Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Carver Amell]

Carver glares at Varric over Beth's shoulder, as if to say, you better not. "It's okay, Bethany. It's okay. I'm here. I won't let anyone send you away."

[Bethany]

"Sorry," Beth mumbles, embarrassed at her outburst. "I just... I couldn't think, I just..." She shudders.

[Varric]

"No, that was me, I... should have broached this better."

[Carver Amell]

Carver pulls back a little, offering Beth his glass -- contents significantly reduced, as it sploshed on the floor during his lunge. "Do you want some of this?"

[Varric]

"Maybe something sof-" Varric cuts off as Beth plucks the glass, then downs it. And promptly bends in half, coughing hoarsely. "Never gonna do that again," he observes, hiding his smile carefully.

[Carver Amell]

"Sorry, sorry, I should have warned you, sorry," he babbles, hesitantly reaching toward her again.

[Bethany]

"S'okay," Beth rasps, shuddering. She straightens, allowing Carver to hold her.  "Oooh, my head..."

[Varric]

"Might want to get her sitting, just in case," Varric suggests, rising to his feet to get a glass of water. Well, hand Carver a glass so he can hold it for her.

[Carver Amell]

"Come on, come sit. It's okay. You're okay. It's okay, you can handle it," he adds, moving to seat her. 

[Bethany]

Beth smiles up at him, expression fond and bit glassy. "I love you, ma'win. You're far too good to me."

[Carver Amell]

"You're drunk," he replies, hunching his shoulders a bit. "Do you need a nap or?"

[Varric]

Varric rolls his eyes as he hands Carver the glass of water. "She's not drunk, not yet. It takes time for it to work into her system. She's just expecting to be drunk and lettering herself be silly." Bethany blinks rapidly, looking startled. "Anyway. Your-" He coughs at Beth's growl. "...Malcolm then. Like I said, I found him a few months back but... the reason my agent contacted me was... well, something changed. He's engaged."

[Carver Amell]

"Who cares?" snarls Carver. "He left us. Fuck him."

[Bethany]

"...not to Leandra, right?" Bethany asks carefully. Am I not really drunk? My stomach is all warm and... my head aches a little... but I did just cough a lot. 

[Varric]

"He did," Varric says evenly. "Thing is, I have business up there. Could do it remote, send an agent, but... Helene has an investigation leading up that way too, so... figured I'd ask: do you want to talk to him? Demand an explanation? Tell him off? Give him another chance?"