Multimuse written by Chris.
I’ve dissolved Cole from here and moved him to my multimuse. Any threads you wish to continue hmu over there and I will do so, otherwise they will be dropped!
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Multimuse written by Chris.
I’ve dissolved Cole from here and moved him to my multimuse. Any threads you wish to continue hmu over there and I will do so, otherwise they will be dropped!
Multimuse written by Chris.
I’ve dissolved Cole from here and moved him to my multimuse. Any threads you wish to continue hmu over there and I will do so, otherwise they will be dropped!
Multimuse written by Chris.
I’ve dissolved Cole from here and moved him to my multimuse. Any threads you wish to continue hmu over there and I will do so, otherwise they will be dropped!
ownthisday:
Sera doesn’t move away now, Cole’s movements either too subtle to notice or his words reaching her just enough that she doesn’t fully close herself off.
That simple sentence… They’re not back yet. It sends a shiver through Sera, draws a memory up to scratch at the back of her mind though there is no clarity to it, just a feeling, just a flash of faces, “You don’t make sense! Speakin’ of people, talk about people things!” Her harsh words cover the fact that, terrifyingly, what he says does resonate. She just doesn’t want it to.
Fear settles heavy in her chest, her lips twisting down, “This is stupid! You’re just messin’ with me! You’re just sayin’ shite but it don’t mean anything!” Another lie. It means too much, but she doesn’t even really understand why, “I’m not alone! Already said I’m part of something. I’m part of real people doing real people things!”
Cole worries his bottom lip between his teeth, and steeples his fingers together, tapping anxiously. “I... No. I’m sorry. I made it worse. I didn’t mean to. I thought it would help.. to know. But I can’t... I can try. To make you forget. But I don’t think it will work; not with you. Not with An Other. You already remember, even if you tried to forget.”
He seems stressed now, and his voice quickens in pace as a consequence. “I .. can’t take it away from you. I didn’t put it there. I’m sorry. I...” He’s lost for words, he doesn’t want to keep speaking, he can feel that he’s only making it worse. He reaches out in an attempt to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Somehow now he’s too close, only inches away from her.
ownthisday:
Sera doesn’t seem to notice him move closer, but she does tense, a physical manifestation of the conflict and discomfort he’s bringing up in her.
“Another? Another what? People? That’s stupid! Don’t need other people than the ones that do things where it matters and not just cos their ears are pointy. People hate just cos you are or aren’t enough of a people that’s all made up! And I-” she cuts off, glances over at him, confusion and horror written across her face, “Wait what you mean ‘yet’?”
He keeps moving closer, albeit imperceptibly, and now without actually meaning to- a benefit(?) of being who he is.
“They’re not back yet.” He replies simply to her question, and continues as if that had made perfect sense.
“Another, people, yes. But no. An other. The same as you but not you. It isn’t stupid. You don’t need them, but they need you. It’s not the ears that make the people, it’s the people. You matter. Already, but more. Don’t be afraid. You won’t be alone.”
ownthisday:
Sera’s scowl deepens and, subconsciously or not, she puts just a little more distance between herself and Cole, “Yeah, I know I’ve got people! People people. The friends. I’m part of somethin’. People somethin’. But that don’t mean I’ve got to be in some made up lines of what’s really people like all that elfy pish!”
“Yes,” Cole nods in agreement, noticing the subtle change in the space between them and making up the distance by moving closer.
“Jennies without Jenny. But others, too. Another. You don’t want to be ‘elfy’; you don’t have to be. Not yet.”
Thinking about this.
I might... I might just make this a single-verse blog, for ease. No duplicates. OCs always welcome but exclusive to one canon per char, and one Inquisitor.
This isn’t set in stone, it’s just a thought. It requires more thinking. I’ll announce if i decide to do that.
ownthisday:
Instinctively, a hand lifts to her right ear where a jagged scar leaves it ragged. Her lips twist down, a scowl tugging at them though her eyes are more afraid than angry, “Don’t wanna belong. Belonging’s stupid.”
“You don’t mean that.” Cole sighs quietly. It's fear and anger that keeps people from saying what they mean, he knows this, but it’s more difficult to help when they won’t be honest with themselves. “But you don’t have to be afraid. You have a people.”
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He seems unsure, not exactly self-conscious but not confident either. He speaks to her, but stares down at his feet.
“Do you... Like my shoes?”
Coryphenus wears stripy socks. Pass it on.
Think I’m lying?
Guess again.
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He appeared from behind Krem, fussing with the loose threads at the end of his shirtsleeve before speaking suddenly. “...Did you always know?”
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“The Iron Bull,” Cole approached him with a pensive expression and inquisitive tone. “Do you dream with both eyes? Or is it gone there, too?”
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“The scar’s healed but it still hurts. You thought it would make you belong. You still long to belong.”
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So I heard this in game (actually, stolen from the wiki bc I couldn’t remember the whole thing):
Iron Bull: Hey, Cole. Quick! What number am I thinking of? Cole: Raw and hot, trying to open it, but just darkness. How bad, how bad? No, done now, no sense worrying. Cole: The man they hurt coughs, shaking, but sits up. Eyes wide. No, not a man, a woman, clothes torn. Cole: “You’re safe now. I’m Iron Bull. What do you want me to call you?” Iron Bull: Twelve. The number I was thinking of was “twelve.” Iron Bull: (Grumbles.) Demon interrogators. Stupid idea anyway.
I was about to be pretty peeved at Cole, but then:
Cole: You and Krem say words that hurt, but they aren’t real, The Iron Bull. Iron Bull: Yes. We give each other grief. It’s a soldier thing. Doesn’t mean anything. Cole: It means friendship. And that you’re soldiers. Krem likes it, it makes him proud. Iron Bull: I guess I can see that. Him, huh? Cole: Is that wrong? Iron Bull: No, no. I just thought, since you do that thing where you see into people’s heads… Iron Bull: Actually, you’re good, kid. Keep it up. Cole: The armor is right. The body isn’t, but it doesn’t hurt him anymore. Cole: You make it better.
…and now I need to write a drabble with Cole and my own trans Inquisitor.
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