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                                ‘I can give you a thousand reasons as to why I do everything I do– but you wouldn’t understand.’

              The words still rung in his ears, they still echoed through the walls of Skyhold, haunting him throughout his day. He lived a freeman, but he still lived within his prison. He knew no other life, then the life of the monster he choice to become, and the monster locked up. Those words were the last he said before the coffin was slammed down on him, before he heard the locks to the coffin. 

              What better way to kill the undead than to lock them in a coffin?

                               “Oh, did I get daddy’s acceptance?”

               His tone is venomous, not a poison that can kill this creation. It was bitter to the tongue, coming out and hearing it. It stung like needles through the muscle. It burned, hotter than the sun could ever scar him. The mere mention of his father had it’s own disgusting taste to it, and he made sure others would know it. Other’s would have to know the GREATEST sin done to mankind. 

                              “There is only ONE Maker. There is only ONE DIO. I, and no one else,” he replied, as if an explanation. No, a hint, of what he wished to do. Him and the Maker… they were old enemies ( the Maker did not know, but DIO knew the hatred they harbored for one another ). 

               The blond notices. He can feel his bones bend awkwardly to the distorted gravity. He was familiar with the manipulation of time, thus he understood when it was being used. 

                              “Oh, I’m use to being chased around. Have you seen the idiots I’m stuck with now? It’s just hilarious, truly. They haven’t evolved at all while I slept–” he paused, holding the words on his tongue as his mind wandered to a certain someone. “But yet… They have this appeal to them, this attraction. I want to know more about the people who will eventually become my slaves.”

  THE OUTSIDER listened to his words with his familiar empty look, his interest as much of a guess as his purpose, all of this information never much of a surprise. Especially if he were to reflect on what he had witnessed, the capabilities of the other and his experiences much more than those few words could capture. Protest against his statements, he would not. He was well aware of the foolishness that was needed in order to do so; not to mention his indifference towards fights keeping him from fully engaging in one, no matter the cost. 

  For one to speak to the leviathan as if they were familiar or to engage in the conversation as if he were not intruding one was rather extraordinary ( a trait others oft put aside, fascination and fear taking over most minds once  eyes were set on the floating silhouette near ), but it did nothing but bring joy to whatever was left of his inhumane, cold heart. People who presented themselves to be prepared for facing a being whose understanding was beyond that of any others were ones of which the Outsider’s intrigue would linger. When the concern of DIO’s own wonder came across, he allowed his arms to unfold, them hovering next to his feeble being. 

  “The future is unstable.” His words were soft in volume, yet firm, like writings carved in solid rock, “-- there are many alternatives to this reality, and a simple choice may let  the rivers split and drown you within their waters. Your steps is what shapes them, their loyalty drifting for as long as you do not ground them.” Never would he give a direct answer, him abusing his privilege, always giving those whose wonder was prominent just too little  of what they wanted. Always gifting as they wished, yet never allowing them the solution of entire puzzle--- instead, introducing a new piece with a fading smirk. He would make them come back. He would keep them guessing. Because they wanted to SEE, the foolish notion of all beings beneath being capable of doing so blinding them.

   “I cannot decide for you, I cannot speak in your name. I can only see the many possibilities, the infinite words one can spill that alter circumstance and make it effortless for you to reach the objective that has infiltrated dreams and toyed with many minds. You are the one to choose; I simply observe.”

i’m having an extremely hard day today so i might just not write for today, sorry orz.

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A chill runs up Solas’s spine and the ground beneath his feet hardens with frost. The thought that this– person, neither a spirit nor human, knew every detail of his life unsettled him. Solas had learned long ago how to hide himself from spirits, ‘til his soul was quiet amongst the call of thousands. Few could see past the wall he had built, and the ones who did were powerful indeed.

“Then I pity you, I have not lived a life I would wish upon others. Though you have no doubt witnessed far worse” As had he. “Few have had as much time to make as the mistakes I have.”

“If it is as you say, if you know everything–” The temptation to ask what becomes of the People hung upon the tip of his tongue. A childish, foolish fear held him back, and his mouth closed. He swallowed hard before he could continue. “Then what do you do with this knowledge?”

  AH, PITY. He did not call for it, nor wish for it---  it was a useless tool when facing a god like him, especially as all emotion that he harbored was filled with emptiness. As if it were hollowed out, shell of all human remains within slowly falling apart. Yet it always remained at JUST that point; it never quite did wither. 

   “The knowledge I am gifted by the Void I use for purposes of own interest only.” Such interest was oft feeble and withered naturally, once one had used up their purpose in life ( according to his own definition ), his eyes would no longer glare in their way. 

   “One persons actions can change the world, and actions-- even those others assign to be minor can set a whole series of happenings in motion. Especially if tensions already had been rising.” There was no subtlety within his tone; it was plain to hear he took interest in Solas the way others would never. The interest of a god whose time was spent gambling on which path an individual would take, and if he were to lose euphoria would overcome him. Delightful, it was. 

   “And there is nothing more fascinating than expecting a man holding a blade to his enemy’s throat to kill him, but witness him foolishly forgive the one who turned all his meaningful belongings into ash. It is unpredictable, and spins a story that keeps most hooked---- were it on paper.”

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   “YOU ARE NOT the first to present such a remark, and      yet I always do persist visiting people---- I’ve become quite      accustomed to it.” 

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“There is always something new to learn, at least for creatures such as I.”

He could not speak to this figure that stood before him, shrouded in Void. Neither man nor spirit, he was a mystery to this realm, and to Solas most of all. His hand waved through empty air, fingers open, allowing the weave of two worlds to slip between his fingers.

There was power in the air, power that caused his hands to tremble. He drew back, as if burned, and fixed his gaze upon the entity before him. “You speak truths, but only the sort I do not hide. I’m curious– what do you know of me? Surely you see more than most.”

    FOR ONE to be curious to his being came as no surprise. Regardless, it remained amusing to have creatures stumble upon his presence and observe him in awe. As if his very concept was something that stunned many-- a god so eerily human, yet alien in manners, in speech; in bodily movements. Nonetheless, it never quite APPALED them enough until he showed them his power. However, this elf’s desire to know all he could see was somewhat astonishing. Always had they grabbed for his physical powers rather than his knowledge--- but now, it became certain he was not much like those fools.

  “I can access all knowledge there is within this realm, as well as observe the life of the living. I see  all that is possible, and all that has passed. I know how loved ones may perish, and how they could possibly survive such a fate.” A pause followed, words ringing through the air in an uncomfortable echo.

   “--- everything from your birth on to this very moment has been witnessed by the Void, and I am part of it. I know what it knows. Every mistake and achievement, whatever memories make guilt ache within your chest, the names of all people whose actions had you stunned--- I know it all.”

     OUTSIDER. How she wanted to laugh at such a name or title. It wasn’t the slightest comforting hearing such a response - o u t s i d e r. How would anyone gain such a name she did not know, though she’s certain the story following was far from pleasant ( again with the judgement ). & how was she supposed to give that to the Inquisitor?

                          ‘This is Outsider, he wants to aid the Inquisition’ – she should laugh.

     ‘If that’s the alias you want to follow by, it’s fuckin’ weird. Might want to change it, yeah? Outsider doesn’t exactly sound y’know, warm & uh - welcomin’, but who cares about that shite.’ Sarcasm at its finest. At least she wasn’t scowling at him any longer, though she still wasn’t exactly sharing warm smiles ( not that she wanted to ). Such warm smiles she knew he’d never gain with that sort of TRICK. How quick she is to step back from ‘Outsider’, hand itching to pull up her bow in a defense. But how stupid - just little black sparks, but black sparks of WHAT she wanted to know. Head nudges towards the faint glittering that seems to fade, brows drawing in a tight look of disapproval.

     ‘Don’t do that.’ CONFIDENT she wants to appear was this case, despite that returning of tight knots within her stomach. Arms cross over her chest as she yet turns again to walk & h o w she tries to shake away that worrisome feeling within her.

                         ‘Rogue, some say thief, don’t care either. I’m just people. Nothin’                          special nor want to be anythin’ special, don’t have damn black                          sparkles comin’ from a hand & I’m g l a d. I’m just a SERA.’

  LITTLE DID SHE KNOW, he was no individual to look for warmth or comfort, one only to bring misfortune and curses upon fields of farmers who had scolded his name in a way he could not tolerate. Smiles he gave were given with fangs barely covered by lips, a poison lacing words one would mark was ‘kind’, though his inhuman nature made it quite difficult to separate the truth from deceit. It was simple--- and yet others made it so challenging through misinterpretation. What a pity, what a flaw. What beauty there was in exploiting such weakness. Though he had to keep up a genuine facade, he would not refrain from his neutral stance. He promised help, and he would gift it through communication and opening paths, though he could not assure it would be useful to missions. Though Sera didn’t need to know, and he wouldn’t let her know. 

  Her comment on his title as well as his use of magic was one of many he had heard before, it truly tiring to receive the same remarks over and over again over the span of centuries. He would have laughed, were the insults not too petty. It was not worthy baring loving teeth to her. “My reasons are my own, and I assume you do not wish to know the details of my tragic past.” It was the truth, most of what he had been was handled in a manner that could be described as nothing but cruel--- though that was so long ago, even his memory was fogged. And he could remember details rather WELL. 

   “Sera...”, he spoke her name with hesitation, a hint of distaste lingering between the tone, teeth clicking together as if he were literally biting his tongue. He did not like her, yet at the same  time was intrigued-- but that was rather the connection she had with this.. Inquisitor. A silly title, a powerful name, a new Chosen one. The Herald.

                               ---------  Ridiculous. 

   “--- it’s a pleasure meeting you.” False, though formal. And the latter was more important as it was, so he let the lies slither like snakes and presented them with a grin.

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“Is th-there a point to this, or a-are you just gonna keep w-wasting my time?”

   “THE POINT IS----” An invisible smile snuck on features, equal to a snake bearing fangs, ready to strike ( even if none of it was PHYSICAL ). The people surrounding them were so ORDINARY, it ached him to think they were convinced they somehow were significant to this never ending existence.

                                                   “---- I know you’re not like them.”