( closed ) No longer I can justify the bloodshed in his name

[fightingale]

WHO: Leliana & various closed threads (for now - open stuff later)
WHAT: Wicked Grace night goes horribly wrong and Leliana is kind of dying
WHEN: forward dated to the night of the 22nd, post-assassination attempt
WHERE: Leliana's creepy Rookery chamber place
NOTES:
1. Pretentious images in the main post and starters in the comments because I'm a bit ridiculous.

2. Content warning for attempted murder/violence/poison/all that implies.

3. Party style threading is welcome and encouraged, it might make it a bit easier to discuss side matters after the initial discovery.

4. This will probably open up for including other threads and stuff that can be forward dated, but initially just closed.

5. There will be some terrible poetry in here and I'm not even sorry; it is only one in a series that will be left around Skyhold and will be posted later. Belle, Jansen & Libby are beautiful humans for enduring my rambles.

Comments

[obi_wanmanshow]

"Only a fool would consider anything of Leliana's as if it were entirely harmless," Obi-Wan replied, still examining the bedraggled boot in a distracted way. It was far too large to belong to Leliana herself, of course, and Obi-Wan was far from possessing a complete knowledge of her scouts and locally available informants.

A man's boot, this. He set it carefully on an unoccupied stretch of banister.

"A man leaving the tower with only one boot might attract someone's attention, if there was anyone to see him."

[seesobserves]

While he was reading, Sherlock grazed the paper with his fingertips, before bringing them to his nose and giving a sniff. Perfume. Roses again.

"If being the operative word." By now, he had more than enough to start down a probable path. He turned to address Bonheur:

"Scout. What has the Lady Nightingale ever told you about the Thorns of the Rose?"

Sorry for the hold up, was just pausing to see if anyone else was leaping in ;u;

[fightingale]

Bonheur, to her credit, doesn't let her brows hitch up at the sight of the blood - much. There is a comment on the tip of her tongue, and she is making a note to spread word to the other scouts and eyes and ears of missing boots and blood when the Alchemist asks her a question.

"Nothing, sir." A pause, then, to make sure as she has a moment of doubt. "Rather... Rather she has mentioned them, but only their rumoured existence. Nothing more that I can think of." She chews the inside of her cheek. "Do you want me to bring any of the others to you? Regarding the boot or the Thorns of the Rose?"