[ he skips over the reassurance, the remark about his friends, because he doesn't understand how— god, other spirits got annoyed with him so quickly, surely it shouldn't matter whether someone is his friend or not. they'd find him annoying eventually. and he's trying to put off the moment when he finally has to see someone run out of patience again.
the mention of another shape is definitely cause for curiosity, but he decides to preserve the surprise for now and just laughs softly instead. ]
Both of those sound good. I like quiet just as much as I like snowball fights, sometimes — and being on the inside of a house is still a pretty novel experience at this point. You don't have to keep me entertained.
[ there's at least enough room in Eudio that he doesn't feel trapped enough to get too restless, and Solas' house will be a refuge, not a cage. ]
I'm glad to hear it, however hypocritical that is of me. [ a beat, then in explanation: ] At your age, I was still.. somewhat wild. [ that's an understatement, really. of course, it had served him well enough in the end. ]
--Do you enjoy sleep? [ not 'do you need to sleep', because he doubts even a spirit like jack needs that sort of rest. but being more human-like than most spirits solas is familiar with, perhaps he enjoys it. ] I can make up a bed for your use if you think you'd like to have it.
[ goodness, he hasn't had to be a host in.. a very, very long time. his time with the inquisition had been different, of course. hosting mahanon or another occasional visitor had been a matter of having tea or wine for them and a chair. ]
[ the thought of Solas being wild at any point in his life pulls a louder, brighter laugh from Jack. it's not that he doesn't believe it, it's just funny. ]
Well, if you ask anyone else, I'm sure they'd say I'm wild, [ and they wouldn't be wrong; for all that he enjoys the calm, he still races with the winds and unleashes blizzards on towns for fun ] — but you! Sheesh, I wish I could've seen that.
And — sleep's pretty alright. I'm doing it more than normal. I usually just sleep through my off-seasons, now I'll take a nap because I'm bored and don't feel like doing anything. But I don't need a bed or anything. [ he likes beds, sure. it just seems like overkill. ] I slept in trees and caves, so really, a couch is fine.
[ there's a mild smile in his voice as he responds. ] It's difficult to believe now, perhaps, but I am much, much older than I was back then. [ the amusement fades, though, as he continues. ] .. I would not have wanted you to see that side of me, Jack. It was.. occasionally quite savage.
[ he clears his throat, though, moving on gladly. ]
Don't be silly. It's no trouble to make up a bed for you, especially if you intend to be here for more than a few hours at a time.
[ it's hard not to be curious about a statement like that. what kind of savage? not because he doubts that Solas is capable of terrible things, he's hardly naïve enough to think anyone can be exempt from that; he just can't get a clear idea of it in mind. there are humans that would call what Jack does savage, he's sure, with his blizzards and his killing cold; or Pitch Black with his fear and darkness and nightmares, the parts of him Jack never actually had a problem with. non-spirits don't have roles, they don't have purpose, so everything becomes morals and ethics to them.
but the topic is clearly an uncomfortable one, and Jack lets it drop without much concern. he isn't about to pry into every aspect of a person's long, long life, especially when he's not always open about his own. ]
Oh. Well, if— [ if you're sure, he intends to say, but Solas already gently admonished him for that, said that he doesn't make offers he doesn't mean.
it's just... people don't do this, they don't make any efforts to accommodate him. surely, if they expend their patience on needless things like this, they'll come to find him a nuisance all the more quickly. but there's no easy way for him to ask people to stop wasting their tolerance — he knows he'll probably just get that surprised, sad response like he's said something terrible. so he trails off and switches tack instead, feeling awkward. ]
... Okay. Um. Thanks. Or I could— I could come by now and help, if you want?
[ it's true-- the rules for spirits are different. a spirit does what's in its nature, and as an elemental, that's true also of jack. the cold is a part of him. for solas, the savagery had been a choice.. as it had been a choice to eventually set it aside. (he is not his origins. he must not be his origins.)
the hesitant question earns another small smile on his end, no matter that jack can't see it. ]
I would be glad of the company. [ a pause, then musingly: ] It's strange, I suppose. I enjoyed my solitude when I worked for the Inquisition, but now I seem to prefer companionship. [ perhaps because he knows what waits for him when he leaves this place. in the end, after all, what's left for him but death? he'll find his end one way or another, whether having forced the inquisitor's hand, or in the fall of the veil, or in facing the evanuris once more. it's selfish of him, but he wants to take what affection he can in this place, from people who have no idea what he truly is. (ever the deceiver, wolf.)
he shakes himself of the thoughts with some effort, taking a breath to steady himself. ] The door will be open-- please let yourself in.
[ there's a familiar undertone of laughter in Jack's voice again, now. ] It'd kind of suck being here if you didn't. —Enjoy the companionship, I mean. Anyway, be there in thirty seconds!
[ as always, he's prompt in his arrival; considering he spends most of his time wandering, there's little reason to dawdle on the rare occasion that he has somewhere to go. less than a minute after he ends the call, Jack is padding in through Solas' door and peering around curiously as he crosses the floor. it's the same place as any other, really, but he knows that what people do with their home usually speaks as to an aspect of their character, even if he's rarely seen into a home more than peering through windows. he's always wondered what it would look like if he had a place of his own like the Guardians; he's never been able to picture it. ]
Hey, you sure you don't want to just dump me on the couch? Last chance.
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the mention of another shape is definitely cause for curiosity, but he decides to preserve the surprise for now and just laughs softly instead. ]
Both of those sound good. I like quiet just as much as I like snowball fights, sometimes — and being on the inside of a house is still a pretty novel experience at this point. You don't have to keep me entertained.
[ there's at least enough room in Eudio that he doesn't feel trapped enough to get too restless, and Solas' house will be a refuge, not a cage. ]
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--Do you enjoy sleep? [ not 'do you need to sleep', because he doubts even a spirit like jack needs that sort of rest. but being more human-like than most spirits solas is familiar with, perhaps he enjoys it. ] I can make up a bed for your use if you think you'd like to have it.
[ goodness, he hasn't had to be a host in.. a very, very long time. his time with the inquisition had been different, of course. hosting mahanon or another occasional visitor had been a matter of having tea or wine for them and a chair. ]
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Well, if you ask anyone else, I'm sure they'd say I'm wild, [ and they wouldn't be wrong; for all that he enjoys the calm, he still races with the winds and unleashes blizzards on towns for fun ] — but you! Sheesh, I wish I could've seen that.
And — sleep's pretty alright. I'm doing it more than normal. I usually just sleep through my off-seasons, now I'll take a nap because I'm bored and don't feel like doing anything. But I don't need a bed or anything. [ he likes beds, sure. it just seems like overkill. ] I slept in trees and caves, so really, a couch is fine.
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[ he clears his throat, though, moving on gladly. ]
Don't be silly. It's no trouble to make up a bed for you, especially if you intend to be here for more than a few hours at a time.
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but the topic is clearly an uncomfortable one, and Jack lets it drop without much concern. he isn't about to pry into every aspect of a person's long, long life, especially when he's not always open about his own. ]
Oh. Well, if— [ if you're sure, he intends to say, but Solas already gently admonished him for that, said that he doesn't make offers he doesn't mean.
it's just... people don't do this, they don't make any efforts to accommodate him. surely, if they expend their patience on needless things like this, they'll come to find him a nuisance all the more quickly. but there's no easy way for him to ask people to stop wasting their tolerance — he knows he'll probably just get that surprised, sad response like he's said something terrible. so he trails off and switches tack instead, feeling awkward. ]
... Okay. Um. Thanks. Or I could— I could come by now and help, if you want?
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the hesitant question earns another small smile on his end, no matter that jack can't see it. ]
I would be glad of the company. [ a pause, then musingly: ] It's strange, I suppose. I enjoyed my solitude when I worked for the Inquisition, but now I seem to prefer companionship. [ perhaps because he knows what waits for him when he leaves this place. in the end, after all, what's left for him but death? he'll find his end one way or another, whether having forced the inquisitor's hand, or in the fall of the veil, or in facing the evanuris once more. it's selfish of him, but he wants to take what affection he can in this place, from people who have no idea what he truly is. (ever the deceiver, wolf.)
he shakes himself of the thoughts with some effort, taking a breath to steady himself. ] The door will be open-- please let yourself in.
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[ as always, he's prompt in his arrival; considering he spends most of his time wandering, there's little reason to dawdle on the rare occasion that he has somewhere to go. less than a minute after he ends the call, Jack is padding in through Solas' door and peering around curiously as he crosses the floor. it's the same place as any other, really, but he knows that what people do with their home usually speaks as to an aspect of their character, even if he's rarely seen into a home more than peering through windows. he's always wondered what it would look like if he had a place of his own like the Guardians; he's never been able to picture it. ]
Hey, you sure you don't want to just dump me on the couch? Last chance.
[ he's joking, mostly. ]