and it takes, and it takes, and it takes

[acherontiastyx]

[It... definitely takes a while for the weekly after-execution note to arrive, but it does --- kind of scrawly and on ripped paper rather than nice stationery.]

EY. YO. WE GOT EFFIGIES IN THE DINING ROOM AND WE'RE GONNA BURN EM.

FOOD TOO. THE USUAL AND HOT COCOA. GOOD FOR THE SOUL. GET SOME. MAYBE TAKE IT BACK TO YOUR ROOM IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GET SOME.

[Anyway, in the dining room, there's plenty of mugs set out, with a janky looking arrow sign pointing into the kitchen to where you can get your hot cocoa. On the table, there's Vichyssoise, a pot of green tea, and some booze. There's also a cookie tray on the floor away from the table on which to burn the Wordsmith and Kimbley effigies, which are handily placed near the food on the table.

...also if you go in the kitchen without shoes on just. Watch the northern corner. There's no kidneys, but there's a lot of broken plates there for some reason...]

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[neverheardofhim]

There's the Fang I know and love. [His smile almost seemed to reach his eyes.]

[Varric certainly hadn't expected instantaneous forgiveness. If anything, this was only meant to be a start, a step in the right direction. The dwarf had no plans on going anywhere, anytime soon. He could make things right. He'd done so with Cassandra, even after everything he done to her.]

[He could make it right here, too.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Despite herself, while she does take her hands back now and puts them on her hips, her reply is somewhat quippy ]

Careful, charmer.

[neverheardofhim]

Afraid I can't do that, Elda. It's a natural thing -- doesn't really turn off. [This time he did smile, even if it wasn't nearly as wide as it could have been. Progress, like this whole blighted conversation was.]

You ever drink, Elda? Can Vampires drink?

[matchbreaker]

Some people swear they can, but not really. [ She shakes her head ] By mixing it with blood, I mean. I know that weasel Glark does it, but it's pretty much just placebo. [ . . . A beat ] Well, sort of.

[ How does she put this. She taps her nails on the table between them, considering how to put this... ] ... The taste of a human's blood is in the blood affinity, but the texture and nature of it can be decided by diet. I've bitten some drunks in my day that made me feel light headed, probably because their blood was thinner...?

[ Um... hm. ] Some vampires also like chilled blood or stylized things like that. I've never really been a fan.

[neverheardofhim]

Mm. [He nodded, mulling her words over. He couldn't believe what he was about to say. He'd spent half of a damn trial scorning Kimbley for the same, after all. But the only way Varric knew how to bond, how to make shit right was over a drink.]


Come find me after I've had a few then. We can both enjoy ourselves then. [Hopefully she got the implication.]

1/2

[matchbreaker]

Huh...?

[ Is he asking her to go drinking with... him... ]

[matchbreaker]

--Oh! I'll-

[ . . . people offering this is still strange ] Consider it!

[neverheardofhim]

Alright. Guess that's the best I can ask for. [At least it wasn't a no.]

You going to be alright on your own? I need to go check on some of the others. [Some of the kids, both his own and the actual remaining child as well.]

[matchbreaker]

[ She nods. Honestly, she's working hard not to yawn because that wouldn't suit the mood and at least her somewhat tinged cheeks help. ]

Of course I will. Honestly, I'm not going to be here much longer, I'm going to... [ ... Well, she doesn't need to say that ] talk to my people too.

[neverheardofhim]

Alright, Fang. [He stood, paused, then stopped himself before leaving entirely.]

Take care?

[matchbreaker]

[ He's so sentimental. ... She supposes she can't blame him. ]

You too, Tethras.

[ And she waves him off, but mid-way through it sort of bring the hand back up over hr own mouth, trying to cover her yawn ]