#sacrificialarrow

"Some things are better left forgotten."

Van Helsing Sentence Starters

"It's funny you say that, as your actions have shown the opposite. Your attempts to tear down the veil alone show you don't wish to leave things in the past, forgotten."

When it came to Emmrich's thoughts of the other, they were complicated. He both admired some of his goals and acts, yet could not look past the harm he may have caused through that ritual. He wasn't sure why the Elven god had shown up to him. It seemed he was focused on Rook solely. Though today, when he closed his eyes, and fell to sleep, he'd looked over to see him.

               it had been three months since she had stood in front of the mirror. three months since she had last touched it. thira had forced herself to stop coming to this room and for so long, so very long, she had resisted. but she stood here in the old storage room and stared up at the eluvian, eyes tracing over the rippled surface that threw back a distorted image of nothing; perhaps that was why it was so unsettling. the mirror reflected nothing of the room behind her and she knew it. but something had woken her from her sleep ( and how little of that she got these days, plagued by nightmares, plagued by dreams in which she felt as if she were watched. ) and drawn her down here.

               hot tears threatened for a moment, tears that she could not seem to stop any time they started, but she drew in a sharp breath now and then laid her hand on the surface, watching it ripple slightly before she was reaching out with her power. from time to time, she made attempts to activate it and return to the place that morrigan had named the crossroads. something about the area haunted her, though whether it was from a forgotten racial memory or something else remained unclear even to her. but this time, this time her magic seemed to work and she watched as the surface became that swirling morass of energy. a moment of hesitation was all that she allowed herself before she stepped through, leaving skyhold behind. 

"The look on your face says there is more on your mind."

How did he always know...?

Aeonrean wanted to hold their tongue, their problems could wait. She crossed her arms, and paced along her side of the rift that was between them in the fade. She was only here through meditation. They more than likely couldn't touch him. Couldn't hug him. Couldn't do anything but talk.

"I just...Have a question."

They mumbled, playing with their hands gently. Tapping their fingers together one by one. Working up the courage. Eyes closing as brows furrowed.

fear fluttered against his ribcage, a frightened bird all too aware of its master's mortality. it had been peacefully slumbering in its nest of childish dreams before solas had so comfortlessly awakened it to reality. " i know. i will remember, " the taller elf muttered, eyes drifting low with worry.

"I would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you." ( Not Solas subtly admitting to a level of fear, but wanting it anyway. )

"Why must you be so violent with your words?"

Emmrich approached the elf, hands moving to his cheeks as he sighed softly. His eyes full of adoration gained through the time they spent together in the inquisition, and now their time with the veilguard. Stopping the Evanuris. He sighed, gently running his thumb over the other's injuries.

Not caring that blood now stained his hands, as they began to glow. Applying healing magic to the other.

"That which is unknown can create unease, even fear. It is to be expected."

"Yes. I've picked that apprehension off of you before. Unless I am mistaking it for something else?"

The demon asks, all four arms resting behind their back as they turn their head to the elf. A god among mere mortals, but drastically weakened. The otherworldliness of Solas was painfully hard to ignore.