The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods against his chest, letting him carry nem. Trusting him. Tired. Sluggish. Trust. Varric saved me before -- he will save me again. I have to trust him.

[Varric]

Might not need to, actually. Helene is real important, maybe Alydra would be willing to step in (has before after a-). Wait. Wait. Graybeard (asshat). Favor. He owes me a favor, maybe-

Varric winces a little as he sets Helene down, masking it with a light grunt as if overextending just a bit. No pain to it, just a bit of effort. "There we go. Shiny, can you get some willowbark and jasmine tea? With some sleep herbs in it?" The aasimar murmurs agreement and heads for the kitchen. The fuck is- why do I- oh. I know that Graybeard cannot interfere in the domain and will of another Heptad because magic. Useless ass. That's twice this debt has... has... He fights to keep his face even, his reassuring smile in place as he fusses over Helene even as he struggles to come to terms with the realization that he somehow forgot that he was owed a divine favor down in that... that...

"You- you want me to dim the lights or...?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene shakes nir head, glad that it's responding, that the disconnected, strange feeling is fading. Emboldened, ne reaches out and grips the edge of his shirt, eyes begging him to stay.

[Varric]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm right here," he says softly. "And I'll make sure either I or Lightsong or..." Shite, not Marian... "Not today, me for today. But later, when you... even out a bit more, would you feel comfortable with just the Flirts?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene swallows, giving a small nod. Hate this already. Four weeks.

[Carver Amell]

Carver isn't feeling well enough to speak to Aveline that day, but the next day, he tries. He gets out of bed, lets Merrill help dress him, and tells Vig he's -- begrudgingly -- willing to speak to the paladin over breakfast. If she's nice. 

(Vig seems scandalized by the implication she wouldn't be, but dutifully goes to fetch Bright's Vallen)

For his safety, he sits at a table with Merrill on one side and Beth on the other; he invites everyone, the whole group, so if things get dicey they have numbers and also Roland's mute spell on their side. And then, picking at a muffin, he waits.

[Merrill]

Bethany is turned away from Carver, though only a little, as she leans in towards Roland. The two of them have their heads together, a constant flow of plans, speculation and counters going back and forth. Carver can hear them fine, even chime in if he wanted, but neither expect him to do so. Merrill on the other hand, is quiet as she sits half in Carver's lap. Ever since the grotto, she's been in near constant contact with the man. Not in a sexual manner, though he's learned that she prefers to be nude in private and no longer shies from sexual acts with him. But the elf seems absolutely starved for touch, even to the point of cuddling a bit with Beth now she the elf has decided she's also trustworthy. Not as much as Carver, but it's probably a comfort to Carver that the two women seem to be getting along very well- certainly a world of difference than how Beth and...

Merrill stiffens slightly, head lifting from his shoulder. "She's almost here," she murmurs softly, eyes still closed. Louder, she calls out, "no swords inside the house."

[Carver Amell]

Carver squeezes Merrill's hand tightly. Smile. Be polite but firm. Tell her no. 

[Aveline Vallen]

There's a slight pause, then Aveline steps inside. She has her blade in hand, but inside the scabbard, the belt wrapped around the hilt making it very hard to draw out. "May I set it just inside the door? It's disrespectful to a blade to leave it outside." And also it costs more than a dozen houses like this.

[Carver Amell]

Carver sucks in a breath, gripping Merrill's hand. "Yes. But Vig gets to guard it. Don't let her use it on anyone."

Vigile, coming in with Aveline, gives Carver a flat look, ears back, but moves to guard the sword as suggested.

[Aveline Vallen]

Vallen's mouth tightens but she lets it go. After all he- they- have been through, distrust of anyone is understandable. Insulting, but understandable. "Very well," she says evenly.

[Bethany]

"Have a seat," Beth says airly, almost lazily. That's a voice no-one here but Carver and Vig have heard. That's Miss Bethany zi'Amell's voice. "We've had quail eggs and smoked cheeses prepared for breakfast, along with some fresh bread. Nothing fancy, I'm afraid but then you wouldn't really be accustomed to anything of that sort, I suppose, Miss Vallen?"

[Aveline Vallen]

"Bright's or Captain Vallen, thank you," the paladin says, face blank, as she takes a seat.  "And thank you for agreeing to speak with me.... Carver zi'Amell. My apologies, what title or manner of address do you wish me to use?"

[Carver Amell]

"Carver is fine," he says, looking down at his shredded muffin bits. His tone is a bit flatter than normal, but much better than it was yesterday.

[NPCs]

"Jus' for simplicity's sake- Call me Roland, the elf lass there is Merrill. Ya met Vigile clearly, the pup sniffing your feet is Hunter and..."