I've known him longer, I love him best. It is low hanging fruit do you not think? And you're not keeping anything from him are you? At the end of the day do you not get to say that you convinced me to spill this secret? That you could never keep such a secret from your friend and your family member. Do not dress yourself up in moral dignity pants and tell me to defer to your judgement, you said that if I didn't tell him, then you would. If you are his family and I am nothing then it would have been simple enough to leave it alone, clearly that would have been all that he needed. This is not to say that I do not hope you are right, but I would not expect him to go easy on me and direct his anger at you. I'm not family I suppose that is something to keep in mind.
But yes, as we were saying- I am many kinds of a bastard, but this? Is not something lightly done. I only insisted that you tell him so I would not have to do so. Would I tell him? Yes. Eventually. When I found a good moment to do so- afterward he'd be more upset with both of us for saying nothing. This takes most of the weight out of my hands, but I am still at fault for saying nothing.
It is comparably different. I was keeping a secret, a promise, for 31 years...you were holding onto information long enough to find a good opportunity to say something if I did not.
Are we seriously arguing over who he will be most upset with? Is this what we are doing instead of, oh, I cannot think, possibly preparing dinner and bracing ourselves for it?
[And of course she takes the bottle, she'll pour a glass for Zevran, but that's all he gets...he's working with heat and knives after all. Additionally she plans to drink straight from this bottle.]
It is water compared to all the Darkspawn blood I was made to drink.
You were younger and not his mother. [ He takes the glass with a salute, setting all else that he needs out. ] Remind me to bring a bottle of Antivan Brandy back for you.
Well...your competition would be a tall, human, noble...there was a time where I might have said that it was not a competition at all. But he was kind, he was so beautiful.
That tends to be the way of them in my experience. Kind. Beautiful. Affectionate and attentive- up until they run out of use for you. Perhaps you were more fortunate than I in such things.
[ Zevran knew better than to buy into the idea of sentiment. ]
I might have agreed with you at some point, I was an Orlesian noble's pet from 7 to 14, and he was very sadistic. [And she drank to that memory, she was old enough now that it didn't bother her anymore, not quite as much.] So I was very cruel to Maric in the beginning, because I thought that was how they all were...but it warms me to know that even though we could not be together, he never took another queen, he never loved anyone after me. He was kind, he kept his promises, he saved my life...there is a lot more to him than what most people saw. I miss that ridiculous man.
No, no, this is not about him. This is not about the Chevalier. This is about Maric and Fiona and Alistair- a family he is connected to only by the son. Nothing more. ]
He'd more than earned my respect and my trust...but this isn't about me is it?
[Fiona gave Zevran the suspicious side-eye, perhaps that was something she'd wrangle out of him given the situation he put her in.]
When I was a little girl I had a cat...well he wasn't mine, he was a stray, my family was well off enough in the alienage that he could feed our family, but no more. I, however, would cut my own portion in half...the meat portion anyway...I ate a lot of vegetables and grains during that time. Anyway, every night kitty and I would meet at the same time and the same place, a bit romantic, no? I would give him my portion of meat and he was my friend in return...I can still remember how he purred sitting in my lap and how we would just lie there looking at the moon and stars...I liked to think that we were both imagining a better place out there, with those distant, glimmering lights. Then one day he stopped coming, but I went back to our spot every night...and he never came. I had to stop once a beggar attacked me for the meat I would bring...I thought to myself "kitty must have climbed the wall between the alienage and the better side of town, he'll be happier there, there will be fat mice and plenty of discarded scraps." After my time spent with Comte Dorian, and the loss of my family, I realized the truth about life is far uglier...that kitty was probably eaten by the very beggar who attacked me that night...
...and as much as I would like to believe that Maric is out there walking with the stars, having grand adventures away from the throne that had caused him pain...that's what my heart tells me...all the time. My head on the other hand knows that the world is too cruel for such precious hope, to believe in rumors only to be disappointed.
[ Zevran was able to listen and cook at the same time and thus focused as much on the pans on the stove as he did this so sorry tale.
Did he seem like a man that needed a lesson in the foolishness of optimism and the cruelty of the world?
He is younger than her, certainly, but he was a Crow. A life such as his does not come from a happy upbringing. But he says nothing as Alistair? Is nearly there. ]
[It was not a lesson so much as it was a personal anecdote, there were reasons why Fiona was as much of a realist about the world as Zevran was himself. There was no point in trying to show her the positive in the negative when the answers were practical. Especially when he knew better.]
No point is talking about it then, yes?
[She loved Maric, but she would not pin her hopes on whispered rumors.]
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sending crystal
Date: 2016-05-05 01:23 am (UTC)Re: sending crystal
Date: 2016-05-05 01:24 am (UTC)Serious discussion sidelined for idioms. ]
...Moral Dignity Pants?
Re: sending crystal
Date: 2016-05-05 01:39 am (UTC)sending crystal
Date: 2016-05-05 01:43 am (UTC)sending crystal - and like Rita Repulsa...
Date: 2016-05-05 01:46 am (UTC)She's not certain what this has to do with anything...]
Certainly, why not.
sending crystal
Date: 2016-05-05 01:50 am (UTC)And for wandering about while ill.
sending crystal
Date: 2016-05-05 02:06 am (UTC)sending crystal
Date: 2016-05-05 02:13 am (UTC)Re: sending crystal
Date: 2016-05-05 02:17 am (UTC)[She was obviously a hothead when she was young.]
sending crystal > Action
Date: 2016-05-05 02:18 am (UTC)[ He rounds the corner, ingredients in hand, shaking his head. ]
Re: sending crystal > Action
Date: 2016-05-05 02:21 am (UTC)[And she's pacing the kitchen like a caged mabari, sending crystal now tucked away.]
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 02:27 am (UTC)If you want to start early.
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 02:32 am (UTC)[And of course she takes the bottle, she'll pour a glass for Zevran, but that's all he gets...he's working with heat and knives after all. Additionally she plans to drink straight from this bottle.]
It is water compared to all the Darkspawn blood I was made to drink.
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 02:45 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2016-05-05 02:50 am (UTC)Isn't Antiva dangerous for you right now?
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 03:07 am (UTC)[ Pasta, into boiling broth, vegetables and tomato paste and spices into a pan along with chicken to sear. Simple, wholesome, hearty food. ]
When is it not dangerous? But they have need of my contacts and skills, thus? I go.
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 03:12 am (UTC)[And she missed him dearly.]
Gird your loins.
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 03:19 am (UTC)[ Zevran knew better than to buy into the idea of sentiment. ]
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 03:27 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2016-05-05 03:56 am (UTC)[ And had his not been earned?
No, no, this is not about him. This is not about the Chevalier. This is about Maric and Fiona and Alistair- a family he is connected to only by the son. Nothing more. ]
There are rumors that he yet lives, somewhere.
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 10:07 am (UTC)[Fiona gave Zevran the suspicious side-eye, perhaps that was something she'd wrangle out of him given the situation he put her in.]
When I was a little girl I had a cat...well he wasn't mine, he was a stray, my family was well off enough in the alienage that he could feed our family, but no more. I, however, would cut my own portion in half...the meat portion anyway...I ate a lot of vegetables and grains during that time. Anyway, every night kitty and I would meet at the same time and the same place, a bit romantic, no? I would give him my portion of meat and he was my friend in return...I can still remember how he purred sitting in my lap and how we would just lie there looking at the moon and stars...I liked to think that we were both imagining a better place out there, with those distant, glimmering lights. Then one day he stopped coming, but I went back to our spot every night...and he never came. I had to stop once a beggar attacked me for the meat I would bring...I thought to myself "kitty must have climbed the wall between the alienage and the better side of town, he'll be happier there, there will be fat mice and plenty of discarded scraps." After my time spent with Comte Dorian, and the loss of my family, I realized the truth about life is far uglier...that kitty was probably eaten by the very beggar who attacked me that night...
...and as much as I would like to believe that Maric is out there walking with the stars, having grand adventures away from the throne that had caused him pain...that's what my heart tells me...all the time. My head on the other hand knows that the world is too cruel for such precious hope, to believe in rumors only to be disappointed.
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 08:43 pm (UTC)Did he seem like a man that needed a lesson in the foolishness of optimism and the cruelty of the world?
He is younger than her, certainly, but he was a Crow. A life such as his does not come from a happy upbringing. But he says nothing as Alistair? Is nearly there. ]
Rumors are just that, rumors.
Action
Date: 2016-05-05 08:57 pm (UTC)No point is talking about it then, yes?
[She loved Maric, but she would not pin her hopes on whispered rumors.]