❛ your ambassador, she wondered the same. ❜ though likely for different reasons. the inquisition, he had noticed, was a community ; a society of its own, separate from its surroundings, and wholly unique. here, information circulated under the guise of that very same sense of community, and barring the spymaster and her men, fenris had no doubt the majority of the inquisition’s people eagerly drank in the illusion of togetherness for togetherness’ sake. he looked at her, at this paragon of humanity, the freedom in her gestures, the ease in her speech, and felt nothing. no admiration for her accomplishments. no resentment for the sway she had, the power that he assumed had gone to her head, or the masses that stroked her ego. and so, when she took to asking him meaningless little questions in an effort to get to know him, he had neither the animosity with which to deny her curiosity, nor the good will with which to sate it. all he had was indifference, and it seeped into his tone unreserved. ❛ i learned as many as i needed, and when the necessity erred, as many as i cared to. yourself ? ❜
his answer , that truly wasn’t a full answer ------ is expected . fenris’ tune did not harmonize with the composition around him . cyra’s grown use to asking questions and getting immediate answers . she’s missed the puzzle . the not so straight forward . and the slight rush of frustration that prickles under her skin is not pushed off , but welcomed . her favorite people were those who took the godhood attached to her shoulders and made shatters of it with their bare hands . she never wanted it anyways . she didn’t want yeses and subservience. she wanted discord , chaos , and friction . she wanted to work with people who were not cogs to the machine . she wanted to understand the people around her - fenris was no different .
the way he carried himself , a ghost . he wasn’t here / not really . he wasn’t attached or tethered or in tune with the rest of the symphony that was the inquisition . he did not hold her in any regard - whether it be icy hate or burning admiration . and that ? made her interested . made her want to push . made her want to keep itching .
she huffs , “ that’s not really an answer , fenris . but i’m sure you have your reasons for not answering my simple harmless question . ” she was in the middle of cleaning her blades when the question was birthed and spoken between them . so back to that she goes , methodical and comforting as her brain turns and turns for another direction . “ as for me , i’ve picked up bits and pieces of from my travels - the bars being the best place to do so . common tongue is my native speech , obviously . but i know some antivan and a few swear words in qunlat i squeezed out of bull . languages have always fascinated me , you see . so i always enjoy meeting others who’s tongues can speak to more than one world . ” she lifts up her gaze from her blade , to catch his . “ that’s why i asked , by the way . because i’m curious , and wanted to know your skill set . besides the blade , of course. ”
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