[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.]

Comments

[qunari]

[ While he wouldn't say no to anything of those things, his nose scrunches with a shake of his head. ]

Nah. I'm good, ma'am.

[ Though he appreciates the generosity for what it is. Despite some initial missteps, he feels like he gets Vivienne. What she wants and expects out of people, and more specifically him.

It's easy after that to try and keep himself in line, perhaps easier than it should be. He's still not entirely convinced she isn't channeling a Tamassran on purpose. ]

[madame_de_fer]

[Her lips twitch into a little smile, which she hides with a sip from her wine. Not well, mind, but it's the effect she's after.]

I had heard something to that effect.

[What? People gossip all over the place in Skyhold and there's been enough people walking oddly in the fortress that it's not difficult to know where to listen while out for a walk.]

[qunari]

[ A that, smirk tugs across his scarred face, and he gives a mild shrug. ]

Good for morale, right?

[ The gossips paint him with a fair deal more in the way of numbers than might be accurate, but reputations can be useful things. And he's not in the habit of spoiling anyone's good time. Let them think what they want.

It's not all untrue, after all. ]