And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[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).]

Comments

[tsugomori]

I see, I see... well, then take it from me that I prefer battles, yes, and fighting is quite fun, but the ones where you're fighting for your life on the false promise by this man aren't very honorable in the slightest.

Neither do I like it very much.

[ Fighting until you die a noble death...for a cause that is worth it (not one veiled with empty promises), is something that would be acceptable to him. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ Spoken like an actual Samurai or something. She hums a little, looking off at the bookshelves before she shakes her head and stands, stretching herself out a bit ]

Well, then let's hope I don't need to drop you into that shadow pit later. That wouldn't be fun for anyone.

[tsugomori]

Oh yes, I hope not. But if it happens, it happens.

[ Life eventually comes to an end, after all. No matter how much he cares about someone, he won't be able to deny this. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ You know she...

... Appreciates that he didn't say it was impossible he would kill someone or something like that. She actually hums and approving noise, but then waves her hand by way of a goodby and makes to leave. She's totally said her peace, so. ]