[Closed] Drink With Me To Days Gone By

[madame_de_fer]

WHO: DAI advisors and companions, yes even Cole
WHAT: Drinking and remembering... party? Not a party.
WHEN: Mid Guardian, right after this. Well, once everyone's not freezing ass in the snow.
WHERE: Vivienne's Balcony
NOTES: Drinks. Feels. Varric and Cassandra, please keep to opposite ends of the balcony, if you please. (Tag around and in and whatever how you like.)



[After the heated emotional outbreak over the sending crystal, and the resultant reminder of the one they've lost, Vivienne quietly opens her balcony to those who knew the Herald best. Silent drinking is allowed, raging tempers are not. Sharing fond memories of the Herald welcomed and possibly even craved.]

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[fightingale]

"Perhaps we could round it out with politics," Leliana suggests, from not-that-close and not-too-far, weight resting against the balcony rail. There is a certain dry sneer in her voice, and it does not do everything to veil a more real rawness that clenches her throat. "Or broken hearts."

They are a miserable pair, it seems, but she drinks to the seat near him, tilting her head towards it in a silent question - may I join you?

She stands stiff, rigid, and there is a gauntness to her that was not there two weeks ago. She has had no intention of leaving her tower, not after Zevran was taken, not with the failure to catch an infiltrator in the very midst a fresh wound, but she could not fail Evelyn, as well.