and i still find pieces of you in the back of my mind

[paperwing]

WHO: Sabriel and semi-open.
WHAT: Sabriel goes about her business. Probably feelings. Probably talking.
WHEN: Latter Wintermarch, after she returns from Warden training with Felix and Kaidan.
WHERE: Skyhold.
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[bunko]

"I would go as far as I would need to go!" To the death, perhaps? To mere pain? He leaves the statement undefined, but lets the conviction of his words speak for his intent. Antivans love to declare duels nearly as much as they love the duels themselves.

Truthfully, there are few things that Scipio will not abandon. To run is nearly always the more clever choice. Items of great value are gained and lost every day--usually lost to him, and promptly resold. Wealth is fleeting. But a pair of magic boots, made with care, especially for him? He might not risk his life on such a thing. But he would risk much, and, if they were taken from him, would track them down and steal them back before they could long warm the feet of another. (Unless Rafa talked him out of doing so.)

In any case: he smiles, pleased, at Sabriel, shifting his weight from foot to foot in cheerful experimentation. "I suppose I will find out. I look forward, to the finding out. Extra luck or no, I will think of a way to repay you for this princely gift that you have given me, Sabriel. You are genius."