Blood from Stone [AU]

[Bethany]

Beth blinks, then snorts. "I've only had sex with the one, if that helps," she teases him gently as she pulls away to head for the small cold chest.

[Carver Amell]

"Really glad of that, because one of those is your dog," he points out. 

[Bethany]

Beth snickers a little. "Gods above you're adorable when you get flustered. And looks like we have our choice of eggs, eggs, pork scraps, eggs, or some very sad berries. Wow, they really need to stock this place better."  She glances over her shoulder at Carver, suddenly worried. "You... didn't actually think..."

[Carver Amell]

He rolls his eyes. "No, I didn't think you were fucking Silence," he points out. "And I preferred not to think too hard about whether you were with Merrill. It'd make me uncomfortable, but it's your business. I try not to get in the middle."

[Bethany]

"Thank you. But yeah, she's adorable but not my type. And also... yeah, it would be weird," Beth admits, not seeing any problem with them both having had sex with Isabela. Liz too for that matter. Huh. Maybe I am a bit perverse, cause now I kinda want to introduce her to Malcolm... and Leandra.

[Carver Amell]

"Here, grab some eggs," he sighs, wrinkling his nose. Saddest eggs I've ever seen.

[Bethany]

"Tiny so I'll make half again as normal," Beth says with a mirroring sigh. "Boil some water for tea? Claw and Fang, I could use the jolt. Didn't see any..." She trails off at the sound of voices coming towards the room. Why is that... no way. Why the fuck would he be here? "Is that..?"

[Carver Amell]

But Carver's face is already locking down into a stern expression. "Wait here," he says, pulling toward the door. Not now, Gamlen.

[NPCs]

When he steps out into the hallway, he does indeed spot his uncle coming down the hall with one of the orderlies guiding him. Spotting Carver, Gamlen smiles with relief and waves. "Ah, there he is, thank you," he says to the orderly, speeding up to reach the paladin in training. "Carver, damn good to see you. I was told you were able to help Lea?" His voice is strange- for one, it's filled with what sounds sincere relief and gratitude. For two... it... something about it is off. Something... there's no slur. Not even the faintest hint.

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah," he says, eyeing him. "You're sober?" he asks, his voice low. "I'm not giving you any cash, if you're hard up."

[NPCs]

Gamlen stiffens, jaw going tight. "I am, yes, thank you for noticing." Surprisingly, despite the lack of funds his sobriety might suggest, the human is dressed neatly and cleanly, though still in rough cotton, the trousers undyed even. "How is she?"

[Carver Amell]

There's no way he's a devil, is there? For the first time since he gained the ability, Carver flares the power inside him to evaluate the state of Gamlen's soul.

[NPCs]

And... he's fine. He looks exactly the same as he did before flaring that particular use of divine power. "Well?" Gamelan demands after a moment. "How is my Lea?"

[Carver Amell]

"Ill," he says, grimly. "We're working on it. Look, I need you to not cause a scene. Beth's here helping. If you can sit with Mother that'd be a kindness but..."

[NPCs]

Gamelan frowns even more, a look of belligerence creeping into his eyes. "I greeted you with thanks and cheer. You're the one insulting and threatening people, lad, so if anyone is making a scene..."