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trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
neverheardofhim) wrote in trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.
[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
no subject
[He'd been a hypocrite, to spurn her and venerate the dead girl. Especially when Elda had been smart enough to know better, with just as much weight on her shoulders. He could have argued numbers, could have argued that her people were less deserving of saving, but again, it was all assumptions. And the fact that she said families...]
[He swallowed hard.]
[When Elda swung, he made no effort to move away, instead taking the blow full-force. It crippled him, sent him onto a knee, but it was better that way. He didn't want to look at her, didn't want to face the fact that he'd been so caught up in his self-righteousness that he'd condemned her.]
[Cassandra had been right. He only thought of himself.]
[He tasted apologies on his tongue, but bit them back. He knew Elda well enough to know she wouldn't listen.]