[Somehow, no one is approaching this one, even if he looks rather obviously like he doesn't belong. For anything. In fact, they seem to be completely ignoring him. And rather than being upset or angry, he seems just fine with that. He stands in the middle of the road—dirty patched leathers, pale stringy hair, and a wide hat—but everyone seems to just walk right around him without even noticing it, then carrying on with their lives without so much as acknowledging the young man.
More than anything, he looks like he’s listening—to what is unclear. There’s too much noise with the crowd all trying to speak over each other to make out anything specific. But he definitely seems to be concentrating on something. He doesn’t seem to notice too much that the place itself is strange—that he’s never seen it before. That isn’t the most important part, really. Not as far as he’s concerned.
After a moment he speaks, quietly and mostly to himself, but it doesn’t make much sense.]
It’s too loud. Too much. Whispers, worries... She walks and...she smiles, but she doesn't want to. Not really. Not while he's stuck.
[He shakes his head, but doesn’t move. It’s hard to know where to start in the face of so many people, all with their own little secret things he needed to help with—even though they smiled. So many of them needed him that he stood frozen, trying to think of the first thing to do. Eventually he’ll have to do something—his nature won’t let him do otherwise. But for now, he’s torn.]
Cole | Dragon Age: Inquisition
[Somehow, no one is approaching this one, even if he looks rather obviously like he doesn't belong. For anything. In fact, they seem to be completely ignoring him. And rather than being upset or angry, he seems just fine with that. He stands in the middle of the road—dirty patched leathers, pale stringy hair, and a wide hat—but everyone seems to just walk right around him without even noticing it, then carrying on with their lives without so much as acknowledging the young man.
More than anything, he looks like he’s listening—to what is unclear. There’s too much noise with the crowd all trying to speak over each other to make out anything specific. But he definitely seems to be concentrating on something. He doesn’t seem to notice too much that the place itself is strange—that he’s never seen it before. That isn’t the most important part, really. Not as far as he’s concerned.
After a moment he speaks, quietly and mostly to himself, but it doesn’t make much sense.]
It’s too loud. Too much. Whispers, worries... She walks and...she smiles, but she doesn't want to. Not really. Not while he's stuck.
[He shakes his head, but doesn’t move. It’s hard to know where to start in the face of so many people, all with their own little secret things he needed to help with—even though they smiled. So many of them needed him that he stood frozen, trying to think of the first thing to do. Eventually he’ll have to do something—his nature won’t let him do otherwise. But for now, he’s torn.]