The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

Marian blinks, frowning slightly. "What?! But you... Really? You're certain?"

[Bethany]

Beth gapes at her twin. "Folly? But- what? St- Ca- Brother, you smiled! You looked so damn happy that I-" She shakes her head in disbelief.

[Carver Amell]

"But it's not real, is it?" he says, softly, clutching the pup too tightly. "People like me, people who believe they are one thing when they are truly another..."

[Varric]

Hunter whimpers a little, wiggling around to lick his person's cheek. Leaning against his desk, Varric scoffs. "Who gets to decide that? What people truly are, I mean. People are more complicated they they look at first glance, and no-one can really say they're an expect on any given person. If you say you're a man, that you feel more comfortable, more natural, in the shell of a man..." The dwarf shrugs. "No business of anyone else's. Not like it hurts anyone."

[Bethany]

"He's right," Beth says quickly. "Having a brother could be really great. If that's what you want, I mean."

[Carver Amell]

Carver swallows. "And you wouldn't... send me away?"

[Varric]

"After all the work your twin put into stealing you?" Varric smirks, then sobers. "No lad, I got no problem with you being a man. Hells, it'll be nice having another guy around. Roland's an alright sort, but two guys just isn't enough for a proper bout of cards and ale. There is the bare minimum really."

[Bethany]

Beth scowls, her back up. "I could-"

[Varric]

"Sorry, sacred tradition, men only at card night."

[Bethany]

"But-"

[Varric]

"Hey, I don't make the rules, I'm just following them."

[Carver Amell]

"I... I'd like that," says Carver, softly. "Just us guys."

[Bethany]

Beth sucks in a breath, intending to argue more, then checks herself. Or, well, is checked when she notices that Merrill is glaring at her intently. 

[Varric]

Clapping his hands lightly, Varric grins. "Settled then! If you want to toss some clothes on, I'll grab Roland and we can have a few hands before the potion wears off. Sound good lad?"

[Carver Amell]

"And you won't... lock me away?" he asks again, eyes painfully earnest. "I won't have to go to a sanitarium?"