[closed] you suck so passionately

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Beleth, Cade (Alistair later)((AND NERVA))
WHAT: THROW DOWN
WHEN: the last day or so in Emprise de Lion
WHERE: Sahrnia Camp
NOTES: There will be a thread for reactions if you'd like your character to be present/see it from the side, but please don't intervene!



Cade has been a bit off since the red lyrium incident. The initial bout of overt aggression passed a while ago, but he has remained sensitive to how much still hangs around the camps; this compounded with how little sleep he's getting, how cold it is here, and the general desolation of being in a place where so many of his former brethren have been fouled by evil, has put him in a black mood colored by the lingering paranoia and heightened aggression he's felt ever since coming in contact with the accursed stuff.

He is on-duty as a camp guard, having been held back from returning to the field as a result of what happened the last time. He has worn a ditch in the snow from his ceaseless pacing, and his bearing is twitchy, over-reactive, and suspicious.

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In the days after...

[equanimiti]

Days passed until anyone told Alayre. It was mere coincidence that he even found out. Had he not heard the conversation in passing from two others, Alayre would've never known. This is why he makes haste to Beleth now.

Far too late to give his condolences and definitely too late to claim anger, Alayre walked towards the campfire once he spotted a familiar tuft of red hair. "Beleth?" His voice was calm but breathless. He literally been searching throughout the camp for her. The Templar took a moment to study the elf, his gray eyes searching for proof to the rumors. Besides the scar upon her nose, the healers certainly patched her up well but somethings off here. As of what that something is, Alayre doesn't know.

"I heard you...found some trouble." He muttered as he approached a little closer. "You seem well enough. I assume the healers got to you." Dressed causally in black rather than his usual armor, Alayre certainly doesn't look like a Templar today.

[arlathvhen]

She jumps, when someone says her name, looking up for the source. For a brief moment, she looks like a fennec about to bolt for its hole. But then, did she look so dissimilar when she first met Alayre? Either way, the look passes when recognition settles in. There's still a tension, wound up like a top ready to spin, but it's under control. Mostly.

She glances off to the side as Alayre continues, and nods an affirmation. She's not sure what he heard--considering his relationship to Cade, she was guessing he knew enough. She figured that the Templars would send--someone, or something to her, at some point. Some kind of apology. 'Sorry one of us tried to kill you.'

She supposed that was what this was, even if he didn't dress like it.

"I was taken to the healers shortly afterward." She confirmed, voice soft. "Everything was taken care of."

[equanimiti]

Beleth had always been a tad jumpy at times. This is why Alayre didn't immediately ask the question that's plaguing his mind. If he wants any answers from her, he's going to have to play it safe. Alayre doesn't dare jump to the subject too quickly in fear of scaring her.

"Was it?" There's worry in his tone but there's also doubt. "Was everything truly taken care of?" He questioned as he took a seat by the fire. The warm glow of the campfire was comforting enough. It kept the bitter cold at bay but did nothing else to ease the tension between them.

A moment passed before Alayre spoke again. He chosen his words carefully. "...I want to know what happened." He whispers to her knowing that those elven ears could hear him over the fire. "There's rumors floating about but I desire to know the truth." Alayre glanced at her with something akin to regret in his gaze.

"Who did this to you, Beleth?"

[arlathvhen]

She tilted her head when he asked his question, studying his face carefully. So he hadn't been involved in the official channels-- which meant that there was no way of guessing which vein of the truth he had heard. She had no desire to lie to Alayre, but she was already tired of the whole ordeal.

She turned to the fire, taking a stick by her foot and prodding at the logs. As she turned the logs over, she gave a quiet sigh. Then she tosses the stick back down, and turns to Alayre, expression weary.

"I did. What happened was an effect of something I caused. I didn't hold the gauntlet, but I was the one who incited it." Her fingers brush over her face, feeling for wounds already gone. "But I'm healed. I'm not so sure about him."

[equanimiti]

Him? Alayre sucks in his breath. If the rumors are indeed true; then he knows of the Templar that struck her. As much as he doesn't want to jump to conclusions, Alayre's jaw tenses with rage.

"It was him." He manages to say from in between clenched teeth. "It was Cade." The anger he thought he placed aside was back at full rage. Alayre balls his gloved fists tightly and averts his gaze from Beleth. He doesn't want her to see him like this, so he tries to swallow his anger. Beleth had seen enough of blind rage as of late, especially from Templars like him.

"He will be punished." He says after a moment of calm. "If not by me, then by another." That's a promise and not some idle threat. "Harimann is a troubled man, I know, but this is inexcusable even if you coaxed it." Alayre recognized the role Beleth played in this but he doesn't want to dwell on that just yet. The reason for that is because he doesn't know how to approach that matter without shouting.

"He's not still within the encampment, is he?"

[arlathvhen]

Alayre isn't wrong, his anger earns an immediate reaction from Beleth. She tenses instantly, pulling further away from him. As he struggles to control himself, she looks hesitant and wary, debating whether or not to take off. It's only after he calms down that she settles back onto the log she was sitting on, but she still keeps a wary eye on Alayre as he speaks.

She runs a hand through her hair, trying to decide just how to respond to that. To that promise, to any of it. Briefly, she debates crying because that seemed to be a better option than anything else. But she's done enough of that, she thinks. Let her have a little dignity. "He left with Ser Nerva immediately, ser. I believe they'll be going to Skyhold to decide what will be done with him."

She looked into the fire for a few moments, debating what to say to Alayre. "I hope that will end the matter. I hope that will be enough for everyone to be satisfied. I want no vengeance. I don't want anyone going after him for me. That is how blood feuds start, and we can't afford that. None of us can. And I refuse to have my name attached to one."