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WHO: Fiona, Zevran, Alistair
WHAT: Fiona would have gotten away with it if it weren't for that meddling Antivan.
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Skyhold
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WHAT: Fiona would have gotten away with it if it weren't for that meddling Antivan.
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: (❁°͈▵°͈)
Alistair is still confused.
But now he's going to be confused with pasta, so that's nice. And he's indoors, in a room warm enough to roll up his sleeves. And Zevran is here, which is—suspicious. Maybe it's not actually better than being summoned mysteriously by Fiona alone; the potential for trouble seems to double when Zevran is involved. Until such time the extent of the trouble is revealed, however, Alistair will remain cautiously pleased that he's here.
Cautious is the key word. He has an easy manner even while nervous and suspicious. He's barely been there fifteen seconds before he's slumped crookedly in a chair with his elbow hooked over the back and his legs sprawled out ahead of him, expectantly bewildered gaze shifting unhurriedly between the two elves until one of them says something.
But now he's going to be confused with pasta, so that's nice. And he's indoors, in a room warm enough to roll up his sleeves. And Zevran is here, which is—suspicious. Maybe it's not actually better than being summoned mysteriously by Fiona alone; the potential for trouble seems to double when Zevran is involved. Until such time the extent of the trouble is revealed, however, Alistair will remain cautiously pleased that he's here.
Cautious is the key word. He has an easy manner even while nervous and suspicious. He's barely been there fifteen seconds before he's slumped crookedly in a chair with his elbow hooked over the back and his legs sprawled out ahead of him, expectantly bewildered gaze shifting unhurriedly between the two elves until one of them says something.
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"I don't know where you're from or... anything," he says, prompting, and finally takes that drink.
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She wasn't really eating, she was simply pushing the food around on her plate, making shapes, distracting herself, "we were...okay, well off than most...there was meat on the table. Enough for me to sneak a portion of it to a stray cat every night. My...father was protective of his family, his children...he wanted to spare us from as much of the world's horrors as possible. I was seven when I lost my family...a stupid little girl."
She couldn't eat, no matter how well meaning the gesture was in preparing the food. She still poked at it though, with her knife.
"I was cold and hungry, but not for long...I was taken in and given food and a warm bed to sleep in until I was claimed by a human noble who was also kind...and he took me away to stay in his home. My first impression was that it was so beautiful...like a glimmering palace. How lucky could a child be?"
She said it wasn't an easy story, but she would spare as many of the details as she could.
"But the Comte was a cruel and angry man under his smile and I never saw much of that glimmering palace outside of the dim cell he kept me in. He let me out only when he wanted to go to Val Royeaux without his wife...when I was about fourteen a woman in Val Royeaux noticed my magical gifts even though I did not. I had never seen the Comte so angry, though he didn't need a reason to do the things he did, he was simply a cruel person...but he wouldn't even release me from the pain of living under his cruelty, and the cruelty was constant after that day. Then I became angry..."
A very dark expression crossed Fiona's face, before she took the knife in her hand and viciously drove it into a piece of meat.
"How dare he!...It was all I could think before my magic manifested nearly killing us both...though it did kill him. I only wanted to bring that glimmering palace of his down on his head...fortunately I did not. His wife found me...and for some strange reason she did not have me killed, she did not call for the guard. It was the first thing she had ever done for me that wasn't in complete apathy of my situation. Grateful to me I expect, for making her a very rich widow and ridding her of a cruel husband."
She let the knife go and it remained standing upright where she skewered the meat. She released a sigh and some of the tension escaped her as well.
"From there I was transferred to the Montsimmard Circle where I excelled out of spite. I was the only elf, you see, and even then there was a hierarchy...I was at the bottom of that hierarchy. My teacher wanted to do everything in her power to turn me into a proper lady and I wanted to do everything in my power to defy her. Every step of the way."
And finally Fiona smiled, almost triumphantly.
"Then one day Genevieve came to the Circle. Warden-Commander in Orlais. When I laid eyes on her I knew there was nowhere else I wanted to be. It had to be better! She wouldn't take me at first, but no one else was volunteering and I pleaded...and I became a Grey Warden...and Genevieve was everything I'd dreamed...I wanted to follow her. She was brave and strong, stern and fair, she ploughed through obstacles as if nothing could stand in her way...and it didn't matter who I was or where I came from. She was larger than life itself...someone I wanted to emulate."
And with that Fiona ended her story, having gone on long enough she reached for her own glass of wine. It was a rattling experience, but Alistair deserved to know about it.
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And to stop eating. And to not look at Zevran at all, because there's no reassurance to be offered.
"I'm sorry," he says uselessly.
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Fiona wasn't at all sure how reassuring that would be, she'd made her own mistakes where Alistair was concerned. It was the truth as she knew it, however, extreme happiness even for a moment was worth it.