Blood from Stone [AU]

[Marian Hawke]

Me too, buddy, Marian thinks, closing her mouth. Ugh. What-- 

The ritual. The devil! She lets out a shriek, despite the pain in her throat it causes to do so. 

[Garret Tethras]

"That was loud?" the voice asks more than observes, sounding baffled. It sounds vaguely familiar, like a vice she knows but changed somehow.

[Bethany]

From behind her, Marian hears footsteps, then her sister's voice. "Wow, pretty. Umm. Who- where- dad!" And then the footsteps are rushing to the side of the door and she can hear Varric groan and curse.

[Carver Amell]

Carver mumbles, "I caught him, he's fine," his arms still around Varric. "But we can't see. What's happening? Is Marian--"

[Varric]

"M'fine. Tend your sister," he grumbles, waving her off. "The female. Ritual shapeshifted." A pause. "The one wearing more than a sheet."  Where did he even get s sheet?

[Marian Hawke]

Carver. Beth. Marian sits up, then, pulling away from the figure. "If you hurt my family I swear I'll--" she begins.

[Bethany]

Beth hesitates just a second as she stares at new Marian, then she rushes over. "Talk to me. Where do you hurt?" And who the fuck is the pretty boy? Whatever, Carver isn't smiting so ignore for now.

[Marian Hawke]

"Head," she mumbles, blinking at the tulwath. And... she can tell it's a tulwath. An outsider, and one that's connected to something more benign than a sceleratis and more infernal than a pavitra. How do I know that? He just... smells? tastes? wrong for either of those.

[Garret Tethras]

"I have hurt no-one. I have done... very little. I have talked. Observed. Walked. Knelt. Touched your shell. Thought. Con-" The tulwath pauses, looking at his arm. And given their positions and his outfit, Marian can confirm at least one common indicator that the tulwath is male, at least in shape. More attention grabbing, however, is the faint lines of softly glowing light spreading down his arm from the hand he touched Hawke with. "I have glowed?"

[Bethany]

Beth glances over at the tulwath but doesn't pause in her chanting a cure spell, then a basic restorative, just in case.

[Marian Hawke]

"You're not... Tentoplenumitaeziro," says Marian, slowly. "And you're not Vig, you're... new. Who are you?"

[Garret Tethras]

"I... am unsure. I..." The tulwath seems to be deeply occupied by the glowing lines that are still spreading down his arm and across his chest but Marian can just tell the fact he lacks a name- no, more than just a name- is deeply obvious to her. Looking at him, his face is... haunting. Fine bones and smooth, flawless skin, with a strong jawline and slitted feline eyes. Deep purple eyes that are just on the acceptable side of sinister. His ears are long and tapered and edged with soft white fur. Watching him speak, Marian can see that his tongue is tapered as well and a deep black. Behind him, Marian can see purple and metallic feathers, thought they look... strange. The colors are vivid and strong but... weird. 

[Bethany]

"How do you feel?" Beth cuts in as she finishes her casting.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian doesn't answer Beth; she peers deep into the stranger's face, recognizing that line, that cheekbone, the shape of that ear. Finally, she comes to rest gazing into his eyes, her heart pounding. 

I know what you are. "You're.." she begins, a wondrous whisper. "You're... mine."

She reaches out to touch his chest, brushing the backs of her fingers across his shoulder, and the lines travel down her fingers, up her arms, over her skin. They fade; they don't stay, but for a moment, they are the same. 

[Carver Amell]

"There's... twins?" mutters Carver, his vision clearing at last. "What's... what?"