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blueprints_bloodstains2024-09-30 04:53 pm
once_human) wrote in blueprints_bloodstains2024-09-30 04:53 pm
Seeing Through a Stone, Remembering Promises of Other Sorts
[ One of the first 'gifts' that Dammon brought back with him on a return from Avernus, unexpected but immediately and often put to use: a seeing stone. Once they had things like times of day figured out, it was easy to time conversations. But it was such a small but perfect addition, something very much needed to continue Gortash's work here: a reminder that he was going home, and more importantly, that he was not just going back to Baldur's Gate to mourn over a grave.
Once the weight of that started to feel lighter, the conversation came easier. Even as he was coming to know Kael for who he was and was becoming, leaving the door open to speak frankly of what they were before when blanks need to be filled, he was also beginning to learn himself again. Parts of him that were not so readily allowed to flourish anymore once goals changed.
It makes simple conversation easier, more commonplace, that in itself a promise. And the more they did that the more he looked forward to it that break in the day's labors when he would be waiting for that familiar face to appear and to just make smalltalk if that was all they felt like doing.
He's taking off a pair of simple leather work gloves when it begins. No gauntlets. No finery. That's become a rather common occurrence. It's also been gradual, but his hair is definitely getting longer -- he has to tie it back now to keep it out of the way when he works. ]
You first this time. How go the rebuilding efforts?
Once the weight of that started to feel lighter, the conversation came easier. Even as he was coming to know Kael for who he was and was becoming, leaving the door open to speak frankly of what they were before when blanks need to be filled, he was also beginning to learn himself again. Parts of him that were not so readily allowed to flourish anymore once goals changed.
It makes simple conversation easier, more commonplace, that in itself a promise. And the more they did that the more he looked forward to it that break in the day's labors when he would be waiting for that familiar face to appear and to just make smalltalk if that was all they felt like doing.
He's taking off a pair of simple leather work gloves when it begins. No gauntlets. No finery. That's become a rather common occurrence. It's also been gradual, but his hair is definitely getting longer -- he has to tie it back now to keep it out of the way when he works. ]
You first this time. How go the rebuilding efforts?
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I find a lot of things unusual now. Different things to then.
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[ Not just to find obvious blanks he can try to help fill in, memories lost, but they are both navigating being separated from divine forces. Their bonds with those took very different forms, so too are the empty spaces those left behind. ]