#with sarastus.

[warplanet]

with @sarastuss, din and sarastus. — i believe you promised me you'd lay low. / for din, and she can say it just a little teasingly

he's pretty embarrassed in this moment, and thanks the mercy of his helmet for the protection of his feelings. sarastus cannot see the meek expression on din's face, and will never note the shame in his gaze or the frustration pinpointed against the squint of his eyes. everything goes unseen, untouched, as his visor slowly tilts up to see her. within this cauldron of darkness and damp air, the walls thick and the ground dirty with blood and mud, she is a drastic, radiant difference. how did she break in? "you made it just in time," din finally says. his voice is tinny and quiet. when he shifts against the wall, the chains on his wrists make light, metal sounds. he hopes the noise alone will signal what he needs from sarastus. then, after a brief silence... "they took him." if sarastus could see his face now, she'd gape at the pain in din's eyes. "they took the kid. he's somewhere in this building. i need to find him." another subtle way of saying free me from these chains. "i'll help with whatever business you have here," he goes on, and suddenly din's voice sounds hollow, like he's about to beg. for the child? he just might. "just... help me find him." another rustle of the chains. "that's all i ask."

[warplanetarchived]

with @sarastuss / for shawky — does it bother you that i ask so many questions?

"not at all." he doesn't even have to think about her question — shawky has the instant answer right on his tongue the second she stops speaking. he's busying himself with a hasty shuffle through his desk drawer, throwing out broken pens, old scraps of paper, worn erasers, all while sarastus (buzzy's latest discovery — a living, breathing person!) lingers in his office and peeks around at his decor. she's spent the last forty-five minutes wondering about photos on the wall, books on his shelves, or items of interest he has displayed, and shawky answers them all with enthusiasm. "i love your questions. you're getting a hang of being around again, walking, talking, refamiliarizing yourself with... this is technically the future, i guess? or have we established that? that you're from the past? or..." shawky plucks his glasses from his nose and cleans the lenses with his tucked-in shirt. "i know you're curious, is what i'm trying to say, and i love that about you. i love how inquisitive you are. if you're wondering something, you ask. you don't wait or hold back, and that, i admire. i'm like that too." there's a stack of old leather journals on his desk now, all of them pried from the depths of his bottom drawer. he sorts them in his hands and grins over at sarastus. "buzzy was right. you're the best thing we've ever discovered." a pause. "well, i say we since it was our expedition. but it's him. he found you. he was exploring without me and he saved you from down there. the lingering question is, how did you get down there? how long were you down there? and how are you even alive?" shawky grins. "my turn to ask too many questions, i guess."

[satellitewar-archived]

from @sarastuss: how did you find me ? / for buzzy! (okay get this, archeologist & a legendary/ethereal warrior core)

buzzy immediately scrambles to put his flashlight away. the light emanating from this woman in the dark, her stance ethereal, her presence, divine, is more than enough to illuminate the entire cavern tenfold, with no flashlight needed. "what are you?" a bit shaken by this monumental discovery, the explorer is forced to squint against her radiance, unable to comprehend the reality of his situation. he was just exploring. he said he'd go alone through the bits and pieces he and the rest of the team had already explored. they've already traipsed their way through this tunnel, marked important locations, and made a map of the extensive system of tunnels. he's been down here before, but never has buzzy seen a sight like this. where did she come from? who is she?

"were you hiding in one of the rooms we haven't opened?" buzzy vocalizes his theory to the bright space, to the woman standing there, blinking and glowing her way past his awkward squint. he shields his eyes, head tilting, and takes a tentative step closer to her to see what happens. "what's your name? maybe i should have asked that from the start." he's dumbfounded, but that's no excuse for bad manners. "fuck. shawky's not gonna believe this when i tell him." will anyone believe he just wandered down here in the dark and stumbled upon a living, breathing person in the temple? probably not.

[warplanetarchived]

with @sarastuss / for susan — i'm a naturally curious person.

despite sarastus's insistence that she means well and speaks with honesty, there's an obvious, mischievous glint in her eyes that says otherwise. it makes susan, in return, give her the plainest, most deadpan look before bursting into laughter and rolling her eyes. her hands push against her friend's shoulder, playful. "there is absolutely nothing going on between us," she says forcibly, another humored huff exiting her lungs. of course sarastus had to be there to see her chatting with the captain of the guard — of course sarastus, so much like lucy in her sibling-like giggles, is there to pry, to insist, to make susan's face go beet red at the first sign of flirtation. "i was simply making sure our knights are well," susan goes on, lifting her chin. it's a pretend move to make her feel more regal, but it fails at distracting her or ridding her face of its redness. "you're just like my sister," she adds in another huff, standing, brushing out her skirts, and ducking past sarastus on her way to the nearby castle balcony. "always reading into things, always assuming. imagine if i assumed you fancied my brother, peter." now susan's brows lift, pointed, as she peers at her friend. she's trying to be sincere, but the giggles once again overtake her. "now that wouldn't be nice of me, would it? and here you are, insisting... trying to dig into my chats with the knight captain. go be naturally curious someplace else." more laughter. she gives sarastus's hand a light squeeze to show she's still full of kindness and shakes her head. "unbelievable."

[satellitewar-archived]

from @sarastuss: have you ever considered… us? / for hypatia >: )

she's leaning over her tiny oak desk in her upper tower quarters when sarastus, perhaps inspired by the privacy of their current situation, prompts hypatia to consider something more. glancing up from the papers in her hands (a messy combination of reports from leliana and missives from josephine), hypatia peers across the sunlit room at her companion, at the very person who could rival the sun where she stands. against the backdrop of the snowy mountains beyond, she simply glows — half inside the room, half-lingering on the stone balcony, sarastus is a gorgeous, impossible sight to process. she's beautiful. her expression, inquisitive, is one of deep reflection, her words hanging heavy on the air between them. when hypatia puts the papers down, she can feel that very air, hot from the sun, cloud her judgement. sarastus makes her dizzy. her words make her heart belt and sing. "maybe i have." the room is so spacious, it takes a few steps before hypatia stands close to sarastus on the balcony. she sets a hand on the large door to her right, leaning against the wood, her eyes dancing between the other woman's eyes and lips, then back again. "but i figured... well. with all this fighting, you might not wish to pursue anything right now. the world is in shambles. we're leading the charge, fighting a war... i didn't think you had time. i shouldn't put words in your mouth, of course, but that's what i told myself. we're too busy." now hypatia is closer. their bodies stand inches apart. wind from the mountains beyond them kisses their cheeks and chills their bones, but it's not enough to make her shiver — sarastus is and always has been the warmest thing in thedas. "you really see me that way?" she asks, a little nervous now. hypatia's voice trembles. sarastus's honeyed gaze makes her whole body shake. "could you see me as something more, sarastus? even though all this mess, you would... be with me?"