The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

"We shoul-"

[Varric]

"You are so Bastion it hurts. And you so Alydran. Seriously, I need normal friends," Varric mutters.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong's mouth snaps shut as she stares at him for a moment. Then... "We- you mean- you... consider me a friend?"

[Varric]

Sighing, the dwarf stares down at the ground. "No, seriously, do I need to create a special poem or song to inform people?" he grumbles in terran. "Yes, Shiny, we're friends. Just like the rest of us. All friends."

[Marian Hawke]

"I'm sorry," says Marian, softly. "I.. I'll try to be less.. Alydran. I only do it because I wanted to fit in in Draslina."

[Varric]

"Not what I... I just mean..." Varric rubs his temples. "Just be you. We'll work it out from there."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian scoffs quietly, but nods. "Sure. Whatever you say."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Hey," Haliel says firmly. "I like you, even the scant glimpses of you that you've gifted me with. So be nice to her."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian shrugs a shoulder, popping some of the meat into her mouth. We'll see.

[Carver Amell]

Carol sits in the window, staring out at the rain, as the last rays of sunlight die out. 

It's a lucky thing she's up; in the ten days since Hunter vanished, it's been harder and harder to get her out of bed. She will always sit with Beth if her twin comes to visit her, and of course Jadan can get her up, but she seems listless, disinterested in things around her. Perhaps it's because she sees no reason to get up at all: no swordfighting lessons, no Hunter, no reason to get out of bed. 

Jadan brings her soup, makes her try new alchemical concoctions. They help, some. They make her twitchy and restless, sometimes, or itchy, scratching at her arms until she requires a healing ointment to soothe the red gouges. But they don't bring her mood up very far; they give her energy, but not purpose, not meaning. 

Jadan is the closest thing to meaning she has. She's uninterested in wedding planning, but she'll spend time with him when he comes to get her, even if it means going on a walk out of doors. She hangs on his arm, sits close to him on the sofa, does all she can to stay in contact with him, as if silently begging him to touch her. 

[Bethany]

Despite being well aware that her suffering and problems we're much, much the lesser, Beth can't stop herself from wishing she had someone teytryas hard as she is to comfort and cheer her twin. It's a petty, demeaning thought but it lingers anyway. She's tried games and songs, stories and foods, drink and gossip. She's tried coaxing Carol to shows and parties, on rides and walks. And wasn't that a slap in the face yesterday, seeing her out the window on His arm not a half hour after she turned me down for a walk. Still, she refused to give up. 

Not out of ideas just yet. Just... most of the good ones. Or the safe ones. Still. Have to try. What else do I really have left? Taking a fortifying breath, she knocks on the side of the door to Carol's room. "Hey."

[Carver Amell]

Carol doesn't glance over, just continues staring out at the rain. "Hey." 

[Bethany]

Yeah, should have expected that really. "How you feeling this morning?"

[Carver Amell]

"Fine," she says, listlessly.

[Bethany]

New 'fine' anyway, which actually means terrible and empty. "Yeah... Do... Do you... Can you look at me? Please?"