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[wearyallalone]

Messages, correspondence and private exchanges with Vanya Orlov.

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[dissolving]

Voss, huh?

[ at least they've already talked funerals ]

[wearyallalone]

It's probably prudent to make some other arrangements proactively.

I don't suppose the tent in the garden will remain an option indefinitely, [speculative.]

[dissolving]

If you wanna pile in with us, doubt Mobius'd mind. Better'n getting a pillow over the face.

[wearyallalone]

[A brief pause.]

Maybe for the best. I doubt any amount of good behavior will make it palatable to Voss, and likely prudent not to test that theory. As long as you're both sure it will suit.

[dissolving]

He was in the bunks before,

[ it's normal to know where everyone in the gallows used to sleep. probably that's normal. it's more normal, anyway, if the first time around you ended up next to the mage polycule. ]

Another body's not gonna bother him. Help me move the bed?

[wearyallalone]

Of course. [It's not as if sharing a room is new; having his own, briefly, had been more of an anomaly.] Are you there now?

[dissolving]

Just dropped my stuff. Coast looks clear —

[wearyallalone]

I haven't that much to gather, I'll be there shortly.

[dissolving]

[ it's clear. edgard and nell are both out, which explains the mattress and blankets already piled in the hall.

(straw's easy to move. the frame's another matter. unwieldy. say one thing for the gallows, they built this place sturdy.)

cedric grunts acknowledgment, hefting the end. ]

How d'you figure they even picked names?

[wearyallalone]

Given the results, I assume drawn from a hat.

[It's almost a joke, except he also feels like none of the division heads have enough of a taste for chaos to purposely do it another way and get the results they'd managed.

He hoists the other end. It seems that he's more or less recovered from the demon incident, at least when it comes to lifting moderate weights.]

[dissolving]

Guess it still beats Skyhold,

[ too much winter for those tents. not an accident that he takes a little more of the weight – just to begin with, just until he's sure. vanya shoulders up, and his own ease; end dipping for the shift. ]

Heard from Mobius. 'S fine. You two ever talk?

[ who are vanya's friends? gwen. gela. fuck knows if he'd admit to either. ]

[wearyallalone]

Not at any length, though at least on my end, that hasn't been purposeful. Our work hasn't overlapped much.

[And, perhaps a bit more awkwardly to observe, he imagines Mobius wasn't deeply keen to spend time with someone who'd been so public about his past in the days when Mobius wasn't sharing his own. But that's speculation, regardless, so he leaves it unspoken.]

[dissolving]

He made, uh – clătite? Pancakes. Probably rope you into it, y'let him.

[ a hobby. one could say: a suggestion. cedric shrugs, stepping backward to the doorway. ]

Don't have a good read on him yet.

[wearyallalone]

Oh, he kept up with the pancakes. [He sounds surprised but not unpleasantly.] Last year there was a rifter vanished who was pretty well-liked. He used to do the pancakes. I think Mobius and I both had the thought that someone should try, after he'd gone. But given the reception we got, I let it be after that first little tribute.

[In fairness, Vanya's pancakes probably weren't inedible. They just hadn't been Jude's.]

I'm not sure I have a much better read, though. I um. I try not to push my company on places where I might be unwelcome.

[Mages and templars, current or former, especially. But he's trusting Cedric's assessment that Mobius won't mind sharing the sleeping space, at least.]

[dissolving]

Jude, yeah?

[ that talk for memorials, pretty well-liked strikes an understatement. he juggles the legs around frame: ]

Sounds welcoming himself.

[wearyallalone]

Jude, [he confirms quietly.] I didn't know him well, but he had a way of putting people at ease. We were on some missions together, here and there. [He adjusts as Cedric repositions.] I would say he was friendly to me because he was a rifter and didn't have the same associations, but to be honest, I think it was more his temperament than a lack of context.

[dissolving]

Dunno how many folks look for that. Context.

[ the rebellion's one thing. keen's another. but outside them? vanya might just be welcome — ]

If they do, they let you know quick. Apostate here's the one found me.

[ for whatever siorus still counts as. warden makes the point moot ]

[wearyallalone]

Oh? [He might have had other thoughts about Riftwatch's attachment to context or lack thereof, but the apostate comment catches his interest in the meantime.] How was that?

[dissolving]

He's alright. [ cedric shrugs, stepping back down the hall ] Might've been having a laugh – said they had him drink spawn blood. Th'Wardens.

[wearyallalone]

I truly don't know enough about Wardens to have a guess either way. [Sounds plausible, but then, most anything would given how little he knows.]

I've had a mage or two here give me the time of day, for what it's worth. I only ... I haven't had a reason to press. Take more ground than offered.

[dissolving]

Just don't see how you do it without dying – th'blood, I mean -

[ obviously. secret herbs and spices, alright, it’s still mad. kind of joke you play on the templar, see if he flips. cedric considers. got his own ideas for why vanya holds back, and yeah, some of them are sound. look at his own life lately, and maybe he ought to take some pointers. only,

worth hearing it out his own mouth. ]

You got a reason not to?

[wearyallalone]

[A small shrug.]

I'm sure you knew a lot of people had opinions at the Inquisition. Before and after Antosha left. [Vanya suspects Cedric had opinions, considering.] When I came here, I thought. I didn't wish to be a distraction, for anyone. If people speak to me first, I have no reason not to respond in kind, but in the absence of that, it felt ... for the best.

[That he kept to himself, presumably.]

[dissolving]

[ cedric bangs an elbow on a corner, and the grunt might be a substitute, here and now, for those opinions. feels shakier ground than the last time they talked antosha.

(i can tell them no, he'd told keen, but he still hasn't told them why.) ]

S'pose it's – just reckon that's distracting, too. Let folks take y'on their terms, sure, but you never set yours then they're gonna wonder. Maybe worry for it.

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[It gives him pause. (At least metaphorically; he doesn't stop helping.)]

I suppose I hadn't thought of it in that light.

[Terrific, now he can be anxious both when talking and when not talking to people.]

Rowntree offered to start training with me. After I got out of the infirmary, with the lyrium. [The lack of it.] It was a surprise [an understatement], though I took him up on it.

[dissolving]

[ first thing he thinks is — don't tell mobius —

but he did tell cedric, who's currently doing a yeoman's job of a straight face, or what'll pass for that while manuevering furniture up stairwell. if he thinks vanya oughta get out more, it's still not the direction he expected, ]

How's that been?

[ rowntree. training, and all the uncharitable reasons cedric can think to offer it. ]