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rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
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Yes. The Archon is with us, [ a fact the rest of the inquisition doesn't need to know until he's in kirkwall. ] a fact the rest of the Inquisition does not need to know until he is in Kirkwall.
[ also thranduil stole his hat. ]
We will be pursued, if Corypheus has not already sent a ship. I have heard that Beleth is making preparations.
[ after a moment: ] I am very glad neither of you are here.
[ also thranduil stole his hat. ]
We will be pursued, if Corypheus has not already sent a ship. I have heard that Beleth is making preparations.
[ after a moment: ] I am very glad neither of you are here.
( she rolls to sit up properly when iorveth does - casts a not guilty enough for thranduil's liking later look towards where her satchel and weapons are ready to be grabbed when the walrus is ready to set out.
he doesn't need additional worries just yet. he'll know soon enough. )
Preparations are being made, ( she agrees, flattening a comforting hand on iorveth's stomach as much for herself as for him. )
What are we doing with the Archon? What happened?
he doesn't need additional worries just yet. he'll know soon enough. )
Preparations are being made, ( she agrees, flattening a comforting hand on iorveth's stomach as much for herself as for him. )
What are we doing with the Archon? What happened?
Keeping him alive. He may yet be useful for heading a resistance against Corypheus' occupying forces, once he is in better health.
[ he sighs. it is no artful thing. he is tired. ]
One of the elves he enslaved stabbed him with a poisoned dagger, though I do not know if it was at the behest of the Venatori or her own doing. She was exceedingly clever about it.
[ another beat. ]
Her name was Caesennia. Or-- he called her that. She had no tongue to speak it herself.
[ he sighs. it is no artful thing. he is tired. ]
One of the elves he enslaved stabbed him with a poisoned dagger, though I do not know if it was at the behest of the Venatori or her own doing. She was exceedingly clever about it.
[ another beat. ]
Her name was Caesennia. Or-- he called her that. She had no tongue to speak it herself.
[ ...................oh.
it's a good fucking thing Iorveth didn't go with him, and also that Iorveth is not likely to be allowed near this Archon. Enslaved elf, no tongue, revenge stabbing. He can't help but say it - ]
And we thought this dh'oine not only worth suffering to live, but rescuing? Allying with?
[ there's a growl in his voice. ]
it's a good fucking thing Iorveth didn't go with him, and also that Iorveth is not likely to be allowed near this Archon. Enslaved elf, no tongue, revenge stabbing. He can't help but say it - ]
And we thought this dh'oine not only worth suffering to live, but rescuing? Allying with?
[ there's a growl in his voice. ]
We have a poor score for keeping the rulers of countries alive. He is a point in our favor.
[ he switches to sindarin; expects them to keep up. ]
His death would gain us nothing, here and now.
[ he switches to sindarin; expects them to keep up. ]
His death would gain us nothing, here and now.
It would gain us-
( gwenaelle curls her fist around the crystal, deafening thranduil to them and dropping back into trade from her frustrated and clumsier sindarin. it would gain us a dead archon, she wanted to say, but instead in an undertone to iorveth, )
The Walrus is going to meet the ships.
( she is going to be on it.
fight with him now, when he's just going to say kingly things, or later when there's a crew of pirates to sway to their side and a knife in her hands? )
Maybe we should play nice.
( gwenaelle curls her fist around the crystal, deafening thranduil to them and dropping back into trade from her frustrated and clumsier sindarin. it would gain us a dead archon, she wanted to say, but instead in an undertone to iorveth, )
The Walrus is going to meet the ships.
( she is going to be on it.
fight with him now, when he's just going to say kingly things, or later when there's a crew of pirates to sway to their side and a knife in her hands? )
Maybe we should play nice.
[ he's quick to put his hand over Gwenaelle's, and while he hears what she has to say, this is not a topic he's dropping lightly, finishing her sentiment. ]
- Justice for all those who's lives he's stolen, enslaved, tortured. And honor for the dead.
[ she didn't have a tongue, thranduil. sometimes he feels like he needs to remind the elven king that the elves of this world and iorveth's didn't have the luxuries his own did. how much one cruel human's death can mean to all those underneath him, harmed by him, and all those who didn't live long enough to see it.
he very bitterly wants to say something about abandoning elves to die may as well be kin-slaying, but that part he keeps to himself well enough. ] But, of course, singular morality means so little when political gain is to be had.
[ that would be sarcasm. but also, it's one of the things that sickens him about most humans in war, and many elves. ]
- Justice for all those who's lives he's stolen, enslaved, tortured. And honor for the dead.
[ she didn't have a tongue, thranduil. sometimes he feels like he needs to remind the elven king that the elves of this world and iorveth's didn't have the luxuries his own did. how much one cruel human's death can mean to all those underneath him, harmed by him, and all those who didn't live long enough to see it.
he very bitterly wants to say something about abandoning elves to die may as well be kin-slaying, but that part he keeps to himself well enough. ] But, of course, singular morality means so little when political gain is to be had.
[ that would be sarcasm. but also, it's one of the things that sickens him about most humans in war, and many elves. ]
[ thranduil, who is doing his best impression of an adult on peanuts, is making various points, but as his voice is currently being muffled by gwenaëlle’s hand, all of it goes unheard. eventually, when she pulls it away— ]
—else we may not survive.
But we will seen one another soon, and I am soothed by that if nothing else.
—else we may not survive.
But we will seen one another soon, and I am soothed by that if nothing else.
[ well, of course he had to go say that, and knock Iorveth off his injustice soap box with feelings. this motherfucker right here. ]
As are we. [ softer, quieter. they'll discuss the issue of the archon, and the phylactery, once he's back. iorveth doesn't want him distracted by it right now. ] Travel safely, take no unnecessary risks.
As are we. [ softer, quieter. they'll discuss the issue of the archon, and the phylactery, once he's back. iorveth doesn't want him distracted by it right now. ] Travel safely, take no unnecessary risks.
[ he answers it only with sadness. ]
Then the clan will die out, for there will be no elflings. All the elves of that generations will have left, or taken lovers that will lead to only elfblooded children.
Then the clan will die out, for there will be no elflings. All the elves of that generations will have left, or taken lovers that will lead to only elfblooded children.
Edited 2018-08-19 00:34 (UTC)
You mean what happened to my family.
( it is the best of all possible answers to that, of the things she might have said, which doesn't make it a good answer or a conversation useful to have. she extricates herself from his arms with a half-hearted pat of his shoulder that isn't entirely without sympathy, but—
that's a hard thing to muster sympathy for. she should unpack. or start cleaning up these flowers, since one of them actually has to sleep in this room while he's away. )
( it is the best of all possible answers to that, of the things she might have said, which doesn't make it a good answer or a conversation useful to have. she extricates herself from his arms with a half-hearted pat of his shoulder that isn't entirely without sympathy, but—
that's a hard thing to muster sympathy for. she should unpack. or start cleaning up these flowers, since one of them actually has to sleep in this room while he's away. )
I distinctly remember your sisters being murdered, else your hatred of Celene is horridly misplaced, l[ ightly, forcing himself into good cheer. ] rather than what I expect is namely teenage rebellion. The shine will wear off, and then what? The Inquisition will not be around forever, and vallaslin is permanent.
( bless you, thranduil, for occasionally knowing precisely what to say to make her point for her.
granted, he might have objections if he knew exactly what they were about, but nevermind it. it can wait. )
You'll have better odds soon, ( she says. ) Your ship's to rendezvous with Araceli's latest naval acquisition. I think they've some hopes of stealing another in the process.
granted, he might have objections if he knew exactly what they were about, but nevermind it. it can wait. )
You'll have better odds soon, ( she says. ) Your ship's to rendezvous with Araceli's latest naval acquisition. I think they've some hopes of stealing another in the process.
I don't think you should be so dismissive,
( after a moment's pause, sweeping an armload of flowers from their places, )
Nahariel didn't sound to me like someone in the throes of rebellion. Unless, of course, you intend to say that feelings for humans are naturally less and like to fade.
( in all fairness: if she believed he might mean that, she'd never say it out loud. this is a fishing expedition for affection. )
( after a moment's pause, sweeping an armload of flowers from their places, )
Nahariel didn't sound to me like someone in the throes of rebellion. Unless, of course, you intend to say that feelings for humans are naturally less and like to fade.
( in all fairness: if she believed he might mean that, she'd never say it out loud. this is a fishing expedition for affection. )
[ wow, rude, he worked hard on those, and also, where is she going. ]
I do not doubt her, I doubt whatever fool she placed her heart in the care of, for I would trust no Man with the care of it and I would know if it was a Rifter.
[ because she needs it: ]
I will love you for the rest of time.
I do not doubt her, I doubt whatever fool she placed her heart in the care of, for I would trust no Man with the care of it and I would know if it was a Rifter.
[ because she needs it: ]
I will love you for the rest of time.
( she always needs to hear it, echoing around her cavernous heart; empty and overflowing both. upon consideration, passing the bed, she baps him in the face with a rose. )
I don't know who she was talking about, she didn't say. You might have a point.
( men are garbage. )
I don't know who she was talking about, she didn't say. You might have a point.
( men are garbage. )
[ It's the night after Solas had spent his evening with Galadriel, tied up in her bed doing nothing more than venturing through dreams together. He left her early that morning, making his way across Kirkwall without any hesitation in his steps, quick and sharp as he makes his way towards some of the most familiar walls; Thranduil's office.
He stands, hesitant, pausing at the doorway as he had with Galadriel's, but he breathes.
Some of the anxiety is gone, but the nerves are still there. He is uncertain, he is on edge, and he knocks, trying to smother it. ]
He stands, hesitant, pausing at the doorway as he had with Galadriel's, but he breathes.
Some of the anxiety is gone, but the nerves are still there. He is uncertain, he is on edge, and he knocks, trying to smother it. ]
[ thranduil opens it; to the office, which is serene as ever, the window open to catch some of the harbour breeze, and the bedroom beyond it, which looks to be in the midst of a tornado, that is: clothes flung about-- he is packing for tevinter. ]
Solas? [ his hair, braided back, severe, from his face. ] Come in.
Solas? [ his hair, braided back, severe, from his face. ] Come in.
[ thranduil just... stops. ]
Who? [ and then: ] We must move you from the Gallows. South, into Ferelden if we can.
Who? [ and then: ] We must move you from the Gallows. South, into Ferelden if we can.
Unrestrained tongues are as dangerous as unsheathed knives.
[ which is to say: yes, you are being threatened. thranduil shakes his head, and beckons solas back to his bedroom. if the inquisition isn't about to collapse, then they can pack and talk. ]
So Galadriel and I are to have comrades in your service.
[ which is to say: yes, you are being threatened. thranduil shakes his head, and beckons solas back to his bedroom. if the inquisition isn't about to collapse, then they can pack and talk. ]
So Galadriel and I are to have comrades in your service.
[ thranduil hands him a short stack of plain linen shirts, gwenaelle's embroidery at the cuffs and neckline, for folding, and busies himself with tucking his trousers into a small rucksack. ]
Her? How? Mellon-nin, she is only a child, and that is your life- the life of the Elvhen- in her hands.
Her? How? Mellon-nin, she is only a child, and that is your life- the life of the Elvhen- in her hands.
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