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ruinations2018-08-30 11:59 pm
unabatedly) wrote in ruinations2018-08-30 11:59 pm
synodiporia post-game au: (I'm drawn to the unknown, where shadows hide)
The end was supposed to be a relief. It had taken years for them to come to this point, to the finality of their journey, to finally be released from Liminal Space... No more tricks, no more Jaunts. It was time to go home.
There was one problem with that, however. Home was a world she hadn't seen or touched in years. Home wasn't hers any longer - her home was with people who were separating, one by one, bidden home by the very power that had dragged them there in the first place.
There was time to say goodbye, certainly. But even hours did not seem enough. It was too rushed, too abrupt. She held Sansa and Alcuin, embraced Raidou as an old comrade, shook hands with Riddick and even managed to give Joscelin a solid squeeze before he could refuse her. She saw to the others, people who had come and gone, even those she hardly knew. And in classic fashion, initially avoided the one person she did not want to let go. Eventually, she had her time with Remy, time that was too short. A weight settled in her chest as she finally released him and went to the portal that was hers, back to Thedas, back to the place she'd left so long ago.
A single step and it was done.
Like passing beneath the shadow of a long-hanging branch, she went from light to dark to light again - the gloom of sunset, a red sun glinting into her eyes as she went through. The clothes she wore did not change; she looked strange for the setting, though she was still Neria, and the staff she carried - decorated, altered, taken from four Jaunts past - remained strapped to her back. Where she came out... Well, nowhere convenient, unfortunately. She stood on the hilltops that overlooked Highever, many miles from the castle and city, and she had no idea how long time had passed for this place. Months, years? Would anyone know her?
The thoughts caught up before she could really fall into them. A second portal suddenly opened and she spun about, spell in hand, waiting.
And stopped dead as Remy walked out.
There was one problem with that, however. Home was a world she hadn't seen or touched in years. Home wasn't hers any longer - her home was with people who were separating, one by one, bidden home by the very power that had dragged them there in the first place.
There was time to say goodbye, certainly. But even hours did not seem enough. It was too rushed, too abrupt. She held Sansa and Alcuin, embraced Raidou as an old comrade, shook hands with Riddick and even managed to give Joscelin a solid squeeze before he could refuse her. She saw to the others, people who had come and gone, even those she hardly knew. And in classic fashion, initially avoided the one person she did not want to let go. Eventually, she had her time with Remy, time that was too short. A weight settled in her chest as she finally released him and went to the portal that was hers, back to Thedas, back to the place she'd left so long ago.
A single step and it was done.
Like passing beneath the shadow of a long-hanging branch, she went from light to dark to light again - the gloom of sunset, a red sun glinting into her eyes as she went through. The clothes she wore did not change; she looked strange for the setting, though she was still Neria, and the staff she carried - decorated, altered, taken from four Jaunts past - remained strapped to her back. Where she came out... Well, nowhere convenient, unfortunately. She stood on the hilltops that overlooked Highever, many miles from the castle and city, and she had no idea how long time had passed for this place. Months, years? Would anyone know her?
The thoughts caught up before she could really fall into them. A second portal suddenly opened and she spun about, spell in hand, waiting.
And stopped dead as Remy walked out.
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Then, with care, she goes up on her toes to better meet his lips, returning the kiss in full.
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No doubts, he reminds himself. Not right now.