Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Carver Amell]

"I'm going to be awful at studying in the morning," mumbles Carver ,as they near home.

[Bethany]

"..." Bethany purses her lips. "I could get us some laxatives for the morning. Give us a sick day," she offers weakly. Could maybe do something to give us a fever but... that's risker, even if a light fever would be less unpleasant than the runs.

[Carver Amell]

"Maybe we shoulda left my arm broke." He doesn't really mean it, but it would have made things easier, even if it was stupid painful. 

[Bethany]

"But then we'd have to explain how- and that break was clearly because of something clamping on your arm, so a fall or something wouldn't have held water for long," Bethany says, shaking her head as they enter Cattown.

[Carver Amell]

"I mean, he knows about the gang so..."

[Tethras Clan]

"Just worried that he'll want to help, if he thinks we're getting into fights," she explains, leaving unsaid how little she wants her Dad to find out about the brothel right now. Gods, what I'd give for a dee-dub or two right now. "Maybe just say an alley dog jumped you? Probably get you signed up for ambush practice or something but..."

[Carver Amell]

Carver nods slowly. "Maybe tell him we got in a fight and not how bad I got hurt? Tell him I didn't sleep much, ca't focus, maybe he'll give me the day off."

[Bethany]

"That could work," Bethany says slowly, nodding. "You and Niko were out walking, a dog jumped you and savaged your arm. It was big and already bloody, so Niko thinks it was a pit dog or something that got loose. You managed to kill it, then I patched you up. He'll probably have you just go to temple and sit for services, maybe do some weapon maintenance stuff. That's low-key and you like it so it'd be a good choice for a rest day."

[Carver Amell]

Carver nods slowly. "Yeah. Okay. I can do that."

[Varric]

It's the very, very strong scent of deeply over-steeped tea that wakes Carver the next morning. Annoyingly, when his eyes first crack open, they let in a flood of far too bright sunlight. Despite his pained groan, he can hear a quiet chuckle from next to the bed.

[Carver Amell]

"Damn dogs," he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. Damn sunlight. Damn morning.

[Varric]

Another soft chuckle. "Do I want to know the story? At first I thought you were hungover but you're not curling into a ball and you don't stink so..."

[Carver Amell]

He throws an arm over his eyes, wincing a bit as he does -- it's a bit sore, and he's still got healing marks from dog fangs. "Got jumped. We won though."

[Varric]

"Damn, I see that. Your sister healed you I gather?" Varric asks, studying the mark. Damn big dog...

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah. Damn mutt broke my arm. Got Steve good, too," he adds, then winces a little. "Don was with us, we got him, though. Beth patched us up."