But he- [But he hadn't, Kion was realizing, with a slowly dawning horror. Even whenever another had been in the room, they'd never interacted with Varric that he could recall. Anything that even sounded like it might have been an exchange had been... commentary that didn't require response.
It made Beleth's comments when they'd had their fight before the chaos with Triton make... an unpleasant amount of sense.
No wonder he hadn't felt any comfort when he'd sent off his lanterns. He'd been missing one.
The ground almost seemed to be sliding under his feet, and he lifted a hand to rake over his hair, gaze dropping as he struggled with the truth that Solas was offering, quavering fingers tensing against braids.]
I- I think I'm going to be sick.
[Barely hearing Solas's apology through the pulse pounding through his ears, his own vague sort of tone muted like he was hearing it from under water's surface.
It took a long moment before he moved farther, seeming to almost start into motion not unlike a startled halla, a clumsy step back, rather than closer like what Solas might have expected. Another step, still unsteady but seeming to shake from the freeze of the seconds before, wide eyes skittering briefly up to meet Solas' as he let out a shaky exhale of breath.] I-
We... Later- [Whatever he wanted to say wouldn't come, and he shook his head, turning on his heel to all but flee Solas' home. Where he intended to go? It was hard to say if even he knew in the moment. Somewhere else was the only idea he'd managed to latch onto amidst the internal tumult.]
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It made Beleth's comments when they'd had their fight before the chaos with Triton make... an unpleasant amount of sense.
No wonder he hadn't felt any comfort when he'd sent off his lanterns. He'd been missing one.
The ground almost seemed to be sliding under his feet, and he lifted a hand to rake over his hair, gaze dropping as he struggled with the truth that Solas was offering, quavering fingers tensing against braids.]
I- I think I'm going to be sick.
[Barely hearing Solas's apology through the pulse pounding through his ears, his own vague sort of tone muted like he was hearing it from under water's surface.
It took a long moment before he moved farther, seeming to almost start into motion not unlike a startled halla, a clumsy step back, rather than closer like what Solas might have expected. Another step, still unsteady but seeming to shake from the freeze of the seconds before, wide eyes skittering briefly up to meet Solas' as he let out a shaky exhale of breath.] I-
We... Later- [Whatever he wanted to say wouldn't come, and he shook his head, turning on his heel to all but flee Solas' home. Where he intended to go? It was hard to say if even he knew in the moment. Somewhere else was the only idea he'd managed to latch onto amidst the internal tumult.]