Blood from Stone [AU]

[Varric]

''Will you?'' Varric gives her a flat look. ''Oh lookit, how convenient, it just so happens to be lunch right now. Let's head to the kitchen and do something about that.''

[Marian Hawke]

She winces. "Sorry, Papa. I'm just... embarrassed because I m essed up the eggs."

[Varric]

''Did you mess up the eggs or did a new condition you had no means of knowing yet cause a successful process to produce a non-satisfactory outcome?''

[Marian Hawke]

"Uh." She blushes. "Ye-es, but also I freaked out and had them tested for poison," she mutters, looking away.

[Varric]

''...given we just had a poisoning four days ago- and you were poisoned as well a few months ago- that seems pretty damn reasonable.''

[Marian Hawke]

She looks back, smiling a little through her embarrassment. "..Thank you, Papa. That means a lot."

[Garret Tethras]

Garrett looks between the two, noting how much weight and value his most vital puts on Varric's opinion. ''Shall we provide food now? I am worried about my...'' He trails off, unsure whether he should proceed. ~I have... vague impressions that certain names are private. Should I not call you 'most vital' in front of others?~

[Marian Hawke]

~Ah. I would appreciate you not, yes. Summoner is the typical term.~ A pause. ~Or, perhaps, beloved. Or, submissive? If you're interested in, ah, the lifestyle I've mentioned before.~ 

[Garret Tethras]

~I feel that more research and understanding is required before a long term commitment can be made but I have found it enjoyable so far.~ He looks back at the patiently amused Varric. ''My beloved. She has not eaten...'' He hums. ''Ever, I think.''

[Marian Hawke]

"I've eaten ever!" she protests. "In my-- oh. You mean because my body... right."

[Varric]

''It was a... renovation, not a new construction. So... there is probably still food in there. Still, all that reworking will have burnt a lot of fuel so...'' Varric points towards the kitchen.

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes, Papa," she chuckles, but she holds Garrett's hand tightly as she goes.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette's hands tremble as she reads the note the cat-boy has brought her. Vig... my Vig... is gone. Forever. She... She's killed him. 

She knows it's good reason. She understands what he did, that he made a sacrifice. But.. I never got to say goodbye. Vig.. My little Vigile...

[Shannon zi'Marass]

Looking up from yet another report, Shannon sees Coquette and instantly snaps to her feet. ''Cin- what's wrong?'' Her eyes flick to the letter and a suspicion- no, a certainly-  rises. ''Who..?''

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Vigile," she whispers. "My... he was a pavitra, not just a cat. My friend."