The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

"'course," he replies, not looking up past his initial glance. "Medical or non--sterile?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Non-sterile. Clothing emergency."

[Varric]

"Reddish brown bag in the corner, third pouch down on the left panel," Varric replies, then sighs as Ricky fusses. "Come on little guy," he murmurs, rocking the infant slightly. "Just a third of the bottle to go."

[Marian Hawke]

"Thanks," she says absently, rummaging through the bag. "Aha. This all the thread you have? I'm probably going to use it up."

[Varric]

That finally gets another glance. "There's two full spools in there," he protests.

[Marian Hawke]

"Oh, there's the other one. Okay, that's better. Sorry, I'm... all my trousers have developed holes."

[Varric]

"How did that happen?" Varric asks, brow furrowing. "All of them?"

[Marian Hawke]

She shrugs. "I woke up this morning surrounded by slit trousers and shredded underthings. The knife was right there, just by my hand."

[Varric]

Varric slowly raises his head to stare at her. "You... cut up your clothing in your sleep," he asks carefully to confirm her words.

[Marian Hawke]

She shrugs. "Devil? It's not the weirdest thing I've done in my sleep."

[Varric]

"Is this one of those things I shouldn't ask about?" Varric asks tentatively. "Because I'm curious but also sex is weird."

[Marian Hawke]

"If you ask I'll tell you," she warns. "But yeah, the weirdest is probably either sex stuff, or that time I woke up writing something."

[Varric]

"Let's go with the writing," Varric says brightly, though much of his focus is drawn back to Ricky when he starts fussing again. Blast. He was just fine a few moments ago (babies are hard).

[Marian Hawke]

"It's in some language I don't speak," she warns. "And I couldn't figure out the cipher. Far as I can tell it might just be nonsense."

[Varric]

"Lay it on me," Varric says, perking up.