"come back. even as a shadow, even as a dream." - euripides, from herakles
he knows she has to seek him out herself in dreams of the fade in order for him to see her again, this much is true. he’s dreamed with her enough times to teach her certain ins and outs of his lucid tricks, not ever enough to actually learn the talent herself, but enough to allow her to reach out to him specifically if she so desires.
he doesn’t know why he thought the dreams would stop after he left the inquisition, after he’d left her standing there at the foot of the battle finally won — what should have been a victorious moment for her sullied by his selfish departure, salt in the open wound that would leave scars beneath her chest and crush the spirit he admires so much.
the first time she reaches out to him, he happens to be standing at the edge of a familiar pond, familiar night sky dotted with familiar stars that reminds him of the freckles on her face, sun-kissed from years of living outdoors with her dalish clan. he visits this place often, a glutton for punishment he cannot receive until he finishes what he’s started, but grasping for straws that remind him that there are consequences for every action he takes — especially the irresponsible ones.
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