Casimir Lyov (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aestivation) wrote2017-09-17 09:28 pm
aestivation) wrote2017-09-17 09:28 pm
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[ crystals, letters, private scenes ]
[ crystals, letters, private scenes ]
[ crystals, letters, private scenes ]
[ crystals, letters, private scenes ]
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That is not—if we do this—we are doing everything right. We will not be able to say we can do better next time. If it goes wrong, if you wind up hurting someone, if.
[ If.
He could have continued. Pessimism, like anger and alcohol, loosens his tongue. But it also makes him forget for a moment and raise his chin, even heights leaving them eye to hollowed eye with the brand hovering just there, unavoidable at the edge of Kostos’ focus, and he stumbles into a pause.
The right thing to do is a difficult concept. The right thing for whom. How immediately. For how long. At what cost. But Kostos has been discarding what he should and shouldn’t do to in favor of what he can and can’t stand to let happen in front of him for a while now, and this isn’t about wanting to turn back. He beats the urge to look back down. ]
It will not only be your life. You will mean something for the rest of us.
[ He doesn’t mean it as cruelly as it might sound. Not quite. ]
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doesn't need to ask, not searching kostos’ eyes for perhaps the first time in a year (in many more). a touch of light had split the ache in his head from center-skull to seam; a flood of awareness, responsibility.
unpleasant. and here they are, hurtling toward repetition. he shuts the book. ]
You could still find another.
[ skyhold must have prospects, lesser chances to take. there'd be no I'll feeling to overcome; he would but cease to examine the possibility, a path slipped into fade.
myrobalan would pose a difficulty. but myrobalan adapts. ]
What will you do, if the meaning isn’t what you'd hoped?
[ this bloody history doesn’t fall square upon his little shelf. there’s only so much that casimir can control for; a point where any assurances he’d offer lose shape. ]
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Change it.
[ He'll ask the Maker's forgiveness later. ]
If you— [ That. Kostos gestures to the book. There was never a time he looked up to Casimir, not unequivocally; as a teenager (and adult, and ever) he was self-righteous in his self-loathing, a twisted arrogance toward anyone who didn't understand how horrible they were. But it was a cousin of jealousy. Enviable and stupid and brave, to follow interests where they lead, to crawl under the bed at night to have a look instead of keeping one's limbs away from the edges of the mattress. Nikos was usually the one to check, and to fake thumping and strangulation beneath the mattress.
But this isn't just a child's fear. There is something underneath, lurking. ]
You have to tell us. We have to handle it ourselves. You cannot make us find out the hard way.
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[ there’s no telling whether it’s possible to go back.
if that were all this were, a decision to made and unmade, then agreement would be easy. he might later object, as he’d objected once before — but that wouldn’t matter long. this life has been peaceful, productive; knelt in the grass the thought had crossed his mind to miss it. dread only precedes relief.
they don’t know that it works like that. that a door stripped from hinges may be shut again. he nods; it’s not agreement. not yet. ]
You asked me whether I wanted this; I haven’t forgotten. I’ve chosen to honour my wishes.
[ pronouns are too imprecise for this. a slight pause, a hitch in vocabulary. ]
But I don’t want to die, Kostos. That must be heard as well. I must be. [ as he is now. not assurances, then, but an exchange: ] If I tell you, if I’m to be handled, you have to try.
[ surely someone in the inquisition has a brand. ]
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But he nods anyway. ]
Whatever I can do.
[ Unless Casimir doesn’t want it anymore. Or maybe even if he does. Whether his opinion counts for more or less as he is now is a question they are all being mercifully spared from answering by his ongoing cooperation. Is he one person, inhibited, or one person, enhanced, or two people, split, sharing a body and a life, with two equally valid desires. If he had refused once the feelings faded—
It doesn’t matter now what they would have done then. ]
Thank you.
[ For honoring his wishes, his wishes. Whichever. Whatever. Kostos squares his shoulders and raises his chin. ]
That was all. I’ll.
[ Go. ]
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[ It’s — not the right thing to say. It’s all that he can think to. The guidebooks don’t cover this, not filed between childhood friend and mutual risk.
Possibly he’d find something in Orlais. ]
If you require anything, [ There. Familiar ground. ] I'm here.
[ If not, perhaps, as he'd been in the woods. ]