open; Give me a field, give me a big sky

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli, Morrigan, Asher and you
WHAT: Catch-all for Bloomingtide
WHEN: Bloomingtide (post-5th Bloomingtide for Araceli)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: A proper catch-up for all three characters below with specific starters and some open headers, if you'd like something specific feel free to hit me up! If you'd like a backdated thing for Araceli or Morrigan, let me know and I'll sort that too, I know I've been gone for a fair bit sorry!
Araceli's threads will all be post 5th Bloomingtide when she gets back from her mission in Antiva!
For some ooc details on Morrigan things, please see here, a rookery post will go up shortly for research helpers!
Warnings for talk of violence, blood and language in Asher's threads.

Comments

[aintwejust]

"Not even a shiv. Nothing. I tried giv'n her a dagger but she went green- says she's a healer, not much one for violence. I couldn't tell ya more than that as she kept to herself for the most part, real shy." Gave him all the more reason to try to mind her, try to keep her safe. The usual Mal business of trying to protect the little guy.

Of course the Val Chevin didn't work, too tight a space to make, too little time. "No demons, just idjits that thought dress'n up like people what summon them regularly was a great idea. THEN Li'l River Bug- the weird girl I told you 'bout, the one with the big eyes and can do freaky things? Slips in the mix and trips a coupla of them or somth'n? I couldn't rightly see but I'd told her to stick to the ship and a'course she didn't listen. The guard gets called in the middle of it and well. You know me and The Guard Captain don't rightly see eye to eye on the whole 'lets NOT arrest Captain Reynolds for this bullshit' thing and I didn't wanna have another argument. Korrin goes high, I go low, arrows go like arrows go. We make a coupla crispy pincushions, get the girl, get the package, get gone before the guard swings in. Monty's already prepped to sail out cuz he figured we'd be sprint'n for the shore cuz...he knows me and my luck."

Mal settles back with another pint, waving one over for Asher. "So we're back on pickle ship and back out soon as we can blink. We come back. I have words with the fella what paid me on 'why the fuck were here fake Venatori waiting for me', I get paid. I don't get arrested. Though... Guard captain's here NOW so that might still happen."

[hlif]

"Hasn't she heard the phrase 'a dagger for the dying'?" That's not even Asher being Asher, that's a genuine sort of query here but then it's the sort of thing that might be on a man's mind when he's probably asked his crew if they remember that because he thinks he did ask. He just doesn't want to confirm it because well, some things you don't talk about. "What was her name? Because I can think of someone but I know better than making assumptions that every elf looks alike the way pretty much everyone else does."

It's just one of those things that boggles Asher's mind. He can lump groups together like Templars because they decided to be that way, and most Orlesians because they choose to keep playing the Game to keep the wheels spinning, same with Grey Wardens, or Chantry folk. If someone's made a choice then it's fair to tar them with the same brush. If they haven't, if it's what happens to them? Well Asher's an arsehole but he's not that sort of person.

"Like those spellbinder fucks, we ran into the stragglers coming up on the Holdings before I came to Skyhold the first time, and really, River? River was there?" Something about River through no fault of her own never sits right with Asher and he's never spent any time with her, because Mal's stories are enough, more than enough. "You're going to owe Monty when you're all cosied up to the Maker's bosom and I'm off with the Lady of the Skies mate, never liked that Guard Captain though, had a few nights in the cells but well, piss poor bars hinges and you know how clumsy I can be. You know if she starts shit you don't even need to say a word right?"

Ain't nobody messing with his motherfucking clique. Lots of high places here. Asher's used to them. Kirkwall guard captains not so much.

[aintwejust]

"Kalliain? Katya? K-somth'n or other. She kinda mumbled it. Didn't much wanna ask her t'speak up, kinda looked like she'd keel over and die if Jayne farted." Course he's not all that surprised. He's a big ole human, she's a skinny little elf raised where big human men do real bad things t'little skinny elves if they think they can get away with it. Boils the blood, that- but he can' fix everything.

Little jobs, little things- that he manages.

"Snuck on the ship, didn't stay put when I told her to, snuck into the fight t'get the girl out so for that I'm grateful but if she got herself hurt her brother woulda turned me inta a frog." And he don't much care for the taste 'a flies, Asher. Not even a little. "Awww. I knew you loved me honey-bear."

Mal hooks a companionable arm around Asher's shoulder, tugging him in to press a messy kiss to his shaven temple.

[hlif]

"Not the one I'm thinking of, I know Eirlys, delivered supplies to her alienage in Gwaren on the way to that fucking shambles of a job." He still doesn't really know what to do with the fact that she seemed so surprised that he did it, that he threw in extras and didn't charge because Asher's a simple man of his word for all the noise and reputation. He doesn't need much and he has plenty, and honestly it sort of tickles him to use the coin nobles pay him to make sure elves somewhere have plenty of food and drink, medical supplies, and warm bedding.

"Shit he's not here is he?" Mal. Mal you need to stop with some of the company you keep okay. For Asher's sanity. He's got two Carta dwarves and Amalia with more chill. "You're the only one that gets to call me a bear, y'know that."

And if Mal is giving kisses then it's only fair that Asher ruffles his hair and grabs him to rub his beard on him. Been a while since he marked his turf. (And well there's a mouth in all that beard. There is a kiss to the temple because hey Asher is a businessman too.)

[aintwejust]

"Nah. He and his sister slipped back out not long ago." Something about someone from their past catch'n up- he'll worry about the girl. And maybe a little about the mage, but he knows when pretty means trouble and that kid certainly means plenty a both. Girl, now...

River'd kinda hooked in deep like one of his Crew, he screws his face up a little at the thought of her wandering about on her lonesome. Well. Lonesomeish.

"Cuz I'm special-" Words trail off into muffled laughter, it's been awhile since he's gotten a beard rub and it's a little like getting mauled by a friendly badger. At least he don't smell too much like khaddis at the moment. Mal takes it in stride, reaching up to comb his hair back down once all's said and done. "You're like a cat, y'know that?"