Let No Soul Hunger For Justice: Nothing But The Truth

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Adelaide, Alistair, Anders, Bethany, Nathaniel, Varric, Vasran, Velanna
WHAT: The Second Ritual
WHEN: 10th of Bloomingtide (May 10th)
WHERE: half an hour outside of Skyhold
NOTES: Plotting post.

They've kept to the same clearing as the last, because the location's good. Far enough away that no one could stumble upon them by accident, near enough in case something went seriously wrong, it works.

He has scarcely more hope this time than he did the last, but at least there's no singing involved. This can't go as strangely. In theory.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

If you don't say anything you will not say anything true.

[ Varric stop talking. Please. They are learning things they probably wouldn't otherwise and it feels dishonest for all that it is brought about by blunt, compelled honesty and she shouldn't-

She has not yet earned the right to know this. Her own choice a week ago to remain silent remains thoroughly appealing but he's there and worried and Compassion is nudging and Maker, she needs a drink. ]

You are not souring this friendship. [ Straining, simmering, yes! Souring? No. ] I do not offend easily. I become frustrated and argumentative, yes, but I do not become offended as I would have to care a great deal about many things I do not have the time to spare for in order to be offended. I would be more flattered than offended at the offer of sex and am actually somewhat curious-

[ No, no, merde no. ]

And I would give almost anything for a bottle of brandy right now.

[hugeinorlais]

[Stop talking? Have you met Varric Tethras???]

[Before he can think better of it and/or stop himself, Varric starts to correct her.]

I wasn't offering; ever since Bianca I haven--[He actually manages to catch that one but only by covering his own mouth. After a moment of extremely tense silence he lowers his hand, just slightly.]

We should go find one. A bottle. Of anything, I don't care what. Drinking makes me depressed and chatty but, present circumstances being what they are, it can't really make things worse.

Besides, I'd be more comfortable getting shit-faced if I'm with a healer, anyway.

[fleurdesel]

Don't.

[ Less for that but more for- that isn't something she should know. That isn't something he wants to tell and she doesn't want to hear it unless it is given freely. ]

I'd rather hear it if you actually wanted to tell me.

[ Which he doesn't and wouldn't and-

Right. Brandy. ]

...My mother sent a case of Marcher Apple Brandy last week. I was going to give it to Josephine in hopes of spurring along obtaining a proper meeting room from the Mage Council or perhaps an office instead of working out of the library like a first year apprentice but- I want to say we need it more even though I know we don't.

[ Merde. ]

But it won't stop me from opening it all the same.