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WHO: Gavin and Galadriel
WHAT: Gavin's going to utterly fail to bust her out
WHEN: Backdated to after the temple, before Solas' arrival
WHERE: The room where Galadriel is being held after the journey to the temple
NOTES: shit's goin' dooowwn.

Gavin had given up on expecting anyone to move before him, or with him. It was fine, he told himself. He had always done everything alone, had been used to feeling differently than most of his clan on most issues, and --

And he had at least made peace with Maxwell. So that was enough.

He had no doubts in his mind, then, as he took his shift on the wall to make sure that he was the sole guard of the battlements right above Galadriel's window. He'd promised Maxwell not to do anything rash, so he'd spent a good couple of days planning this out. The rope and climbing equipment he had stashed behind a loose rock in the wall, and as he pried it open, he was relieved to find everything still in there. The stake he'd put into the mortar the day before, hammering it in while others were working on the wall, to disguise the sound. So there was nothing to do now save tie the rope tightly to his waist, and to the stake, and slowly, carefully, scale down the stone wall of the fortress.

Galadriel's window was another problem - but one he had come prepared for. Swinging gently in the frigid wind, he wrapped one hand in fabric, a crystal held tightly in his palm, and brought out the rock he was going to use as a hammer. Positioning the cyrstal, he slammed the rock hard against it, the window shattering from the point of the crystal. The fabric muted the sound a little, but he still winced as glass tinkled down again stone, seemingly falling forever.

He didn't want to think about just how far down they would have to climb. He knocked out the remaining shards of glass with his wrapped fist, and then swung himself into the room, stumbling as he did so, which entirely ruined the heroic effect.

"Lady Galadriel," He said, breathlessly, struggling to pull himself upright, and make sure he wasn't tangled in his rope.

"I'm here to rescue you."

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[laurenande]

Gavin withdrew from her arms, a resigned expression on his face, and Galadriel wasn't certain what to make of that. He urged her to sit and, as abruptly as he'd entered her room, he shouted a plea. Had he not angled his shout toward the door, she would have thought he spoke to her.

At once the door was thrown open and the Seeker--armed and armored even in the dead of night--burst in. Her shock melted to rage in seconds; the look she leveled at Gavin was truly foul. Her rage rendered her silent, if only for a beat, and then she called for the guard.

It didn't take much thought to realize what Gavin was doing; the Seeker's eyes had darted through the room and followed events easily enough. She was loathe to let him take this punishment but, more than that, she didn't wish to let him leave. She reached for his shoulder but the guards charged into the room with purposeful haste. They cut between them and took Gavin by the arms.

A threat waited on her tongue, but the Seeker had already earned her ire. If she threatened them, Gavin was the only one who would suffer. She leveled a heavy look at the human woman and she would have held it, until her heart knew true fear, but the guards moved past and ushered Gavin toward the door. Instead, she broke that glare and cast a sorrowful glance at the Dalish elf.

If they harmed him, she would take the cost of their trespass from their hides.

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Gavin was - to put it frankly - scared shitless. Somehow he managed not to look it, but seeing Cassandra round on him like that, with pure vengeful rage, was absolutely terrifying.

He was simply proud of himself for not actually going white as a sheet.

He didn't fight the guards. Didn't talk back to Cassandra. He just lowered his eyes and co-operated fully as they led him away.