Kit had a limited number of encounters with demons and the Fade during his life in Thedas, and so the sensation of something speaking to him in his head is not foreign, precisely. It's sure as hell not welcome, though, and if it weren't for those sodding precious green eyes gazing up at him with all the contrition and crushing disappointment of, well, an overenthusiastic puppy, he'd be beating pavement in the opposite direction right now.
But the Dreaming has a way of forcing him to not only make peace with the shit that scares him senseless, but to actively make friends with it, too, and this moment appears to be no exception. So in spite of that initial jolt of shock, the negative associations don't sink their claws in as they might have months ago.
He cracks a crooked grin and looks from the pup to Flekk, then back again. He raises his eyebrows some. "Friends, huh? You promise to be nice?"
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Kit had a limited number of encounters with demons and the Fade during his life in Thedas, and so the sensation of something speaking to him in his head is not foreign, precisely. It's sure as hell not welcome, though, and if it weren't for those sodding precious green eyes gazing up at him with all the contrition and crushing disappointment of, well, an overenthusiastic puppy, he'd be beating pavement in the opposite direction right now.
But the Dreaming has a way of forcing him to not only make peace with the shit that scares him senseless, but to actively make friends with it, too, and this moment appears to be no exception. So in spite of that initial jolt of shock, the negative associations don't sink their claws in as they might have months ago.
He cracks a crooked grin and looks from the pup to Flekk, then back again. He raises his eyebrows some. "Friends, huh? You promise to be nice?"