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Blood from Stone [AU]

Started by GamesMaster, Sep 19, 2018, 09:49 am

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Marian Hawke

"Vig, she's not going anywhere. She's leaving me. She's... she doesn't want to be with me anymore."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Vigile

"My point is that physical distance does not mean love diminishes," he clarifies. "She is not leaving you nor abandoning you. She is giving you to the care of your father and siblings." He shrugs a little. "If she feels she cannot care for you or help you heal past your current condition, then that is only wise. Once you are well, I am sure you can return, no?"
I, His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous, sworn to the service of the Vigilant Protector, HE-THAT-IS-VANGAL.  Or Táchosadhachtáfháslógíocharigcosainadílis for short.

Marian Hawke

"But she said... she said she can't be with me anymore," she whimpers. "She said she can't watch me..."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Vigile

"Hmmn. Very imprecise, mortal languages. She could mean what she said- that she cannot be with you and watch while you suffer." He hums softly. "Or, yes, I suppose it is possible she means she cannot 'see you' in the courting sense. Well, no point in wondering. She's still upstairs, let us go and simply ask."
I, His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous, sworn to the service of the Vigilant Protector, HE-THAT-IS-VANGAL.  Or Táchosadhachtáfháslógíocharigcosainadílis for short.

Marian Hawke

"I... I can't," she whispers, glancing toward the stairs. "It... maybe you can ask her? And, and tell me?"
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Vigile

Poor thing... her courage is rusted and weathered... "Very well, I shall be as your shield in this matter," he decides. "Perhaps you can make tea or some such while I ask?"
I, His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous, sworn to the service of the Vigilant Protector, HE-THAT-IS-VANGAL.  Or Táchosadhachtáfháslógíocharigcosainadílis for short.

Marian Hawke

She bows her head. "alright. Alright. Thank you, Vigile."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Coquette Blacquin

When Vigile finds her, Cindy is kneeling on the floor in the bedroom. She's pressed one of Liz's gowns to her face, crying bitterly into it, shoulders shaking from the effort to keep her tears silent. 

Vigile

Oh dear. Letting out a plaintive mew, Vigile leaps up onto the bed and makes his way to Cindy. Rubbing his cheek against her arm, he purrs loudly. "It shall be well, dear arum," he murmurs. "We needs must only hold fast and stay true."
I, His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous, sworn to the service of the Vigilant Protector, HE-THAT-IS-VANGAL.  Or Táchosadhachtáfháslógíocharigcosainadílis for short.

Coquette Blacquin

Cindy looks up, her eyes puffy and red from crying. "I hope so," she whispers. "I truly do. Are you going with Liz?"

Vigile

"She has asked that I remain with you, to act in her stead," Vigile says gently. "I suspect she realizes you will not, ah, take a break while she is healing and does not wish for you to hunt alone."
I, His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous, sworn to the service of the Vigilant Protector, HE-THAT-IS-VANGAL.  Or Táchosadhachtáfháslógíocharigcosainadílis for short.

Coquette Blacquin

"That's sweet of her," she says, her heart numb. "I'm going to visit my mother for a few days."

Vigile

Varric's ears flick back and he bites back a sigh. Babies. Lovely. Wait, how long do humans need to deliver their young? Hopefully after we return home... "That should hopefully be restful," he says encouragingly. "She is... very concerned about you."
I, His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous, sworn to the service of the Vigilant Protector, HE-THAT-IS-VANGAL.  Or Táchosadhachtáfháslógíocharigcosainadílis for short.

Coquette Blacquin

"My mother?" she asks, blankly.

Vigile

"Well, presumably," Vigile says, head tilting slightly. "But no, I refer to your mate."
I, His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous, sworn to the service of the Vigilant Protector, HE-THAT-IS-VANGAL.  Or Táchosadhachtáfháslógíocharigcosainadílis for short.

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