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WHO: Yngvi, open
WHAT: A night of regret or Yngvi has attempted to cope and has a night off from that, it goes about as well as expected
WHEN: 22nd/23rd Bloomingtide (evening through small hours)
WHERE: Kirkwall; Hanged Man, various points in the streets, ends up in the Gallows (will possibly detour if you desire)
NOTES: Yngvi's been MIA until pretty much now, perhaps glimpsed in the company of other dwarves but definitely not around Inquisition turf. So. He resurfaces. In grand fashion.  Warnings; heavy drinking, drug use (shrooms), language. Yngvi and growing up carta but for real.

The Hanged Man
Joking, well 'joking' aside, family is family and thus family are entitled to sizeable portions of your life and your person as they see fit to carve off for themselves, or so it goes in Kirkwall and the Carta, or how it goes in the part of the Kirkwall Carta Yngvi's been part of all his life until Asher Hardie plucked him and Gunnar from it and took off with them.

Figured that if he did wade back in, there'd be Asher. But no. Just an Inquisition that tosses them at red lyrium and the Gallows and--

And family that welcome him with the sort of open arms Yngvi was expecting. Swallowing him whole into Darktown but after the Gallows it's almost pleasant. Familiar at least. Things don't change. Same damp and iron tang catching in the back of his throat, same hacking coughs, the shadows that watch you same as the ones where he is right now. The Hanged Man with that aroma of piss and vomit should help clear the worst of it. Maybe. Missed a few things and the hair of the dog turned into something else at the announcement. Everything feels like his eyes got swapped in a trade he wants to take back but he can't he can't he can't and do he laughs into his pint about Dalish and Orzammar then laughs again.

Undercity crawl
Eventually The Hanged Man gets a bit too close to nostalgic. He's off. Stuffing something in his face that certainly isn't on their menu but fuck it, it's his. Ain't got much what is so why not? Either you're coming with him out of a misguided sense of responsibility, wanting to see where​ this mess goes or you're the unfortunate soul a drunk dwarf has staggered right into.

Gallows chaser
All good things come to an end and part of Yngvi knows he does have a place to rest his head. Mess that he is.

Hi Gallows he's back did you miss him? He's maybe missing some clothes but that's neither here nor there now is it? Ignore his call to his lady that's not for your peasant ears.

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"Mademoiselle…" Dragging it out longer than he needs to, he twists his face this way and that until his hair starts to sting enough that his eyes water, blinking at her long enough that he's prompting something. Because this is very familiar in a weird way so he should probably know more than just: "pretty hair, funky ink and all."

(He is unaware he's said that bit aloud. Even with water in his mouth.)

"That's a very scur-- spur-- acc-us-a-tion to go throwin', you even big enough to be tossing that. Petite?" Wait does he drop the 'e' for a lady? Someone smacked that into him once upon a time, someone that just got done thumping a few lessons back into him, why can't he remember. "I've been so much worse. Thought I'd be worse again, new things were a let down."

Or: maybe you should find out what your own state of mind does when you're taking mind-altering substances Yngvi.

[indocile]

"Margaux," she supplies, presuming he's fishing for at least a name - this is very familiar, she doesn't appear to have a hint of shame about it, chattering at him briefly in exasperated Orlesian she doesn't expect to be understood when she finds the state of his ears. What the fuck is happening here. Is it the birth of a tiny civilization. Get ready for some genocide, Yngvi's Ear -

"I am bigger than you, no?"

Literally just him.

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"That dalish one was snobby to you." Yngvi doesn't quite hear himself because she - Margaux, what's the thing about cats and their mothers that makes absolutely no sense because everyone made it sound like a bad thing when, objectively, actually useful to have cats around? - is scrubbing his ears out but he remembers. Because the snobby Dalish is his boss now too and laughing about that is and isn't why he's here.

With her.

"To some folk, yes, to others absolutely not. Right now? Absolutely." Do you like word games Margaux.

[indocile]

"The dalish one is snobby to everyone," she says, on the uncharitable evidence of Beleth's increasing strain in dealing with what she'd clearly not anticipated being quite so complicated a task - Margaux still laughs, sometimes, when she remembers that her insincere suggestion made the cut to be voted upon. "Tilt your head."

She'll tilt it for him, that's fine, can't be sure a man this far into his cups is going to understand things like 'directions'. Taking them, or, like, up vs down.

And then, thoughtfully, "I am much bigger than you this minute," because she likes word games just fine.

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"Can't wait for her to try it in the alienage, they'll cut her into bits. Feed her to things. Old things. With teeth. Rows of 'em." Both hands attempt to fashion a lamprey mouth in front of his mouth, with what he would assume a lamprey makes, swears blind he spoke to one once, taught him and Gunnar great lamprey wisdoms about survival and clinging tight to a few things. Of course some of them might get all weepy around a Dalish but he knows as many that won't, who'll either have harsh words or nothing at all.

Nearly toppling, his head is more to one side but it's back. Directions are there, those are things Yngvi knows in his bones and knows when he should go with them because it's easier and less likely to result in a bad thing: don't raise your kids Carta, it does bad things. "Never seen someone with hair like yours, s'shiny."

Compliments aside, Yngvi sighs, stares straight up with eyes that have no right to look so clear when he's this drunk because honestly, he won't fight her on that one. "Everyone's bigger'n me this minute. Always. Always always. Just forgot maybe. You feel real big on a mountain or with proper big folk y'know?"