An explanation for the weird little "that's not magic!" bit in "Prince". Wondered if anyone'd spot what it was.
Right, so I'm working on some stuff that's plot-important in my headcanon, and I want to get it just right - that's why this update is late and short. Hopefully chap 20 should be out by tomorrow - if not, don't kill me, it won't be much longer.
Chemical Bond
Alistair
He's been feeling an odd jitteriness the nearer they get to the Tower, which he doesn't quite understand - though he certainly doesn't approve of all the Chantry's methods, and the lyrium and the drug-addled templars certainly make him nervous, he isn't a mage. He shouldn't be feeling like this, right?
Something occurs to him, and he closes his eyes and listens. Sure enough, along with the ever-present nearly-tuneful thrumming in his blood, there is... fear. Anger. Sadness?
He is half-sympathetic and half- wonderstruck when he looks over to Morgana. Another one!
The horrible, blank emptiness, of having so many other half-songs and emotions - which he'd eventually learnt to block out, but still occasionally called on in times of need, to remember his family were around - snuffed out with the Wardens' death, being the only one, blood crying out to silence...
He realises she must have been a Warden long enough for the taint-sense to take effect.
He sneaks another look at her, wondering if she can sense him too - there are no visible signs; she is at her now-usual place, sitting fairly close to Leliana (she moved, he realises with surprise) and frowning into the campfire, as if trying to find patterns in the flames. Or pictures - he remembers the sounds she makes at night in the throes of the dreams, and he shudders at what she might be seeing amongst the flickering.
Suddenly, she looks up, as if sensing his curiosity; maybe she is.
He's caught between being overjoyed and slightly worried about her reaction to this chemical bond they now share.