He was lost in his thoughts, his pathetic musings, but he still heard her approach so quietly, still analyzed the pace of steps and the weight pressing into the grasses. The magician had taught him well, after all. So, chances were it was female, and possibly hesitant or something. He didn't really care enough to think more on it. They weren't a threat, and they weren't Cerva. Why couldn't it ever be Cerva.
She didn't seem interested in continuing on either, and she stopped not far away. A soft voice, like a sweet melody or quiet lullaby, played from her lips and he finally turned dull, black eyes to her.
"Hi there. Do you remember me?"
Uhh, no. Should he? He frowned. There was almost something there... Something about those wings that looked like the decorative tail of some exotic bird. Something in those deep, doe-like eyes, maybe. It tickled at the back of his mind, taunted him to remember yet another memory he must have forced from his mind for the sake of his focus and training. He felt like he was so close to remembering, so close, but damn it slipped away and only frustrated him more.
"I remember you," she continued, further driving home the fact that he'd forgotten yet another person in his life. Hopefully, she hadn't been as vital as Cerva had been. But no, she said they'd met not long ago. Then again, he'd met Leliana not long ago and she was damn important.
He held his silence, waiting for more hints that might produce- Well, then there was a flash of Zoryn, gold and painted. His frown deepened. God, this wasn't one of Zor's toys, right? ...Nah, she looked too soft, too sweet, too kind-hearted. Looked more like.. well, more like someone Dovev would be attracted to rather than Zor. That didn't help him remember though.
Aurora, she introduced herself -or maybe reminded him- made an offer of friendship. Yeah, okay, so clearly they hadn't known each other long at all. He didn't have friends. He had enemies. He had victims. Well, temporary victims. Hard to be a victim when they're dead, he supposed.
"I'd like to be your friend. Would you like to be mine?"
Babe, I think you're making a mistake by even talking to me.
Another fragment of memory slipped in, of him.. talking to her? Staring at her? Reaching for her. Afraid to soil her with the trail of blood seeping from him but wanting to touch her. And then Zoryn attacking. Yeah, that tended to happen to people who spoke to him or were seen with him. Either attacked by him or one of his enemies. Or, maybe in that case, Zoryn who wasn't really an enemy, but wasn't exactly a friend. He didn't have friends.
He glanced around, hoping he wouldn't see any bastard he knew that would start trouble thinking she may be someone that actually mattered to him. He wasn't too keen on the idea of having to protect her, this graceful beauty that couldn't possibly belong in the life of such a beast as he. Well, clearly he cared enough to warn her. That was disturbing.
Whatever.
You should probably move on, he advised, suggested. His life wasn't exactly safe, wasn't exactly beautiful and kind, and gentle souls like hers didn't belong in it. Leliana was proof enough of that, wasn't she? Her peaceful life ripped apart by knowing him, by meaning something to him. His jaw clenched tight and he stared hard into those innocent eyes, hating the sharp blades if heartache digging into him.
So say the word and I'll be running back to find you
A thousand armies won't stop me, I'll break through
