stuck the landing

[inagutterson]

WHO: Yngvi Congealedinagutterson; open
WHAT: A glorious arrival in Skyhold
WHEN: Kingsway, whenever you'd like
WHERE: In and around Skyhold
NOTES: Yngvi probably merits his own warning but if anything comes up then I'll update it. If you'd like a custom starter, please let me know via plurk, discord or his ic/ooc contact post! Assuming prior CR is good just drop me a line here.  Starters in the comments as ever.

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[amygdalae]

Being the master of evading topics he didn't want to talk about himself, Bruce knew a subject change when he saw one, and for now he's content to let it slide. It wasn't really his place anyway.

"I... think I might have met him before?" He wasn't exactly sure who this 'Lex' person was, or if it was even a name. It certainly didn't sound like a proper name. But he has at least seen most people in the Inquisition at least once, so he'll just stick with that. "Though I'm more curious as to what you helped him with in the first place." Especially after a declaration like that. Consider him intrigued and all that.

[inagutterson]

"Oh it's Lord Alexander Luthor to you but no one uses proper names with family." Imagine if you will, the things Yngvi is called by his family when he was just Yngvi, false names, and then his long surname until the first visit to a hold happened to him. Imagine. Now stop. Enough imagining that life. You will get sucked in, like staring into the void but with rows and rows of teeth.

"That almost sounds like you don't trust me after all the help I gave you. That hurts, I'm hurt, and I was hurt to begin with - I thought you were meant to do the opposite of that, I can submit a complaint you know, I'm good at doing that." Yngvi continues, slapping one hand so dramatically to his chest he surprises himself and almost goes sprawling. He's just that good. Commitment to the bit, no one can fault him there. "He's a smith. Who better to go to for smith things than dwarves, he's a smart man. Like scarily smart? Honestly demon smart I think."

Yngvi why did you make that sound like a compliment oh yes because 1. you are a filthdemon and 2. Asher was your boss for years.

[amygdalae]

If he expects Bruce to be impressed then sadly the dwarf has another thing coming for him instead. Though before all of that--family? Was he actually related to nobility?

...no, it couldn't be. Bruce could believe a lot of things but even that was a bit too far fetched for Bruce to take.

"As far as I can recall the 'help' you gave ended up in a very long chase instead." That was one misadventure Bruce was inclined to forget, though his mind seemed to do otherwise. ...and yes, only he could use 'demon' in a word and make it sound like a compliment. "I'm sure he appreciates the high praise." Probably as long as the Chantry sisters don't take it the wrong way.

[inagutterson]

Related by way of stealing from them. Nothing more. Not that sort of Carta that comes from shamed nobility or being born of some tryst then taking after the wrong parent. (But he does have several false identities that can trace their lineages back to ruined lines, should he require them, as he has, because some dwarves as such soft touches for that sort of thing, for lost kin come running back with their rag and bone lives, and Yngvi is shameless, spinning his stories for them).

"You're a surgeon," Yngvi sniffs, examining his nails and wondering if he should try to plant spuds under them. "Running is good for you. Bit of excitement, keeps the humours all nice and balanced it does. Course he appreciates the praise, it's coming from me. S'like you don't even know me, that was a fun day. Especially the bit with the chickens."

[amygdalae]

Bruce is pretty sure that being a surgeon and running did not have a lot of relation to each other. How the dwarf even came to that conclusion was honestly beyond him.

"I think you and I remember the bit with the chickens very differently," he returns, voice still incredibly dry. About as dry as the sands at the Approach. That bit with the chickens was, well--the less said about it, the better. That was one memory Brice did not wish to bring back unless he really had to.

Though, all of that aside... "It is good to see you again, despite everything. I'm glad you are well." With all that has happened, its good to see an old face of sorts, in a sense.

[inagutterson]

Bruce does both. The connection is there. Yngvi has a weird little brain though and will make connections as needed so that generally tends to explain virtually all sorts of oddness, and sometimes he'll explain it, if he feels like it, but usually he'll just say the things he thinks go together perfectly well and nod. Just so. Everyone else should just keep up with him clearly.

"They were really good chickens, Florabelle still writes me." Dare you to call him out on that one Bruce, triple dare you on the holy bones of some sainted old wrinkled prune of an interfering old biddy to call him out on that one.

And now, for the finishing piece. Flopping at Bruce's feet in a very hefty, loud, untidy heap. And just lying there. For a worryingly long time for someone who publicly sustained a solid blow to the head whilst drunk that resulted in a concussion, and then made his way to Skyhold via Orlais using a nug-drawn keg.

He lies there.

Lies there some more.

Eyes closed.

Hands over his chest. (One stem of witherstalk for want of a rose. Where do girls in towers get those roses from, is there just a rose delivery service for girls locked in towers, the Carta should get involved in that unless the Coterie is poking about, probably a bit elfy for the Carta by all accounts.)

"Bruce," soft, one eye cracks open, "you do care." And up he pops to shove the whole stem of witherstalk in his mouth because you need to be committed to the bit.

[amygdalae]

Bruce--well. He stares because really, how else do you respond to something like this? (Well, some possibilities did cross his mind, but none of them were sensible and being sensible is what he does here. It's a thing for him by now because it seemed like the rest of Thedas did not want to make sense sometimes.)

Eventually he sighs and crosses his arms. "I never said I didn't," he finally replies, words drawn out in one long, suffering sigh. "But I had also hoped you'd have gained a bit more common sense since the last time." Clearly, that did not seem to be the case. ...not that Bruce could find himself terribly surprised. If it wasn't for the likes of Harding around, he'd be pretty sure this was how all dwarves (or half-dwarf, as a certain individual quickly came to mind that he quickly banishes away) seemed to be like.