[ When Lapis approaches, Cole immediately senses something similar and he perks up. It's not the Fade clinging to her, but there's still a song written into her, and one that he's never heard before. Ghosts aren't something that exist in his world like they do for Lapis, but he's responding to Mitchell, because he feels enough like a spirit that it's familiar. Not a demon, but a spirit, which is something rare.
...He wishes Solas were here, in this moment. Solas would be able to explain what it is he's feeling, since Solas always seemed to know, since Solas was so much in both places.
But without Solas to interpret, he's curious, and so he looks up to meet her eyes. His face is gaunt, and he looks sad and sickly, but his eyes are kind and gentle. He doesn't step closer, but she has his attention, which is more than what can be said for most. ]
You're different.
[ He states that bluntly, then pauses. She might have something to say, but before she can, he interrupts. ]
You hear more than most, but not a mage that let's the songs sing through them and turn it. You just listen.
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...He wishes Solas were here, in this moment. Solas would be able to explain what it is he's feeling, since Solas always seemed to know, since Solas was so much in both places.
But without Solas to interpret, he's curious, and so he looks up to meet her eyes. His face is gaunt, and he looks sad and sickly, but his eyes are kind and gentle. He doesn't step closer, but she has his attention, which is more than what can be said for most. ]
You're different.
[ He states that bluntly, then pauses. She might have something to say, but before she can, he interrupts. ]
You hear more than most, but not a mage that let's the songs sing through them and turn it. You just listen.