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video ♪ the viewers really want the D(warf)

Who: Varric and open
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Marsiva.
When: Thursday afternoon

[video;]

[The feed opens with a glorious shot of a gold-embroidered scarlet tunic-- a nice, slow pan across the gently furred planes of a man's chest, the brassy necklace resting across his collarbone, the dip of his throat--

-- and then he punches the camera upward.]

Ha ha, all right, you've had your fill. Stubborn metal piece of shit. [Varric looks none-too-amused.] Just tell me who took all my wine and maybe, maybe I won't tear the walls down.

[He leans back and rubs at his face. While he's usually pretty sharp and charismatic, right now there's a glimpse of how tired he is.]

Something tells me I'm gonna need it after you all tell me what happened while I was--

[A pause. He glances offscreen, takes in the sight of the stars and the hospitality deck of the Marsiva. Kidnapped three times? Really? What the hell is his life?]

-- somewhere else.

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What would I be doing if not that? Do you recall this place? Or...?

If you weren't waggling your mustache, you'd probably be... well... [He coughs.] Riding one?

[He nods, then.] Yeah, I do. Not sure why or how. It doesn't feel like it's been a while but I guess it has.

[A pause, and he gets serious for a moment.]

I'm, uh... sorry for disappearing on you.

I don't know whether I should pretend to be scandalized that you understand my pastimes so well, or flattered.

[And then he looks serious, for just a moment.]

Well, so long as you don't do it again, I suppose I could forgive you this once. You should feel fortunate, forgiveness doesn't come easily to anyone from Tevinter.

What can I say? I've got a gift for storytelling.

[Varric is shameless, news at 11.]

Oh, I do. A couple years with the broody elf will teach you that.

[He raises his eyebrows and smiles, but he doesn't press. There's that hidden, silent question of 'are you still together' though.]

You look like you're just barely containing yourself. I almost admire your restraint.

[He does look a bit more serious, then.]

Perhaps I ought to tell you the tawdry tale in person. Perhaps we should make a friendly wager of it. You tell me what you think has happened, and we'll see if truth is an interesting as the fiction you invent. Fifteen credits to you if you guess correctly.

Edited 2015-09-09 07:06 (UTC)

Almost, he says.

[Varric adjusts his gloves.]

Then it's a deal. As soon as I'm shoved onto another ship, I'll let you know. We can have a few drinks, trade tales. Maybe I'll raid your closet for something that doesn't look like a burlap sack.

A shame. I could dress you up like Tevinter's Finest, and Maevaris is nowhere near to see it.

[He chuckles.]

Edited 2015-09-10 06:47 (UTC)

You could, but I feel like Mae would outdo you as soon as she showed up.

[He misses Mae's humor. At least he's got a friend of hers around.]

Oh, I'm certain she would. If there is one person on Thedas that I will admit could outdo me, it is Maevaris.

[With Felix gone, she was the closest thing he had to a friend in the Imperium. Magisters like her, with a good sense of right and wrong and a wicked sense of humor, were rare indeed.

Perhaps it was what made her like a sapphire among pebbles.]

She could have me dressed in silk and feathers and I'd be thanking her for the opportunity to parade around like a peacock in her garden.

[And then he laughs, and honest, warm laugh that he reserves for very few.]

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