a cringe graced her features at the mention of a revered mother. vague memories of the revered mother of her chantry granting blessings to her. she remembered the older woman filling her with promises of a happy life dedicated in service to the maker in evee’s future. growing up she was constantly reminded how BLESSED her life would be, but now she wondered if that was because she was a TREVELYAN and she was expected to be a generous donor to the chantry until the day she grew old and weary.
‘ i never grew up around much elves… only a few servants that were refugees from fereldan’s blight, but i’ve never really BEFRIENDED an elf until i was taken to the circle, ‘ she reminisced. ‘ i never understood the fear everyone has… it’s stupid. ‘ she stared at the floor as she spoke and watched as tiny specks of dirt fell from her shoulder. she frowned, immediately knowing who the culprit was without much thinking. ‘ hey, not on my good scarf, ‘ she tugged at the slightly pointy nub at the end of his ear, trying to hide her smirk. ‘ you gave me a dagger that i’m good at waving around in a dramatic fashion. ‘
after she finished threatening him, she would gather the clump of dirt she had been digging with her dagger and drag it over to his side. ‘ the suffering hasn’t been too terrible. for a while, anyways, ‘ she mumbled. and MAKER, had evee suffered these past few years. she accidentally falls silent as she thinks of what to say next. ‘ if the maker is real and he has decided to keep my alive for this long… i’m scared of what else he has in store for me. ‘
she swallowed. for a moment she prayed that there was no maker. she was tired of being the butt end of a ruthless god’s joke.
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓. no way had evee gone through so much, had so many expectations & lives put on her shoulders--------only to claim the suffering wasn’t too terrible. vic had experienced the smallest of problems, compared to evee’s life, & had hardly even made it. he knew, of course, that she was far STRONGER than him--------but worried anyways, that there was suffering ; just well hidden. he knew a great deal about that.
but he kept quiet, nodded along to all her words, let evee carry on with every train of thought she had, offering more nods & quiet hums to show that he was listening------along with a small laugh, regarding the dirt.
then when things got quiet again, he drew in a deep breath, & sighed out a great deal of exhaustion. ❝ it is stupid, ❞ he hearkened back to her words about elves, ❝ i think near everythin’ is stupid. everyone’s fear of anyone who ain’t a regular human, people bein’ against each other based on religion or lack thereof, that, ❞ he nodded up at the scar across the SKY, ❝ corypheus, the lot. everything’s real stupid, innit ? ❞
his nose scrunched, head flopping to the side to look at her. ❝ but it works, eh ? all this stupid shit------yet you’ve gained new friends and family, i’ve gained ... happiness, for once. its not all been for NOTHIN’, is what i mean------we’re all gettin’ somethin’ good out of it. ❞
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