Not Goodbye
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walkyourownwayTitle: Not Goodbye
Fandom: Critical Role
Main Character(s): Dorian Storm
Minor Character(s): Dariax Zaveon, Opal, Fy'ra Rai, Morrighan Ferus, Cyrus Wyvernwind
Genre: General, Friendship
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: Campaign 3: Bells Hells © Critical Role
Notes: post "Blood and Dust". So I know I still have the collection I'm still working on, the fics about episode 14. And I had other fics that I also planned on writing that take place; one set between ExU and Campaign 3, and one set after ExU: Kymal. But then I got this little idea after Thursday's episode, and...well, I just had to go for it. It might be a bit rough since I wrote it so quickly though, so my apologies for that.
Summary: Fearne fastens the tooth to the ribbon, creating a necklace that she holds out to Dorian. "Just for you to remember us and the adventures that we've had. In case, you know, something bad happens and we never see each other again."
Dorian chuckles softly, a touched smile on his face as he takes the necklace. "It is entirely possible. But I'll tell you this...." he continues as he loops the necklace over his head, "If for some reason this tooth ever falls off, there's no way I would ever forget you."
Suddenly, something from around Dorian’s neck falls to the ground.
He doesn’t seem to notice at first, the crackling from the fire just a bit louder than the object’s soft impact. But eventually Dariax waves from his seat across the fire to get the bard’s attention.
“Hey uh, Dorian? Think you dropped something there,” the dwarf says, gesturing downwards.
“Hmm?” Dorian searches the ground, but it still takes a moment before he sees a flash of white against the dark earth, lying between his feet. “Oh, I guess I did. Thank you.”
As he reaches down to pick it up, Opal gasps loudly. “Oh my god. Is that a tooth?”
Dorian chuckles lightly, holding up the ribbon to let the tooth dangle so the others could see it. “Actually, it is. Fearne had given it to me before Cyrus and I left Marquet.”
“And do we want to know… how Fearne came to acquire a tooth of that size?” Fy’ra Rai asks, her tone a mix of disturbed and proud.
“It was from a mimic we fought once,” Dorian replies with a shrug, lowering the tooth back down into his free hand. “I believe I told you guys about it, right? The one in the alley next to the theater. After we fought it, Fearne managed to pull a few teeth from it before we were sent away, and she fashioned one into a necklace as a sort of parting gift for me.”
Dariax can’t help a laugh. “Yeah, that sounds like Fearne.”
“How did it fall, though?” Morrighan can’t help wondering. “Did it break off or something?”
With a frown, Dorian wraps his fingers around the tooth and runs his other hand along the ribbon, trying to inspect it for any tears or fraying. “No, it doesn’t look like it. Seems like the knot just came undone somehow.”
“Well, as long as it’s not damaged or anything,” Opal remarks as she sits back, feeling the matter settled.
Dorian nods as well, though falls quiet as the rest of the conversation picks back up around him. Rubbing the loose ends of the ribbon between his fingers, he looks down at the tooth in his hand, and something suddenly twists in his chest as he thinks back to the evening that he had left.
Just for you to remember us and the adventures that we've had. In case, you know, something bad happens and we never see each other again.
“… Bron?” The soft voice startles Dorian from his thoughts, and he glances up to meet his brother’s concerned eyes. “You all right?”
He clears his throat, more to buy a little time before answering than anything, but eventually manages a nod. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, keeping his tone as light as possible as he takes one end of the ribbon in each hand to tie the tooth necklace back around his neck.
Cyrus doesn’t seem to entirely believe him, but the older air genasi drops it for the moment with a nod of his own, and turns his attention back to the rest of the group.
And Dorian tries to as well, tries to pay attention to what the others are talking about, but he’s having trouble keeping his mind present as he tucks the tooth back under his cloak. Because he can’t shake the troubled feeling that settles in the pit of his stomach. He isn’t exactly sure why – it was just a necklace made of a tooth and ribbon, the knot had probably just been loosened from his movement. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything.
In case, you know, something bad happens and we never see each other again.
Without thinking, his hand reaches for the Sending Stone, but Dorian doesn’t pull it out just yet. He always worries a little about reaching out to the others at a bad time, in case they’re in the middle of something. As guilty as he feels about it, he does prefer waiting to hear from them first, so at least he knows he won’t be interrupting something. And if something is wrong – even though he has no real reason to think that anything is! – then the last thing he would ever want to do is distract them during a crucial or dangerous moment.
And he knows them. It’s Bells Hells, he knows the people there, knows what they’re all capable of. Especially Fearne, and especially Orym. If there was ever anyone who could handle… whatever is happening, it’s him. It’s all of them. They would be fine.
He just had to keep telling himself that. Of course they’d be fine. And if not, then they would just call him up for help.
…Wouldn’t they?
Fandom: Critical Role
Main Character(s): Dorian Storm
Minor Character(s): Dariax Zaveon, Opal, Fy'ra Rai, Morrighan Ferus, Cyrus Wyvernwind
Genre: General, Friendship
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: Campaign 3: Bells Hells © Critical Role
Notes: post "Blood and Dust". So I know I still have the collection I'm still working on, the fics about episode 14. And I had other fics that I also planned on writing that take place; one set between ExU and Campaign 3, and one set after ExU: Kymal. But then I got this little idea after Thursday's episode, and...well, I just had to go for it. It might be a bit rough since I wrote it so quickly though, so my apologies for that.
Summary: Fearne fastens the tooth to the ribbon, creating a necklace that she holds out to Dorian. "Just for you to remember us and the adventures that we've had. In case, you know, something bad happens and we never see each other again."
Dorian chuckles softly, a touched smile on his face as he takes the necklace. "It is entirely possible. But I'll tell you this...." he continues as he loops the necklace over his head, "If for some reason this tooth ever falls off, there's no way I would ever forget you."
Suddenly, something from around Dorian’s neck falls to the ground.
He doesn’t seem to notice at first, the crackling from the fire just a bit louder than the object’s soft impact. But eventually Dariax waves from his seat across the fire to get the bard’s attention.
“Hey uh, Dorian? Think you dropped something there,” the dwarf says, gesturing downwards.
“Hmm?” Dorian searches the ground, but it still takes a moment before he sees a flash of white against the dark earth, lying between his feet. “Oh, I guess I did. Thank you.”
As he reaches down to pick it up, Opal gasps loudly. “Oh my god. Is that a tooth?”
Dorian chuckles lightly, holding up the ribbon to let the tooth dangle so the others could see it. “Actually, it is. Fearne had given it to me before Cyrus and I left Marquet.”
“And do we want to know… how Fearne came to acquire a tooth of that size?” Fy’ra Rai asks, her tone a mix of disturbed and proud.
“It was from a mimic we fought once,” Dorian replies with a shrug, lowering the tooth back down into his free hand. “I believe I told you guys about it, right? The one in the alley next to the theater. After we fought it, Fearne managed to pull a few teeth from it before we were sent away, and she fashioned one into a necklace as a sort of parting gift for me.”
Dariax can’t help a laugh. “Yeah, that sounds like Fearne.”
“How did it fall, though?” Morrighan can’t help wondering. “Did it break off or something?”
With a frown, Dorian wraps his fingers around the tooth and runs his other hand along the ribbon, trying to inspect it for any tears or fraying. “No, it doesn’t look like it. Seems like the knot just came undone somehow.”
“Well, as long as it’s not damaged or anything,” Opal remarks as she sits back, feeling the matter settled.
Dorian nods as well, though falls quiet as the rest of the conversation picks back up around him. Rubbing the loose ends of the ribbon between his fingers, he looks down at the tooth in his hand, and something suddenly twists in his chest as he thinks back to the evening that he had left.
Just for you to remember us and the adventures that we've had. In case, you know, something bad happens and we never see each other again.
“… Bron?” The soft voice startles Dorian from his thoughts, and he glances up to meet his brother’s concerned eyes. “You all right?”
He clears his throat, more to buy a little time before answering than anything, but eventually manages a nod. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, keeping his tone as light as possible as he takes one end of the ribbon in each hand to tie the tooth necklace back around his neck.
Cyrus doesn’t seem to entirely believe him, but the older air genasi drops it for the moment with a nod of his own, and turns his attention back to the rest of the group.
And Dorian tries to as well, tries to pay attention to what the others are talking about, but he’s having trouble keeping his mind present as he tucks the tooth back under his cloak. Because he can’t shake the troubled feeling that settles in the pit of his stomach. He isn’t exactly sure why – it was just a necklace made of a tooth and ribbon, the knot had probably just been loosened from his movement. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything.
In case, you know, something bad happens and we never see each other again.
Without thinking, his hand reaches for the Sending Stone, but Dorian doesn’t pull it out just yet. He always worries a little about reaching out to the others at a bad time, in case they’re in the middle of something. As guilty as he feels about it, he does prefer waiting to hear from them first, so at least he knows he won’t be interrupting something. And if something is wrong – even though he has no real reason to think that anything is! – then the last thing he would ever want to do is distract them during a crucial or dangerous moment.
And he knows them. It’s Bells Hells, he knows the people there, knows what they’re all capable of. Especially Fearne, and especially Orym. If there was ever anyone who could handle… whatever is happening, it’s him. It’s all of them. They would be fine.
He just had to keep telling himself that. Of course they’d be fine. And if not, then they would just call him up for help.
…Wouldn’t they?
