Still with the flattery, even after all these years.
[Jim doesn't sound annoyed or disgusted by it though. The comment is a touch nostalgic though he'd been trying for casually friendly. Something in him aches to reach out and take Illario's hand. He doesn't, of course.]
Lace and I are about the same age you know. She's from a farm in Ferelden. I think from all my questions she clocked I wasn't a farmhand myself. I felt guilty not sharing much about my home. But I like being just 'Jim the Marcher'.
[He doesn't mind Josephine knowing his full name and title. It's allowing him to fill a niche the Inquisition needs. But around the other scouts? It's. Nice. To feel like he belongs for a change.]
Ah. I've heard some wild stories already. I feel like I've got the cushier gig here for the time being. But I take it seriously.
[He says, soft amusement in his voice, not at Jim, but for the strange situation that has them working together again, back in Orlais of all places. But needs must- and they have a collection of skills the Inquisition needs.]
Senior as in rank, bello. Not age. I would never presume a lady's age. [He grins, and pats Jim on the shoulder.] You have always been Jim the Marcher. This is just a side of you that was not at the fore until it had the opportunity. Frankly? It suits you.
I know you take it seriously. I don't think anyone involved in all of this can help but take it all... well. Perhaps not The Iron Bull. He seems not to take all that much seriously. But you truly want a story?
[It suits you. Jim doesn't realize just how much taller he stands to hear those words. How obvious his pride is to be doing work here. Work that matters.]
I haven't spent much time around The Bull or his people. He sees a whole lot more than I think people realize. I didn't want him to get too good a look at me.
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Date: 2026-05-07 01:23 pm (UTC)[Jim doesn't sound annoyed or disgusted by it though. The comment is a touch nostalgic though he'd been trying for casually friendly. Something in him aches to reach out and take Illario's hand. He doesn't, of course.]
Lace and I are about the same age you know. She's from a farm in Ferelden. I think from all my questions she clocked I wasn't a farmhand myself. I felt guilty not sharing much about my home. But I like being just 'Jim the Marcher'.
[He doesn't mind Josephine knowing his full name and title. It's allowing him to fill a niche the Inquisition needs. But around the other scouts? It's. Nice. To feel like he belongs for a change.]
Ah. I've heard some wild stories already. I feel like I've got the cushier gig here for the time being. But I take it seriously.
GASP- DESSERT!
Date: 2026-05-07 02:17 pm (UTC)[He says, soft amusement in his voice, not at Jim, but for the strange situation that has them working together again, back in Orlais of all places. But needs must- and they have a collection of skills the Inquisition needs.]
Senior as in rank, bello. Not age. I would never presume a lady's age. [He grins, and pats Jim on the shoulder.] You have always been Jim the Marcher. This is just a side of you that was not at the fore until it had the opportunity. Frankly? It suits you.
I know you take it seriously. I don't think anyone involved in all of this can help but take it all... well. Perhaps not The Iron Bull. He seems not to take all that much seriously. But you truly want a story?
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Date: 2026-05-16 02:22 pm (UTC)I haven't spent much time around The Bull or his people. He sees a whole lot more than I think people realize. I didn't want him to get too good a look at me.
[Sigh.]
Sure. What's your story??