The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Bethany]

Draped across a nearby couch, Beth starts and sits up. She had attempted to stay up the entire night, as Dau had not given a firm time for completion and wanting to greet her brother properly, but... Groaning, she sits up and peers around blearily.

[Carver Amell]

"Merrill," he whispers, reaching for her hand to tug her in close, plant a kiss on her cheek. "Marry me?" he asks, resting his cheek against her hand and nuzzling gently. 

[Merrill]

Merrill blinks at Carver owlishly. 

[Carver Amell]

"I'll keep you safe, I promise," he offers, to sweeten the deal. 

[Merrill]

Won't- won't you keep me safe even if I don't..? "Umm. I... W-why m-"

[Bethany]

Before she can finish whatever she was going to say, Merrill is interrupted by the suddenly wide-awake. "Carver!" She lunges to her feet, stumbles, then half falls, half dashes across the room to him. "Gods, look t you! Carver.. you... you look... right."

[Carver Amell]

Carver grins, a sappy, dopey grin. "Beth," he whispers. "It's me."

[Bethany]

She grins right back at him. "Yeah. Yeah it is. Gods. You look... it's like one of those hidden image puzzles that Runis makes. You... you click now. You look right now. Sorry, I know I already said that, I just..." She grabs his hand and presses it against her cheek. "We should go shopping! Get you all new clothes."

[Carver Amell]

He nods, caressing her cheek with his thumb. "I can be with a woman, now," he says, with a happy sigh. "I can get married. I can please a woman. We should all go have sex, right now," he adds, not looking particularly inclined to get up. 

[Bethany]

Beth fights and fails to swallow her giggle at his suggestion. "I like my men pretty and slender- or female. Sorry brother mine, but you are way too broad and rugged for my tastes." She pauses, cocking her head to the side. "Huh. Wonder why Dau made a point of giving you like half a month's beard?"

[Merrill]

Merrill has stilled, frozen at the thought that her tab is finally being called due. It's just for a second, she doesn't really think that about Carver anymore but... By the time Beth asks her question, she's recovered enough to chime in. "Maybe a shower, a nap and then lunch and shopping?"

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah," he says, sighing happily. "A nap sounds great."

[Varric]

The worst (can't move) of it isn't even that it (trapped) failed to work. It's that we (Helene is hurt) knew it would fail, tried (need to get out) it anyway and we were (trapped) right. Gods. "Air check?" he rasps out. Neither of them have an objective way of testing, so comparing impressions is their best method. 

[Helene Dakesh]

"Adequate. Is water required?"

Helene's arm aches, but in a dull way, the way a long-healed injury might. It's mostly pressure; last time ne looked, nir arm was a strange shade of purple-blue that another healing did nothing to change. Ne lacked the mobility to quite reach nir trousers, and so ne had wet them, hating the quirk of biology that made it difficult to aim for a container. Ne had found some solace in flapping nir free hand, and more in quietly banging nir head into the rock under nem. Always, freedom was in sight -- room enough to pace, to piss comfortably, to stretch, but impossible to reach. Not without a mutilation ne wasn't sure be could survive.

[Varric]

"N-no. Water fine. Fine on water," Varric corrects himself, hand tightening into a fist, desperately wanting to drain the small bottle of distilled alcohol he has tucked away in his bag. Relax. Breath. Focus. Relax. "Air steady f-for... five hours now? Maybe six. Implies... implies there's an opening somewhere. Small p-probably."