faderift | and I'm haunted

WHO: Hercules & Leliana & Ruby & whoever would like a thread with them 8Db
WHAT: a catch all for February-March;
WHEN: the next monthish :|b
WHERE: Skyhold, Emprise, maybe somewhere else.
NOTES:
1. individual starters in el commentos
2. specific themes and warnings will be dropped into subject lines as necessary.
3. if you are threading with Leliana it would be amazing if you could reply to this post re: information she could know about your character.
4. if we have discussed doing a thread but there isn't a starter here, feel free to just barge in and set one up! otherwise prod me and I can add it asap, I have a to-do list but I am also scatterbrained ;u;
5. I'm not doing open prompts this time for Leliana, but if you would like a thread with Leliana, please don't hesitate to get in touch with me! I am just trying to do custom things because she is in a particular state of mind, at present.
6. I am sorry there are so many notes

apparently I am being pretentious this month

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"Right you are." And he makes a face, actually. "Sounds a bit like my first experience with dwarven ale, actually." Still, it makes his mouth quirk into a grin, as he looks at Bethany. "You're not having any of that, here," Herc informs her preemptively, because he doesn't trust her not to get any ideas, and that Hawke stubbornness really is legendary.

As for the 'ow,' Herc just has one hand resting over his mouth, looking at her with a mix of concern and trying-not-to-smile.

"Maybe you oughta slow down. Don't know your own strength, it seems like."

"Dwarven ale will knock you solidly on your bum." Bethany stated with all due seriousness, as she tilted slightly to the side, before she makes a face, "Good. It's disgusting. I prefer Nevarran ale. Much smoother."

She made another face, before she reached for the mug.

"I am ... quite strong. For a mage. And a girl. A girly mage." She laughed a little at that. "A mage that is made up of girl and mana, that's me."

"Nevarrans can certainly be smooth talkers," he'll agree. "Not sure about the ale. I've always been a fan of the Ferelden stuff." A moment, and then he tacks on, "but I hear I've got pretty low standards, when it comes to that stuff. Mostly from Free Marchers, mind."

A shrug, easy. People are a little ridiculous, he reckons. Nothing to fuss about.

"That you are. Can't say that I think that girls are any less strong than boys be default." A quiet, rough laugh. "Actually, there was this kid that used to give Chuck a real run for his money. Can't remember her name for the life of me, but he always tried to figure out how to win a fight against her, and he never once got it right."

Hilarious. Definitely hilarious, and he shakes his head at the memory, fond, before take another draw of his ale. "And don't think for a moment that I imagine you gave your sister or your brother an easy time."

"Can they be? I've never had a Nevarran smooth talk me. I bet they would be nice about it. I bet I wouldn't even know I was naked until I was." She sighed and listed slightly, "That would be nice." Another pause, while she gave him a mock glower, "Are you saying we Fereldans have no taste? We do! In bucketloads. Just because we have dogs doesn't mean we don't have taste."

She'd fireball the first person who said she didn't.

A beaming smile, "See? Girls can whip boys, but good, and I could whip them all with a KAPOW. Right to the head." She shook her head so hard, she nearly fell off the chair. "Never gave them the chance to have a diffucult time. Too busy ... sorting arguments. Always the reasonable one, like."

I had one smooth talk me and steal my knife, he could say, but Councillor Thevenet had been nothing but cordial since he got here, had returned his knife, and he isn't really in the business of being unnecessary unpleasant or making things difficult for people.

On the other hand, suddenly Bethany is talking about nudity and he exhales a rough chuckle. "We'll find you a nice Nevarran, someday. There's bound to be some friendly ones around here."

The Councillor and the Seeker are probably not the people Bethany wants on such a list, though, he's guessing. "I'd say it means we have better taste," he agrees, amused and placating, "but I also like brown leather and fur, and I hear that's not all the rage these days."

As she wobbles with the shake of her head, Herc places a steadying hand on her elbow, waiting to need to grab her if she topples. In his experience, it's harder to get a drunk back onto a chair from the floor than it is to stop them toppling in the first place. "Life's hard when you're the diplomat," he agrees. "Got you plenty of practice for keeping the Wardens in line, though." Bright side? Maybe not so much.

When and if - more probable on if knowing Herc - Bethany ever found out about this? She was going to probably watch the Nevarrans a lot more closely. After all, one of them had gotten a knife. From Herc.

"Hmmm ... friendly ones have never been the problem. Brave ones? That's a whooooole different contest." She waved her hand a little, before she nodded her head furiously. "We do. And pffff ... leather and fur look good. We have the best...bestest breeches in all of Thedas. Ask anyone who likes people in tight ...er ... lower garments."

She straightened, giving him a grateful smile, before nodding her head furiously again, "It Is! I don't mind being nice because I am nice but sometimes ... I wish people could just be ... nicer. You know?"

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