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driftfleet2016-04-22 07:39 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-22 07:39 pm
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Masquerade Mingle
[The night has finally come--the Gravity Rush is nearly upon us! What normally serves as a large performance hall has been gutted, emptied of its boring furniture and rigged up into a fantastical mismatch of technology and old culture. No matter where you go tonight, you're encouraged to move around, dance, play games, whatever helps you sleep in late tomorrow morning.
If you aren't one for scurrying around a ballroom all night, there's always plenty of people-watching to do. After all, so many people are wearing extravagant costumes and elaborate masks. How can you even tell who is who? Get lost in a crowd of sequins, chatter with a sun and a moon, or try to beat the guy in the monster-mask at a game of cards. Meet your friends or make some new ones--this masquerade party has begun!]
[[ooc: All sections are up now, have fun! A related ooc post is HERE for any questions or plotting you'd like to do.]]
If you aren't one for scurrying around a ballroom all night, there's always plenty of people-watching to do. After all, so many people are wearing extravagant costumes and elaborate masks. How can you even tell who is who? Get lost in a crowd of sequins, chatter with a sun and a moon, or try to beat the guy in the monster-mask at a game of cards. Meet your friends or make some new ones--this masquerade party has begun!]
[[ooc: All sections are up now, have fun! A related ooc post is HERE for any questions or plotting you'd like to do.]]
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She jumps a little this time when he steps on her toes. Mostly because she hadn't been paying attention as much.]
I'm fine. Sorry. This is a bit of an...engaged conversation to be having while dancing.
Would Anora like it? Probably not entirely. But quite frankly... I don't know. She shouldn't begrudge you complimenting someone, at the very least.
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I think she loved him, you know. Cailan. She loved him, and he - wasn't faithful. And my father, he -
[ He makes a face. She knows what he's talking about. ]
Can we go somewhere else? Somewhere quieter, maybe?
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Of course. [This was no place to be having this conversation. And she didn't feel much like dancing too much now.
Her instinct is the balcony, but they would need masks. Instead, she thinks of that green museum place. She beckons for him to follow, guiding them out of the ballroom.
A few people are milling around, but no one she recognizes. And it's quiet.]
Better?
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If Morrigan was telling the truth, I've already fathered a bastard.
[ That's the first time he's ever said that aloud, since it happened. He says it, and sounds rather defeated. He has no idea if Riona knows this - if it happened in her world like it did in his. ]
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She's a mixed bag of emotions on this. Of course she hates the thought of him having been with her and that a child came of it, especially since she cannot have any. But she conceded to it, and that child is the reason she is alive.
More than anything, it fills her with guilt. For what Alistair had to do, and with what he now has to live with.]
I know. But it isn't like Maric. You didn't get a say in whether or not you'd be in the child's life. Morrigan made her terms clear. And not to mention there were... unusual circumstances involved.
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[ At least he doesn't have to explain it. ]
It just - I know why I did it. I know all of that, and - I'd do it again, because I didn't want to die, and she didn't deserve to die either. But it still seems... unfair. That was the first time I -
It wasn't even with someone I - cared for.
[ And that's what he meant, when he said he was happy for Riona. Not just for her, but for some version of himself that got to have that. He's hoping that maybe knowing in some other life he found that kind of love, that would help him face his own fate better. ]
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[Shoving that guilt down and shoving it down hard. It was to save their lives, like he said. But damn it, she made that call. If she had been able to do it herself, she would have. And then the burden would be hers.
In its place comes an overwhelming feeling of sadness. It hadn't ever occurred to her before he said it that his first time would have been with Morrigan. Riona likes her a deal better than he does and even that prospect makes her skin crawl. She knows all too well how it must feel to him. And then there's the unfairness of it all.]
I... Maker, I'm sorry Alistair. It really isn't fair. [She leans back against a nearby tree for support, taking off her mask as she does.] You should be able to know what that's like. To do that with someone you love. Or just even like.
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[ He shrugs. He knows she wishes he was her Alistair, and even if he gave into these feelings, he'd just be a substitute. Again. Like he's a substitute king. ]
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There are a few ways to interpret that statement, but given what he says afterwards, she thinks she knows. And she's left speechless for a long moment.
What does she say to that? Of course she misses her husband. But only in a way. She misses their history and what they've shared. The rest of him is standing right in front of her. Beverly told her to treat him like a different person. And maybe she's right. But Leliana thinks of him as one and the same, just with a different set of memories. And perhaps she's right too. Maybe the truth is somewhere in between.
If there's one thing she's certain of, though, it's this:]
You have nothing to be sorry for. You are YOU. Remember what I told you? I am happy I have gotten to meet you. I... am only sorry you are not as happy as you deserve to be. What I'd give for you to be able to have such...
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It's fine, really. I'll be fine. I got to meet you, didn't I? [ He puts on a smile for her. ]
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Alistair. [She pulls off her mask as she walks up to him. It's tucked into the side of her halter top for safekeeping. By the time she's reached him, she's looking up at him with her arms crossed.] Don't bury this and push it aside. You don't need to put on a brave face for me.
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You don't know that. There's no telling what will happen. Happiness always comes when you least expect it. You just have to be willing to take the chance and grab it.
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[ He shrugs. ]
I try to have fun where I can. But it's not fair to anyone for me to want something I can't have.
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[She hesitates, the words stuck in her throat. What she wants to say may not necessarily be the morally right thing to say, but it's how she feels. And it's what she knows.]
You deserve to be happy. However you want, with whomever you want. Yes, I know you're engaged to Anora, I get that. But it's an arrangement, one of convenience. If love isn't there or expected on either side, then it's not... It's not right to demand both parties to be miserable and not try to find happiness.
[This might be a weird off shoot of her upbringing more than anything else. She heard countless stories over the years of married lords and ladies who carried out quiet affairs. Some were done maliciously, yes, but many were done with the - sometimes unspoken - agreement that as long as the affair didn't jeopardize the accord brought on by the marriage, the other spouse was willing to turn the other cheek. So long as they were allowed to do the same, naturally. Was it right? Perhaps not, but that's how it worked. It was the only chance people in Alistair's situation could find happiness.]
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But at the same time, the thought of only being with Anora for the rest of his life - it's a chilling thought. Sure, he supposes it's possible eventually they'll warm to each other, find some kind of common ground, maybe even get to like one another. But love? Romance? Sex? He has a hard time picturing it. ]
She told me once, you know. Amell. That everyone should look out for themselves. I want to be king, you know. I want to learn how. I want to be a good king. But I don't want to hurt anyone because of my own selfishness.
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But even now, knowing that, a part of her just wants to shake him and scream that he's allowed to be selfish every once in awhile. That he needs to think of himself, too, and not others all the time. Enough people in his life always put others above him. She hates seeing him do it to himself.
She does the only thing she can think of: force a smile and nod. Much in the same way she'd scolded him for just a minute ago, but no one ever said she wasn't a hypocrite sometimes.]
I understand. You need to do what you feel is best. [If nothing else, the least she can do is respect his opinion.] You're a good man, Alistair. I hope Anora sees that some day.
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I mean, it's not like my life is horrible. What have I got to complain about? And I don't want to waste it moping around.
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No, you're absolutely right. And, I'm - I haven't been helping with that, have I? [She laughs derisively.] I always have to make everything so serious.
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[ There we go. Let's brush it off and make it a joke! ]
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He's not selfish like you are, a little voice shoots back. It cows her, and her resolve crumbles with it.]
I - well, that's a start. As good as any. [She forces a laugh.] Perhaps with a bit more to protect yourself from the shots next time.
[Yes, let's run with the joke and pretend the problem isn't that big of a deal. Like it's not eating at her.]
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