"We can leave now," Moro tells him, after a beat of silence she adds. "I know you are hurting from his loss. But I still do not appreciate the remarks you made."
Elgar'nan's mouth remains in a down turned state of melancholy, but he gives slow short nods.
"Unbecoming. And insensitive." Elgar'nan adds, it's the closest she will get to an apology.
The All-Father reaches out for her hands, and Moro flinches, takes a step back.
"Not today Moro…do not fight me today…please…"
His voice comes out so tired and so forlorn. An appeal for her compassion. Moro exhales through her nose, hesitantly gives him her hand and let's him pull her close. "I was starting to think you kept using pet names because you didn't know my name."
Elgar'nan chuckles, though it lacks any of his usual arrogance or bravado. He takes her hands and guides her to cup his face, makes her hold him as his eyes shut and he basks in her touch. In this state Moro reflects and she thinks more than in any other moment she sees the tens of thousand and more years chiselled into his tired face.
She remarks to herself - gods forbid she say it out loud - but his behaviour reminded her so much of Solas. The seeking out of physical intimacy for grounding, reassurance. Feeling things so profoundly and so deeply it sometimes became too much to bare.
Was this the burden of eternity? A shackle that her father had escaped. Was his acceptance of what the world became that made him mortal? Izem may have died old and grey yet even he could not match the weariness she had to watch and comfort for men like Elgar'nan and Solas.
"The irony to infantalize us all, while you hide beneath my skirts."
Went back to read Estranged Lineage and realised there were sooooo many misspellings and grammar mistakes so that has been corrected (to the best of my ability)
The above is from chapter 13, one of many chapters I enjoyed writing. Might upload a few bits and pieces from different chapters.
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