The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

Carver shakes his head, breathing deeply. "Don't let her send me away," he begs, in a whisper. "Please, Beth."

[Bethany]

"On my life, ma'win," Beth whispers softly, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm. 

[Merrill]

Not speaking, Merrill moves even closer to Carver, placing a hand on his other arm.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian turns, storming toward the door. "I'll be back," she snarls, as she heads out it.

[Varric]

"Imma go find Roland." Moving slow and even, the dwarf slips out of the room to follow Marian. The hells crawled up her ass? "Met downstairs in ten?" 

[Bethany]

"You wanna get dressed?" Beth suggests after a few seconds. "I can help you trim your-" She cuts off at the look of possessiveness on Merrill's face, then narrows her eyes at the elf. "Your beard. Make sure you look dapper and dashing and such." You're good for him, girlie, but he was my twin well before you ever met him. So best get used to sharing, 'kay?

[Carver Amell]

"I... yes. Please. I want... Show me how?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian, it seems, needed a few minutes; she slips out the back door, slamming her fists against a nearby tree until, after a few moments, she slumps against it, pressing her forehead to the bark. Distantly, she notices the tears dripping down her face -- dripping, not freezing, thankfully. 

Is that just what he does? she wonders to herself. Gets rid of anyone who's a problem? I thought it was just me. I thought I was the problem. But Carol-- Car's like this, Car almost died, because of some shit he said to her as a kid. Fuck. Fuck. I just can't-- I wasn't strong enough, and then I wasn't there. Gods. I have to get stronger. I have to.

[Varric]

"Let me take a look at your hands," says a familiar voice, rough and smooth in equal and somehow complimentary fashions as his dwarven accent merges with his natural tone. I clearly wasn't paying attention to the right person (Daisy back there might be a budding problem) back there, because she caught something I surely did not (wish the kids would take sodding turns). 

[Marian Hawke]

Marian turns, startled, her eyes still teary. She holds up her hands, surprised herself by the scrapes and shallow cuts.

[Varric]

Varric winces slightly as he steps nearer. "Flex your fingers, " he orders, wanting to see if they're broken. "And might I suggest something softer than a tree next time you punch out your anger? Sack of grain, pool of water..."

[Marian Hawke]

She dutifully flexes them, wincing a bit -- they move on command, but she's clearly damaged them some. "Sorry," she says, and her voice is dull now, the anger gone out of her.

[Varric]

"Not my fingers," he points out. "Nor my sad, soft eyes filled with sweet sorrow that you get to deal with when Shiny sees this. She's not going to be distracted by Vig for long."

[Marian Hawke]

"I'll pay for healing," she says, in that same flat tone.

[Varric]

"Seems a bit of a waste." He studies her carefully. "Any reason why you're doing your best thrall impression?"