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[chardismastic]

[ No, Fenris has never told him before and Rafe isn't about to interrupt him now. Lets him have his say even as his own skin prickles and his eyes narrow. Really seems every time he's sure he can't loathe someone he's never met any more than he already does, Fenris shares another tidbit and no, Rafe finds a few ounces more.

The words hang between them for a long moment before Rafe just shakes his head. ]

Starting to wonder if there's anything simple or straightforward to your life. I mean, just... Christ, dude. So when you talk about being able to phase, all that shit, that was from the—

[ Rafe has always called them tattoos because that's what they'd looked like, but now that he knows... Every joke about the random glow he's made up to now suddenly falls flat. He wonders whether Fenris allowed them because he's not particularly offended, or because of some holdover slave-logic. ]

It's because of the branding. [ A considering frown. ] Figured it was just a generic elf thing.

[magicalglowstick]

Yes. The markings granted me my abilities. A sort of magic without my being a mage.

[Fenris is sure that the irony doesn't need to be pointed out. And he's sure he doesn't have to actually inform Rafe that no, there is nothing simple or straightforward about his life. From the first moment he can remember there was pain and confusion and his present is no different.]

The Dalish give their clan members vallaslin when they come of age. The designs represent an elven god of their choice. I...the gift shop in the cursed museum had "temporary" ones, whatever that means. [And yes, Fenris took some because he hoards things, it's what he does. But anyway:] Many have mistaken me for a Dalish because of these markings. I would not be surprised if the design is meant to be a mockery of the elvhen.

[chardismastic]

Would track with what you've told me of the prick.

[ Mockery and debasement going hand in hand with the arrogance and base cruelty that has to come with the idea of owning another person like they're just a slightly more ambulatory ottoman. Rafe shakes his head in disquiet, another piece of information filed away before accepting what Fenris has told him at face value. ]

But if you're certain it won't be an issue, then it won't be. [ Setting his jaw, he arches an eyebrow. ] And it won't do to put this off later.

[ Because of course Rafe is ready to do this here and now, before any hesitation can set in and the part of himself that hasn't stopped screaming for nigh on six months cracks his resolve with how batshit crazy his un-life continues to be. ]

[magicalglowstick]

It won't be.

[Just one more affirmation, because Fenris is sure it won't be a problem. He has put down many people he considers friends in his lifetime, people he felt for, people he pitied, whether it was because their minds were lost or because he was simply ordered to.

It won't be a problem.]

You...wish to do this now, then? [Well, shit.] If you're truly certain then...I suppose putting it off is pointless.

[chardismastic]

We've been here long enough, don't you think? [ With that business taken care of, he stands and rolls his good shoulder. ] I'll find you after. If you don't hear from me in thirty, I'm doing this in my room.

[ He doesn't know how much the Fourth would be able to pick up on, what he already knows, but the least they can do is to split up and make it hard for the little god. ]

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris hesitates a moment, but otherwise gives a nod of his head, posture straightening as he's now on alert. Or, more alert. He finds most days he's on alert regardless if he has reason to be or not.]

Right. I will be here then.

[Hopefully it won't take too long because he will spend every second worrying.]

[chardismastic]

[ One thing to say for the Fourth, he's to the point. Something Rafe can appreciate in the midst of everything else about their situation and it's creeping on that half-hour mark when he exits his room. His arm itched like a son of a bitch when the circuits first fused but it's easing fast.

He doesn't feel any different as he comes back downstairs to find Fenris and show he's in— Well, as many pieces as he went up in. The frustration at the lack of immediate change (not any stronger that he can tell, no wings, no laser eyes, definitely not any larger, dammit) makes him sour, distracts him from noticing the lack of shadow he casts in the already-darkened house.

So Fenris may be startled when Rafe's voice comes from seemingly nowhere as he invisibly glides toward the couch. ]

Here's hoping we don't live to regret this.