RP: Varric / Open to any near the Normandy

[cole_fadewalk]

Cole had never seen the courtyard so empty before. Even when Solas had lead the Inquisition through the gates for the very first time, Skyhold had already been thick with history. This was unlike any other part of the Fade he had ever been in.

As he descended Skyhold's steps, he realized that the castle wasn't as empty as it had been when he'd arrived. There were others here, now, coming in one by one, hurting and afraid.

Maybe Varric would know why. Varric knew about stories.

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[evelea_fadewalk]

The shape of the boy was familiar, Evelea had seen it hanging from the ceiling in Envy's trap. But now he was out or was she still in. Her hand shook as she pushed her strawberry blond hair back from her face.

And Varric? He had been there at Therinfal, he and Cassandra and Iron Bull. If he was trapped here, wherever here was, would they be as well? Varric's eyes were empty of recognition, though. Like she was a stranger.

Were they both demons? Was Cole the same as the spirit who had said he only wanted to help? The mark in her hand hissed briefly and subsided as she clutched it to her chest. What would happen if she tried to use the mark here. She darted her eyes back to them warily. "I'm not sure you're right. I feel rather quite lost at the moment."

[cole_fadewalk]

"This was the Fade. I think it became somewhere else when we arrived." Cole looked down, shuffling his feet. It frustrated him, not knowing.

(( OOC: Sorry for delay! ))