Momma sed like the rain - SINS OF THE FATHER [CLOSED]

[apostafuckyou]

WHO: Raylan, Adelaide, Christine, Yngvi, Lex, Kif, Pam, Kaisa, Bruce, Leliana
WHAT: Sins of the father plot log!
WHEN: About a week in the middle of Harvestmere
WHERE: Crestwood (and possibly the road between there and Skyhold)
NOTES: Plotting post here! Starters will go in comments.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

"So not terribly." A joke- one he'd see for what it was if he looked up from his meal. Being home seemed difficult enough. More so with what they've heard while poking around. It couldn't be easy or comfortable for Raylan- she couldn't imagine how it felt. "I'll try being nice, then. For whatever it is worth- not that I can hold onto such a mood terribly long."

[apostafuckyou]

The joke actually flew right past Raylan's head, too busy trying to contain the feelings boiling in his gut. Anyone who glanced over would see him looking perfectly calm, nonchalant, normal. But there was a tension to it that Adelaide, at this close range, could pick up on. He was working hard to maintain this.

The last comment finally got a quirked little smile out of him, and he glanced over at her. "Who, you? Naw, the very soul of sweetness and light." That was also a joke. He was settling a little, having gotten through the tough part of the conversation. They could turn it away from Arlo now, he'd given Adelaide the warnings he needed to.

[fleurdesel]

"I am a beam of sunshine in an otherwise dreary day." Said straight faced and deadpan. That she could do. Some manner of distraction, also, she could do. Drinks. Arlo was smart. She could recall that try to find something that would be of use to them in their investigation. Make this as painless as possible for Raylan. "And you are an absolute delight, of course."

[apostafuckyou]

"I'm a fuckin' prince, and don't let anyone convince you otherwise," he said, now giving her a proper smile. The tension eased away from him, Raylan being somewhat confident that Adelaide wouldn't have any cause to bring up Arlo again, at least not for the evening.

[fleurdesel]

"If you're a Prince I'm pretty sure you can afford to pay for this round." Because there will be others. They've a day to settle in before asking around- and something tells her she'll need the bolstering preemptively.