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Gavin Lavellan ([personal profile] slipshot) wrote in [community profile] faderift2015-12-11 10:43 pm

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)




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.]

dalishious: (Default)

Merrick's Smoking Spot

[personal profile] dalishious 2015-12-12 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ His fever has cleared up, or else he'd be even less tolerant of Gavin than usual. ]
dreadinquisitor: (lean)

Little Library

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2015-12-12 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Back from Ferelden, with the Lord Kildarn ruckus settled as happily as they could, and with no immediate return missions planned for him, Maxwell found himself with some free time on his hands. And he knew exactly what to do with it.

The curl of copper-colored hair in his pocket, he settled himself in the library in the basement of Skyhold with whatever texts he could find on the properties of the various stones and metals of Thedas - with particular interest in those native to the Fallow Mire. It would have been faster to simply go and ask the Undercroft, or maybe even to talk to Sam, but Maxwell enjoyed the whole process. That moment of a-ha! when he discovered the perfect element.

Relaxing into a chair, the propped his feet up on the table and leaned back against the stacks, a book open on his thighs, the candlelight playing across the pages.
dreadinquisitor: (smile)

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2015-12-12 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't immediately move at the sound of footsteps - fellow members of the Inquisition coming and going at all hours - but he did at the familiar voice. Head coming up, his legs swung down from the table so he could turn and smile.

"Well, well, look who's home at last. I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to come drag you away from the mud."
dreadinquisitor: (gentle2)

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2015-12-12 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gavin, you didn't have to--" They'd talked about it, yes, but Maxwell hadn't really expected him to just turn around and do it. And certainly not this much of it.

He opened the bag and looked down into the shining pieces, shimmering in the low light. A piece of blue vitrol was on top and he pulled it out, thumb stroking over the flecks of metal buried in the stone.

"This is perfect." He looked back at Gavin, smile softer. "Thank you."


dreadinquisitor: (listen)

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2015-12-12 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
His head tipped, just slightly, his brow twitching. As exciting as the bag of metal was, he shifted its possibilities aside to focus on Gavin.

"...Is everything alright?"
dreadinquisitor: (what)

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2015-12-12 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," he blinked, a little surprised. He'd expected - something else. "That, yes. I-- You talked to the Wardens?"

For him?

"Considering what's going on, that's probably for the best."
Edited 2015-12-12 17:24 (UTC)
mythalenaste: (i go wild)

[personal profile] mythalenaste 2015-12-13 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Pel is asleep in the hayloft, but wakes the moment Gavin comes to the top of the stairs. She sits upright suddenly with a gasp, eyes barely managing to open and process the new potential threat. No. It's Gavin. Gavin?

Why is Gavin here?

She squints at him, wary. Why did he come here?
mythalenaste: (with sword and gun and hatred)

[personal profile] mythalenaste 2015-12-13 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Did he come to...what? He's approaching her voluntarily. What is this? She blinks sleepily.

"Doesn't matter," she mumbles. "Is something wrong?"

Did someone get hurt?
mythalenaste: (casadh bean sí domh thíos)

[personal profile] mythalenaste 2015-12-13 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
That was actually the last thing she expected. She stares blankly at him for a moment, lips parted slightly, then suddenly scrambles to sit up straight, blanket pooling on her lap.

"Of course. Yes--sit down." She rubs one eye, trying to will herself to be alert.
dreadinquisitor: (side2)

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2015-12-13 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Gavin--" He was frowning again. Not in upset, but because he could see how upset Gavin was that it hadn't worked out. "It's alright. I'm touched that you tired. Just knowing that you-- that you care, it means a lot."

He hesitated, a moment, then went for it, listening to gut. To the little thumb in his chest that told him to reach for Gavin's other hand, resting on the table. Resting his own over it lightly.

"For what it's worth, I have no intention of going anywhere, and I've told them that. Here - this... this is what I want."
mythalenaste: (a pilgrimage to foreign lands)

[personal profile] mythalenaste 2015-12-13 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I just returned from a mission. And...then spent the day chasing down all manner of disastrous--I don't really want to talk about it. This sounds better." She leans against him a little, pushing stray hairs out of her face that escaped her braid. "I guess we've both had some time to think about this."
dalishious: (pic#9458838)

[personal profile] dalishious 2015-12-13 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gavin had known better not to show his face around Merrick for a while after they'd last interacted, but it seems that short bout of mild intelligence has ended. Merrick slowly draws his pipe from his lips and fixes Gavin with a look of utmost loathing. ]

What do you want.
Edited 2015-12-13 06:19 (UTC)
dreadinquisitor: (smile4)

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2015-12-13 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Look who's talking," Maxwell replied softly, with a little pull of his mouth. His thumb tapped gently against the back of Gavin's hand - not quite a stroke, but wanting to. "I'm fairly certain I'm more trouble than I'm worth to be around."

To have - he didn't say either, but it was probably just as clear.

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