The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

There's murder in Bell's eyes and frost in her hair, but she holds her tongue as firmly as she grips Hunter's leash. 

[Carver Amell]

"F-for today," Carol whispers. "B-but not every day."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Not everyday," Lightsong allows. "Perhaps... Terrday and Morday?" 

[Bethany]

"Terraday is clear for both of us nearly every week but Aquaday would be better than Morday." She hums thoughtfully, then adds, "though I suppose I'm free on Morday, if Car doesn't mind me walking Hunter while you have your maths lesson?" Poor Car... she loathes maths but a Merchant Light can't be unable to do intermediate maths in their head, even if they have a manager.

[Carver Amell]

Carol doesn't speak, swallowing hard and looking down. Lessons... I shall have to try harder, lest mother find some way of accusing Beth of distracting me.

[Bethany]

"Car?" Beth says softly, rubbing her twin's arm gently.

[Carver Amell]

"that's fine," she whispers.

[Bethany]

Beth tosses Lightsong a look, then moves in front of Carol and pulls her into a hug. "I will not leave you again," she murmurs in her twin's ear. "Whatever I have to do, I will. Promise."

[Carver Amell]

"Me too," Carol whispers back. "I won't let them take you."

[Bethany]

Beth's embrace tightens and she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. "La'u, ma'win. Always."

[Carver Amell]

"Always."

[Marian Hawke]

"-- and then Beth took Lightsong aside for a whispered conversation. It sounded heated, but I didn't get what it was about," concludes Marian. "By the time we got back I'd managed to calm enough not to eviscerate Mother on the spot, but just thinking about it pisses me the fuck right off again. How could she?!?"

Marian glares daggers at Varric, panting, clearly worked up as slivers of ice form in her braided hair once more.

[Varric]

"We don't actually know it- whatever it is- was your mother," he points out, making a mental note to bring up the ice things later. "Word is that Jadan has a temper, remember? Caught wind of two solid but unconfirmed incidents where he beast someone pretty bad. Your mother... pretty and bitchy but more in the ruin your jobs, foreclose your house and call in your debts sort of thing." Wrinkling his nose, he wishes it really was that cold out. Some cold might pull the teeth of the stink in the streets. Doesn't this place have street cleaners?

[Marian Hawke]

"Unsubstantiated rumor. I've seen his temper -- he snaps at people, a little, but he knows how to hold his tongue. A lot like me. No mysterious injuries among the servants, and never with Carol or Beth. No, it's just nasty rumors. It might be Mother, on the other hand. Perhaps she didn't hit Carol, perhaps it's a threat she's holding over her head."

[Varric]

"Temper isn't always hot," Varric says with a grim smile. "Waited three days before I executed Rancid, remember? Not like he would show his hand to a new hire. But yeah, the both of them seem more suited for mind games. Threats or blackmail. Next time you're at the park, you and Shiny should team-up." He pauses, frowning. "What was that face?"