Maybe he had been better off in those chains of allegiance, stuck in service where he had meaning && had no means to fight. But now he was out here, in the world, scarred && haunted && lost. This was not the world he had known.

     && she would be his guide, but after living in the dark so long how could he trust her to lead him? Blindfolded as he was by his past, blinded by his fears... could she really save him?

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