[ Drizzt's tone is warm and sweet, his interest in Fane a brilliant little mote of genuine sentiment. He has no ill-will in him towards the scholar, though disappointment still wars within him now that he's aware of his participation in the weapon that had burned the Manor to the ground. It is a complexity he lives with, day to day, rather than thinking too hard on it — he wants to give Fane the benefit of trust and forgiveness, after all.
Especially because Fane had vouched for him, taken him protectively under his own mantle as a Meridian-aligned Shard-Bearer just before Zenith had attacked the city. It must have looked bad for him, to have done that. ]
I could show you my memories of it, any time. Communion offers such a colorful and intense way of immersion one another, and even if we're... not adequate to one another, I wouldn't mind braving Discord to let you see whatever you want.
[ Fane has something in hand, though. A delicate, four-pointed Shard that looks just like his own, moon-pale and pretty; he reaches for it with both hands, curling his fingers through Fane's to gently leverage it into his palms and oh, oh. Oh. It feels more than familiar, it feels like him. The casual presence of himself rests against his skin, and prickles in the depths of his mind like a siren call and a warning all the same. It makes him feel nauseous and longing all at once. ]
Fane. [ Slowly, he looks up through pale lashes, expression bereft and punched out all at once. ] I felt this in the Lake. You... you dove for it?
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[ Drizzt's tone is warm and sweet, his interest in Fane a brilliant little mote of genuine sentiment. He has no ill-will in him towards the scholar, though disappointment still wars within him now that he's aware of his participation in the weapon that had burned the Manor to the ground. It is a complexity he lives with, day to day, rather than thinking too hard on it — he wants to give Fane the benefit of trust and forgiveness, after all.
Especially because Fane had vouched for him, taken him protectively under his own mantle as a Meridian-aligned Shard-Bearer just before Zenith had attacked the city. It must have looked bad for him, to have done that. ]
I could show you my memories of it, any time. Communion offers such a colorful and intense way of immersion one another, and even if we're... not adequate to one another, I wouldn't mind braving Discord to let you see whatever you want.
[ Fane has something in hand, though. A delicate, four-pointed Shard that looks just like his own, moon-pale and pretty; he reaches for it with both hands, curling his fingers through Fane's to gently leverage it into his palms and oh, oh. Oh. It feels more than familiar, it feels like him. The casual presence of himself rests against his skin, and prickles in the depths of his mind like a siren call and a warning all the same. It makes him feel nauseous and longing all at once. ]
Fane. [ Slowly, he looks up through pale lashes, expression bereft and punched out all at once. ] I felt this in the Lake. You... you dove for it?