The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene shakes nir head. "This one apologizes. This one... Ah. This one is uncertain. This one... Well, of course this one will return to Draslina. This one's livelihood is there. This one cannot be far from-- ah. But this one supposes this one can. This one apologizes, this one is--"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian swallows hard. For Seeker, I should really... "What is that word you said before? Asexuality? Is that like what Shiori was talking about yesterday or...?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"Ah. Not quite. There are some mortals for whom no... There are some mortals that are homosexual, or attracted to the same sex -- sapphic like yourself, or the like. There are other mortals who are heterosexual, or attracted to the opposite sex. There are a minority of mortals who are asexual, or desiring no mortals of any sex."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian sits up. "Wait. What? Wait. Hang on. I need to get Lightsong."

[Varric]

Varric's hand spasms and then tightens into a fist. He doesn't say a word. After a moment, he reaches into his bag and pulls his crossbow over his shoulder to start doing maintenance. 

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene blinks. "Lightsong is in the village proper. This one can repeat this when she has returned if need be."

[Marian Hawke]

"Yeah, that's-- it's just, I just, so you just, they just, don't get sex, right? Like at all? Like, you try to kiss them and they start talking about tongues and they don't get it, and they-- oh gods, Alydra's ass, Vangal-fucking-Alydra's-cunt, I've made a terrible mistake."

[Varric]

"Welcome to being of mature age group," Varric mutters harshly in anklo. That's what makes an adult, an adult. More mistakes under their belt. Unable to stay put any longer, he surges to his feet. "I'm going to... hunt," he says curtly as he stalks off, hand tapping away again.

[Marian Hawke]

He gets all of two steps before Marian jumps to her feet. "Wait! I have so many questions--"

[Helene Dakesh]

Only to be stopped by a hand tugging her tunic. "Respect boundaries," says Helene, firmly. 

[Varric]

Thank you Seeks. I'll repay that... someday. If I can. Without a backward glance, Varric slips out into the woods.

[Carver Amell]

She hates to wake her. But... as Carol watches Merrill, noting how thin she is, she can't not. So instead she crouches, reaching to gently shake the elf's shoulder. 

"Hey," she says softly. "There's food, if you're hungry. I brought you a bowl."

[Merrill]

Merrill jerks away with a silent scream, rolling away from the touch as she brings her arms up to protect her face. On the other side of the cart, she goes still, eyes wide as she starts at Carol with slowly dawning recognition. Hunter, who had been dozing at her feet, yawns cutely and blinks at them both but the dragonling on his back doesn't stir.

[Carver Amell]

Carol swallows, then again. "Just a dream," she says quietly. "I brought you some stew. You need to eat, I think."

[Merrill]

Breathing rapid and shallow, the elf just continues to stare for a long minute. "D-dream?" she stammers. What dream? Was I dreaming?