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OPEN, sort of
WHO: Gavin, a few specific people, but also OPEN
WHAT: Gavin returns from his adventure in the Mire, and has a few things he has to follow up on.
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Gavin should come with his own warning but otherwise, CW for discussion of suicidal thoughts/tendencies (it's all in point number 2, so you can skip that if you want)
WHAT: Gavin returns from his adventure in the Mire, and has a few things he has to follow up on.
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Gavin should come with his own warning but otherwise, CW for discussion of suicidal thoughts/tendencies (it's all in point number 2, so you can skip that if you want)
On the long march back to Skyhold, Gavin had decided on at least something of a plan of action. Well. Plan of action was probably giving him too much credit. He had a plan. And plan was also probably somewhat more organized than what he actually had: which was a vague idea of people and conversations he should probably have.
A vague idea of things he should probably do.
Because there were a few truths, that were becoming apparent to him, and they were these:
1. He was not likely to survive this war. This wasn't a huge surprise (he never did have a good sense of self preservation), but it was still something he had to acknowledge. This wasn't the kind of thing he could fuck up and then make up for later by smiling sheepishly with presents. Or bribes, as Zevran so eloquently put it. So. If he fucked up, he was dead. Worse - if he fucked up, he likely also made sure other people were dead. Which brought him to point number two.
2. He wanted to survive this war. This was a surprise, as half of his plan in coming to the Inquisition had involved gallant death, and meant that number 1 was proving to be a bigger problem than it would have been otherwise. Part of it was that he had found people here that he wanted to make sure survived it themselves. But another part, perhaps, came from having a back up plan. Maybe it was strange, to find some sort of odd peace by planning in detail one's eventual death if it was necessary. And as long as Zevran was alive, he had that back up plan. So surviving in the meantime was okay - because if it ever wasn't okay, he had a way out.
3. If he was going to survive the war and have anything left to survive it for, he had to stop running. Somehow. This had already been drummed into him by a few people, but it had never really taken. It wasn't until - ironically - he'd been talking to Alistair about throwing his life away by joining the Wardens that he'd actually started to think any deeper about what he was going to do after the Inquisition. Even what he was doing in the Inquisition. Harding would kill him if he ran away again, and that probably wasn't entirely an exaggeration. If 1 was destined to happen, then at the very least, it should be by Corypheus's hand and not his own.
All this meant that he had to be better, and he had to be better now. Not an indeterminate time later, when the stars aligned, but now. While he had time. While they all had time. While it would still mean something, and make a difference.
Maxwell and Pel. That was where to start, but they weren't the only ones. Merrick. Harding. Maria. So many of his friends.... There were a lot of apologies and the couldn't come with presents. Bribes. They couldn't even really be apologies, because he knew how hollow those sounded, from him, these days. He needed to make an actual effort.
So he sought out each one, wherever they were.
[HOW THIS WILL WORK: Basically if you want to have a chat with Gavin and already know him, tag in wherever you are and he will come find you. If you have not met Gavin but want to, hit me up on plurk or PM and I'll start up a different thread starter for you. Basically I just wanted a catch all for a bunch of different threads for him and then the description got out of hand.]
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"That obvious, hmm? And I've seen that look enough times, Kitten. I know it well."
She turned a mischievous grin on him
"Fortunately, I am very good at offering distractions. Some more deadly than others."
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"You come with a reputation," He quipped, offering a lopsided smile that he did, actually, feel, even if it wasn't as bright as it might have been otherwise.
"And 'deadly distraction' sums that reputation up pretty well, to be honest." He was teasing, but his heart wasn't really in it. "As for the rest - I can say that the reputation doesn't even begin to live up to the reality. As for distractions - I'm thinking alcohol. Care to join me?"
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She laughed at his selection.
"Sounds perfect. Are you thinking the tavern, or some place a little... cozier?"
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"Zevran, mostly, and while I have no doubt he's prone to exaggeration in some cases, he's pretty reliable in this one, apparently."
"I'm thinking a bottle of something good and strong, and somewhere where if I make an ass of myself, I don't have to hear about it for weeks." Because he would. And had. And does. Of course he notices the 'cozier', but. She's also one of Zevran's best friends. It came with the territory.
This time, he did offer her a bright smile, and a hand. "Gavin, by the way. And I'm hoping that you haven't heard anything about me. Especially from Zevran."
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"Anyway, if the tavern doesn't suit you, I do get regular shipments in from my crew to keep me stocked, locked in my quarters. I think in this case, sharing is warranted. What do you say?" She gestured in the direction of her room.