[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]

Yeah. Should.

[ There's a quirk at the corner of his lips. Having it look easy and it actually being easy? Never the same thing. Might be easier to bear if it was, but that was their lot in life. She did a good job keeping herself together, all things consider.

'Nightingale' was a deceptively delicate-sounding title. But the reputation that came with it was anything but. ]

[fightingale]

( Should was part of so many challenging queries for Leliana, of late. For the last decade or so, really, and the answers were never as easy as one would hope. "Should" and "easy" were both, she suspected, unrealistic ideals. Things to hope for and never expect. )

Speaking of 'should,' ( Leliana starts, setting down her now-empty glass, ) I suspect I should make my return to the Rookery.

( Or 'chicken coop,' thank you, Dorian. ) Report to me at the earliest convenience, if you could. ( And entirely aware of how demanding that might sound, she amends, ) Tomorrow. Enjoy your evening.

( Mourning should not be interrupted, after all. Nor should celebrating, and she's not entirely certain where this falls on the spectrum. )