You know what? I should let you charm my mother. You deserve what happens when she's charmed by someone.
[ She wants to ask about this vaulted ancestor, the one that her mother had been so proud of, that her ancestors before her were proud of. One that Felassan could have shared a drink with, picked out of a crowd. Fought with. Not to even consider the ancestors that stretch back even further -- it feels weird. Feels a little too personal. She doesn't ask.
And she has his answer to what she did ask to consider. What he's said, and what he hasn't said. His answer was quite forthcoming, and that little am i obvious says more than either of them need to elaborate on.
She didn't want to sound jealous, though she was fearful she might feel it, if she knew for certain. It's a relief that when she examines her feelings on this information, she feels none. More a sense of comradery. A bond over seeing someone that so many people could dislike, even hate, and seeing past that. Seeing the gentle smile and the eagerness to teach, the quiet kindness and the eyes full of regret. And feeling your heart reach out. ]
No, you weren't obvious. And he doesn't take a hint, unless you are.
[ She'd had to grab him, on several occasions when her feelings needed to be established, re-established, and kiss him silly, for him to get the picture. Failing that, she could easily see it taking centuries -- or more, if you weren't inclined to make those feelings clear. ]
Though I've told you before, you have a quite a nice face. I'd have been tempted by it, if you were my agent. Or even associate.
[ Which is to say, that she's pretty sure Solas might have even agreed, if Felassan had approached him. Not that she knows for sure, but -- if Felassan had approached her -- Wait. No. There's a twist in her stomach there, and she turns it aside. ]
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[ She wants to ask about this vaulted ancestor, the one that her mother had been so proud of, that her ancestors before her were proud of. One that Felassan could have shared a drink with, picked out of a crowd. Fought with. Not to even consider the ancestors that stretch back even further -- it feels weird. Feels a little too personal. She doesn't ask.
And she has his answer to what she did ask to consider. What he's said, and what he hasn't said. His answer was quite forthcoming, and that little am i obvious says more than either of them need to elaborate on.
She didn't want to sound jealous, though she was fearful she might feel it, if she knew for certain. It's a relief that when she examines her feelings on this information, she feels none. More a sense of comradery. A bond over seeing someone that so many people could dislike, even hate, and seeing past that. Seeing the gentle smile and the eagerness to teach, the quiet kindness and the eyes full of regret. And feeling your heart reach out. ]
No, you weren't obvious. And he doesn't take a hint, unless you are.
[ She'd had to grab him, on several occasions when her feelings needed to be established, re-established, and kiss him silly, for him to get the picture. Failing that, she could easily see it taking centuries -- or more, if you weren't inclined to make those feelings clear. ]
Though I've told you before, you have a quite a nice face. I'd have been tempted by it, if you were my agent. Or even associate.
[ Which is to say, that she's pretty sure Solas might have even agreed, if Felassan had approached him. Not that she knows for sure, but -- if Felassan had approached her -- Wait. No. There's a twist in her stomach there, and she turns it aside. ]
Not if my mother found you charming, though.