§ I'm starting to slip, I'm losing my grip | OTA

[not_a_slave]

WHO: Fenris
WHERE: Around 6I village at night, the Inn at lunch and in the evenings
WHEN: October 13-27
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: ... nothing yet

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Being barely tangible is, in fact, nothing new to Fenris.

It's one of the abilities his lyrium markings gave him, the ability to reach into their power to slip just a little out of the real world, to become a lyrium ghost, difficult to see and difficult to hit in combat. It's been a useful ability in the past, when he's used it to slip away from his enemies' attentions and allowing him to surprise them in an attack.

It isn't a useful ability when he can't control it. It came on slowly, the realization that his shadow had vanished and that it if he went into the Inn at night, it was difficult to get anyone to notice him. He's sturdily built, with silver tattoos across his visible skin; not being noticed is hardly a common concern for him.

But it is now.

He takes to going out at night, in part to avoid the feeling that Hawke barely knows he's there most of the time. He paces the streets of the village with the same barely contained anger that had sometimes seen him take on the gangs of slavers and thieves who tried to take the streets of Kirkwall at night. Nighttime holds few fears for him, even in this apparently uncontrollably magical state.

Some nights, he watches out for other people in the same half-there state as he is. He takes up a station by the crossroads at the heart of the village, at the edge of the park, and waits to see if anyone will come past, and then, if they'll even see him.

At times, he slips into the Inn, sometimes during the day and sometimes in the evening. During the midday meal, he has no difficulty getting people to see him, and he can take a place at the lunch table alongside others in the village, speak and be noticed, and carry on as normal.

In the evenings, though, he's barely noticeable, and it's only the one time that he accidentally knocks into a chair as he's dodging to avoid running into someone coming the other way that anyone seems to pay him much attention.

The chair does make a big noise as it tips over.

🍂 autumn fades

[tooktheblack]

WHO: Jon Snow
WHERE: 6I village, at Lucrezia’s Home
WHEN: 26 October
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: tbd

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Jon had made a habit of going to see Lucrezia daily when he went to visit his family and when he didn’t see her for two days running, his heart sank like a stone. It wasn’t like her to be out often; she usually kept close to her home or to the inn and to not see her at all for two days meant that surely she must have gone.

The evening of the second day confirmed his suspicions completely. Her cat mewled and yowled, wandering about the steps and of Lucrezia’s porch seemingly in search of his mistress. It took Jon a moment to actually get the cat to come close to him but once he coaxed it near, he gathered him up into his arms.

“Barnabus,” Jon said quietly. “I fear she’s gone and left us both. No amount of looking is going to bring her back to us, all right?”

When Ygritte had disappeared, Jon had searched for her in the woods for days and only when he’d exhausted every hollow and dale that he had declared her truly gone. When Arya had gone, he‘d done similar.

Now, though, he simply felt hollow and empty. He’d lost another person he had cared for in this place and there was no telling who might be next. Would it be his Lord Father? Would it be his sisters? His brother? Lyanna? Jon hoped not.

Armful of cat, he walked past the home his family lived in and down the road toward the inn. Possibly there was a bit of milk or something he might be able to give the cat so it would stop yowling for the time being.