@mordinsolis replied to your post: Dream Daddy was fun but I wish two things were...
I romanced Brian first and I don’t think he ever mentioned anything about Daisy’s other parent (if she has one), only his dad. I figured he was just a single parent. I know Craig is a making-it-work divorced parent for sure with River and the twins, though.
Yeah, I would’ve rather there were more divorced instead of dead parents. Robert’s wife didn’t have to die to make him think he was a bad person. She could’ve just set her boundaries and left when he couldn’t keep to them. A failed marriage and his daughter distancing herself could’ve been enough.
It would’ve been cool to see an open relationship, or a never-married-but-co-parenting relationship, or even like single Dadhood like Brian. While I know people die, I guess I was looking to see a showcase other types of family dynamics and other reasons why people end marriages or long term commitments.
After FO4 I’m just 😬 once guys start talking about their dead wives/husbands (which might be more a Bury Your Gays at that point?).
Cade turns his back to the sound, curling up on his bed with a shuddering breath as he rubs harshly at his eyes and blinks away the sting of tears.
“Cade.” his father’s voice sounds after the knock, but Cade keeps quiet and buries his face in a pillow to muffle the worst of his sniffling.
A beat of silence.
Three more knocks at the door.
“Go away.” Cade’s voice is strained, almost hoarse, and muffled by the pillow. It’s obvious he’s been crying, but he’s not about to admit it to anyone, least of all to his dad.
“I’ll go away when I know you’re okay.” Thomas says calmly, level-headed as he always is. Cade just wants to be alone. He’s still reeling from his disaster of a night, heavily punctuated with those stupid little words every fledgling relationship fears.
“This isn’t going to work.” Alex tells him, his usual sparkling eyes a dull green when they look at Cade, finally. Cade blinks, and it takes a second more for the words to hit him.
“W- woah. What- Alex, what?” Cade stumbles over his own words, instinct taking over as he reaches out for him. Alex catches his hands and links their fingers together pathetically, an effortless attempt at subduing the rising tide about to hit them.
“Y’heard.” Alex says grimly, face set like stone. There’s no hint of his smile, no glint to his eye, no nothing. Just blank, just a face Cade knows far better in another light.
“So, what?” Cade visibly deflates, air rushing out of him in a sharp exhale as his shoulders slump with a half-hearted, defeated shrug, “You just invited me out here to break up with me?”
Alex just looks at him and squeezes Cade’s hand lightly. He at least looks a little more apologetic when Cade lands eyes on him again.
“Cade...” Alex tries to start an excuse, but Cade just shakes his head. Doesn’t want to hear it. He pulls his hands out of Alex’s grip and shoves them in his jacket pockets, curled into cold, shaking fists where Alex can’t see.
“Nah. Just.... just don’t. I don’t need to hear it.” Cade looks away when he feels the first cold rush hit him in the throat, making it go tight. He blinks rapidly, sucking in his cheek in an attempt to keep quiet. He hates the way Alex is looking at him now, with pity.
“I’m sorry.” Alex tries to say, but Cade just laughs, once, without humour.
“Are you?” Cade looks at him with a dead stare, and Alex nods, sincerely.
“Yeah, I am.” he says quietly, fixing Cade with a sharp look in return, “You’re a fun guy, Cade. It’s just... I want long-term. You’re not...”
“Yeah, I’m not long-term. I get it.” Cade snorts, shaking his head. He heaves out a sigh, willing his voice to hold out a little longer, despite the growing knot at the base of his throat.
Alex shifts awkwardly, breath fogging in the cold air between them. He looks like he wants to say something else, but Cade’s heard enough.
“Well, at least you’re honest.” Cade tells him, and he means that, at least. In that moment, the tension snaps, and Cade knows he has to get out of there before he lets the facade slip. He takes a step away and Alex almost reaches after him, but he stops himself.
“Just go home, Alex.” Cade sighs, and it’s almost like a warning. Alex swallows audibly, but he doesn’t say anything else as he ducks his head and turns away, his footsteps growing silent long before Cade moves again.
The silence of the room is harrowing when Cade drags himself back out of his replay, only for it to shatter under Thomas’ fist banging on the door again. Cade growls, throws his sheets from the bed and hauls himself up with stomping footsteps to the door. He yanks it open, barely even sparing a glance at Thomas before he turns away and back into his room, keeping his back to the door.
Stupid move, Cade. Why’d you let him in? Now he’s going to figure out what you haven’t told him, idiot.
Thomas shuts the door, and it takes every bit of composure Cade has left not to curl into a ball on the floor and start crying again.
“Cade, can you... just look at me? Please?” Thomas asks gently, not stepping too close. Cade appreciates that. His dad knows him better than anyone, and he can tell Cade’s angry. Enough to keep his space for now, before his brain starts overloading.
Cade takes a deep breath and turns, swallowing hard when he finds Thomas looking at him with a concerned frown in place.
“You’ve been crying.” Thomas notices, and his eyes go a little wide. Cade knows his dad doesn’t give away much, but he’s surprised. Cade can’t blame him either: last him his dad saw him cry? He was probably a six year old with a scraped knee. Not an eighteen year old who’s almost taller than him.
Cade keeps quiet.
“Come on, kiddo. Talk to me.” Thomas coaxes him easily, and Cade just shrugs half-heartedly, gaze wavering. He rubs his eyes roughly again, sniffling.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Cade says bleakly. His parents barely know that he’s - or was - in a relationship, let alone the fact that he’d managed to fuck it up royally by getting involved with a guy who works on his own damn station. In the job his dad all but winged for him.
Nailed it, Cade.
“Well, at least let your old man have some peace of mind. I’m here for you, Cadey, whatever happens. Even if you don’t want to tell me what it is; I support you regardless. Always will.”
Cade wants his dad to stop talking before he turns into a mess again, but it’s a little too late, and the ridiculous sniffling and wiping at his eyes does nothing to stop the fact he’s shaking, and his breathing is erratic, trying to cope with the way his chest wants to cave in.
“M’sorry.” Cade mumbles into his hand, trying to cover his face before it gets any worse. Thomas doesn’t waste anymore time, and pulls Cade in for an almost bone-crushing hug, and Cade finally gives in and slumps his weight against him, shaking.
“You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry for.” Thomas tells him. Cade’s already apologized for the hell they’ve been through with the Reds, time and time again, and Thomas doesn’t need his son to spend the rest of his life making up for that. Cade still tries.
They stay like that for a little while, until Cade stops shaking enough to pull away and wipe his face, blotchy-red and tired, but a little clearer now. He looks up at Thomas, wide golden eyes just like his, and Thomas cracks a smile for his son, wiping at the stray tears Cade’s missed.
It’s then that he sees the mirror between them.
Cade is just like him, and Tom knows it. Still, it doesn’t stop the little pang in his chest when he notes the round, soft face of a boy he used to remember is staring back at him now, all hard angles and stubble, but with the same bright eyes. Always the same bright eyes.
“Jesus.” Tom sighs, “You grow up more and more every time I see you.”
Cade manages a tiny smile. Thomas takes it as a small victory. But then he turns his attention to the matter at hand again.
“Listen, mum’s gone to bed -- she’s had a hell of a day with your sister -- and Lucky’s downstairs with Eiri.” Thomas sighs, and looks at Cade’s clothes, a little fancier than his usual attire. “Get your PJs, wash your face, I’ll make us popcorn and we can grab Peter Pan and force your brothers to learn the magic. Deal?”
Cade smiles brighter again, and nods.
“Deal.”
Aran isn’t expecting to come down in the morning and find her (quite frankly, too tall) boys crammed onto a sofa, but it’s a sight for sore eyes, and it brings a smile to her face.
Little Eiri is curled up in the gap between Cade and Thomas, arms tight around his big brother while his legs take up Thomas’ lap in typical kid fashion. Loch takes up the other corner, at that age where his legs are too long and his shoulders are wider than he remembers, so he’s fallen asleep with his back leaning against Thomas’ side and his legs thrown over the arm of the sofa. Cade takes up the other corner, looking strangely older than he is, dignified and peaceful in his sleep, head resting easily against the back of the sofa.
It’s the quietest they’ll be today, Aran thinks to herself with an amused smile. But she just watches for a moment, content to take in the image and keep it safe, somewhere in her careful heart.
Did Ravena and Thom have any plans about what they want to do after the Inquisition is dealt with? And how do those plans change after the Exalted Council?
They didn’t have specific plans for a life post-Inquisition. They figured that they’d still be in big demand for help, but they both wanted to try to find some way to ease back into the lives they had pre-Breach to some extent. Thom finding the last of his soldiers was a step towards letting his past go so that he could start fresh with Ravena. Ravena was looking forward to peacetime meaning that she could go back to her papers and write up a more formal manuscript on the several temples and ruins she had run across in her travels.
Not much changed after the Exalted Council. The Inquisition was broken down into a smaller peacekeeping force and Ravena used recovering from her injuries as a way to move out of the spotlight. It gave her time to adjust and quietly plan with the few remaining members of her inner circle on how to approach Solas. Without the mantle of Inquisitor weighing so heavily anymore, Ravena and Thom are able to work on that “dog and a house” future Thom had suggested a few years before.
I love that Eren doesn't compromise on who he is, despite being in a difficult political situation, being a Dalish elf and Inquisitor. It's worthy of respect.
Of course he doesn’t. He can behave himself if need be, but he operates on the philosophy that if someone wants to hear what they want to hear and not what he has to say, they shouldn’t have spoken to him in the first place. He is who he is, who his life has made him, and since he’s never had to be anyone or anything other than Eren, he’s all he really knows how to be. It’s how he’s survived.
Could you imagine yelling out to squad mates/ enemies during battle? O.o
honestly i feel like Shepard becomes a bit of a silent killer during me2. overpowered with their cybernetics and enhanced tech, just kind of taking the hits and delivering some equal retribution without makin a sound because the kind of pain behind those scars is a different kind to the ones that actually make ‘em bleed. and no prizes for guessing which one they can handle better
mordinsolis replied to your post
I thought the same thing like ?? probably explains why Aries is a woman of few words
💗 What advice would they give a potential partner about making their relationship last if they could with no judgment?
Lachlan’s not quiet as such, but he can be reserved in terms of the information he actually shares about himself. This lends itself to a lot of frustration in his relationships because he just... forgets to really tell people how he’s feeling. It drives Kaidan nuts, because he can tell Lachlan’s not quite right but he can’t figure out why and Loch is so hard to read.
Based on that, Loch’s honest advice would be to push him on the things they need to talk about together. It’s almost like he wants to tell people how he’s feeling, but he’s waiting to be allowed to do so. It’s... a weird, old habit, he’s not sure where he picked it up from, but he really does need a push to admit things and sometimes this could well scare his s/o off if they feel he’s being distant.
