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WHO: Twisted Fate & OPEN
WHAT: Twisted Fate is getting trashed. Get trashed with him.
WHEN: During and/or post-Nevarra, I'm flexible.
WHERE: The Hanged Man, primarily.
NOTES: N/A, at the moment

♠ i. evening

[It's about as busy as it normally is for the infamous, terrible, rundown, sorry excuse of a tavern. People accept their swill, bypassing the unfortunate taste for the effect it brings, and that's about as good as it gets.

In a corner, one of the human locals of dear, sweet Kirkwall slams his fist down, snarling at Twisted Fate: "You're cheating!"

Fate, for his part, looks terribly smug and confident, his grin prominent behind the crown of his hat.]

Unless you have any proof, I kindly suggest you leave what you bargained with.

[Furious, the man throws down a purse of coins, storming off toward the bar to undoubtedly get angrily drunk as a result.

Twisted Fate helpfully calls after him:]

Maybe don't gamble if you're going to be a sore loser about it!

[Fate chuckles, snagging the coin purse. At a passing waitress, he winks at her and says:] Another tankard, if you please.

♠ ii. late evening

[Stumbling out from the tavern, Twisted Fate clears his throat and adjusts his hat. He hums a moment before clicking his tongue as he starts to make his way through Lowtown, heading in the direction of Hightown.

As he goes around a corner, a set of men are waiting for him, one of which includes the angry card player from before.]

Oh. This a welcoming party? [Fate's voice is far removed from his usual posh accent he puts on, rolling drunkenly more into his natural Dalish accent he works to obscure.] Don't think I know any of you.

["You cheated me out earlier!"]

Gonna have to be a bit more specific. [Fate sniffs and scratches his chin.] Look, you're drunk. I'm drunk. Let's worry about this before y'do anything stupid.

[That manages to only make the man more pissed off, of course.]

♠ iii. wildcard

[Do your own prompt, or message me and I'll make a specific one for you!]

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Good to see you too.

[That remark earns a laugh.] Well, you're free to play for funsies anytime. Nothing important happened with you in the last year? I suppose I could talk about my diplomatic mission but it's boring.

Well.... I was asked by the First of your old Clan to give her my hand in marriage?

[He offers, making a bit of a face that shows he isn't sure how Fate will taking bringing up his family.]

[That almost makes him choke.] Janna?! Seriously?

I mean. You're very charming and lovely, of course, but-- what did you say to her? Did you accept?

[Ok, that reaction makes it worth it. He chuckles gently.]

I thought about it. For a long time, I thought my life would end up in a marriage with a nice Dalish woman, and we'd have nice Dalish children. Honestly, I could have done much worse too. The First of a Clan? That should have been everything a good Dalish boy wants, hm?

[He shrugs.] But I suppose I'm not a very good Dalish boy.

Rude of you to tease me like that.

But neither of us are particularly good at being good Dalish boys, hm? Janna isn't... terrible, but I think you made the right choice. Not exactly equal to your preferences.

No, but the Dalish teach that sacrifice as if it is a way of life. I had planned to give all of that good fun up, but then I went and fell in love and it really ruined my whole plot to have a wife and continue the bloodline of The People.

So rude.

The Dalish teach a lot of things that aren't exactly adapting to the rest of Thedas, or helpful to the People. You did the right thing, being honest with yourself.

So. Who's the lucky man you fell for?

It's not really just one. [He isn't really sure how to explain the fact that he's not monogamous, but he feels like Fate might at least get it, even if he's not exactly the same.]

Do you remember a mage named Sam? And the Tal-Vashoth Taas? Taas was reassigned a while ago, but I still have a dragon tooth to remember that he still cares for me. Sam is hanging around here somewhere. I live with him and his other lover, James Kirk.

I remember them both, yes. I was quite fond of Taas, and Sam is a good man.

[There's no judgment from Twisted Fate. At worst, he's slightly envious, but he smiles fondly at Cyril and offers his hand.]

I'm glad for you. Enjoy the happiness where you can find it.

I'll try.

And what of you? How have things been for you, my friend?

Mmm.

[Fate's pleasant expression fades, and he takes a long, long drink from his tankard.]

Less than pleasant. My mission was fine, until a few months ago. Though I know not everyone was fond of her, I--

...Nerva was killed.

[Cyril's face falls at that.]

I'm so sorry, my friend.

Well.

You know, that's what drinks are for.

And cards. And good company.

All delightful distractions, too true. [He smiles faintly.]

Suppose I just need to find myself some of that good company tonight.

Well, if you don't mind an elf I know some one who wouldn't mind spending time catching up with you. Interesting fellow. Pale, light hair, silver eyes. Wears entirely too much kohl.

[A more sincere laugh escapes Twisted Fate, and he reaches out to place his hand on Cyril's shoulder.]

Well, I think I should like to be around this fellow. He sounds absolutely charming, and beautiful to boot.

Aww, why thank you. [Cyril replies, smiling in a over the top sweet kind of way.] I am rather beautiful - Uh, I mean. He's rather beautiful.

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