𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙.

[thunderproof]

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[dirth]

Do you think it so easy for me? After a millennia if sleep, watching this world crumble? Do you think that I would welcome a girl discovering who I am, naming me a God, demanding I allow her aid in the most personal of all my ventures?

[ A sigh. ]

This is why I did not accept your aid outright. You cannot see beyond what is in front of you, not in this. [ And then,

quieter. ]

I am afraid, Adalia. None of this is comfortable for me.

[thunderproof]

❰ she can appreciate that... and yet. ❱

You prick.

❰ as if being afraid gives him the right to ignore her after she was imprisoned for a month, dying girlfriend or no. ❱

I never asked you to welcome anything, or to be comfortable, I just wanted you to let me belong! To do something good! Do you know where I got my scar? Do you know what I was doing, before I came to Thedas? Do you know anything about me at all?

❰ she's fuming, quiet in her rage like she never has been before. ❱

I've worked with a god before — and I know you're not one, shut up, just let me tell you my story, fuck's sake. I've worked with a god, in secret, and never told a soul. More than a year I've kept that secret, even here where it didn't fucking matter, you know why?

Because I can see beyond what is in front of me. My worst and only sin against you is being too clever for your comfort, and you want me to grovel at your feet because I found out your terrible secret and only asked to serve you.

[dirth]

You have no idea what you are demanding from me and it seems as though you have no inclination to attempt to try.

[ His voice is low, now, quiet. Intense. Dangerous. ]

I do not wish for you to grovel. I do not wish for you to serve me. If you knew anything of me, as you so proudly proclaimed, you would know better than to even ask. I do not have the time to deal with your childish tantrum no more than I have the time for your assumptions of who I am or what I want. I had no reason to trust you and I am not inclined to do it now. Not if this is how to intend to direct yourself.

[ His voice does not get any softer. ]

I no longer wish to speak with you, Adalia. Not if this is how to treat something of this importance. Not with me. I will not tolerate it. If you decide that you are capable of speaking to me as though I am afforded any respect by someone so beloved and important by Gods then, please, bless me with your company. Until then I beg for your silence, because I have no interest in what you have to say.

[ And he is gone, crystal left in his room, door shutting behind him. ]