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driftfleet2015-04-01 04:41 pm
wolfuncaged) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-01 04:41 pm
002 - Looks like a discoball and tastes like strawberries and dreams
Who: Fenris and you!
Broadcast: Video: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist.
When: Today. SPONSOR DROP for all characters who have started a romance aboard the Fleet
[Fenris had a very unsettled night, sleep wasn't the cards after his run in with Cole. Eventually, he does leave his armory to find breakfast. He goes by way of the cargo hold (just to check the horrible little wretch isn't lurking there) but instead finds a gift basket with his name on. Fenris can't read the rest of what's on it, but the gift basket is full of condoms, lubes and other sundries that only naked people will really have use for. Emblazoned on everything is Madame Gertrude's Pleasure Barn. Not only has Fenris been given one, but any character who have decided to indulge in a little romance, up to and including flirting has been sent one. The Fleet has got itself a sponsor. For today, at least.
Fenris is well aware what these things are (thanks, Exisilium) so it's with a largely bemused expression that he turns on his communicator, pointing at the...gift. ]
Please tell me that I'm not the only one who has been given one of these today. I suppose Atroma expects us to be grateful? Though it is roughly as subtle as a brick to the face.
Broadcast: Video: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist.
When: Today. SPONSOR DROP for all characters who have started a romance aboard the Fleet
[Fenris had a very unsettled night, sleep wasn't the cards after his run in with Cole. Eventually, he does leave his armory to find breakfast. He goes by way of the cargo hold (just to check the horrible little wretch isn't lurking there) but instead finds a gift basket with his name on. Fenris can't read the rest of what's on it, but the gift basket is full of condoms, lubes and other sundries that only naked people will really have use for. Emblazoned on everything is Madame Gertrude's Pleasure Barn. Not only has Fenris been given one, but any character who have decided to indulge in a little romance, up to and including flirting has been sent one. The Fleet has got itself a sponsor. For today, at least.
Fenris is well aware what these things are (thanks, Exisilium) so it's with a largely bemused expression that he turns on his communicator, pointing at the...gift. ]
Please tell me that I'm not the only one who has been given one of these today. I suppose Atroma expects us to be grateful? Though it is roughly as subtle as a brick to the face.
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[He heaves out another sigh, rubbing his face. His mind is racing, trying to deal with the sea of grief threatening to overwhelm him. ]
...Does Varric know?
[He doesn't much care about Anders, but Varric... Varric is important.]
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He doesn't.
[ ...not that he's asked, exactly, but he's got to imagine their reunion would have gone very differently. ]
Don't--please don't. [ There's a rising edge of desperation in his voice he can hear like it's coming from miles off, and hates; his better instincts had probably understood he couldn't keep this to himself forever, that it was always going to be the mouth much smarter than his mind that tripped him up, but this has spiraled so fast out of anything he could control holding onto what's left feels like the last thing he has. ]
Look what it's done here. It hasn't changed anything, it's only hurt you.
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Yes, it has. But I am... [he's not glad that's not the right word to use] I needed to know the truth. Rather now, than at a later time.
[He leans back, he has some wine left from the last Waystation. He could sit here and get absolutely apoplectic.]
I will not tell him, Hawke. That is your choice, not mine.
EVERY TIME I AM REMINDED THIS IS ON THE CONDOM POST
[ It's very tired, and very gentle, and probably the closest he'll ever get to saying thank you. ]
At risk of sounding rude - [ as if that possibility has ever troubled Hawke since birth ] - are we done here? I'm finding the fact that I'm not blackout drunk a grievous oversight.
TIMING!
[Fenris exhales, but it's a grateful one. He's not good at this talking thing. At hashing out his emotions. He'd much rather run away from it all, than turn and face them. ]
I think that's a good idea. I will talk to you again.
[He wants to say so much more. He wants to tell Hawke he's sorry the world has turned out this way. He wants to tell Hawke they'll find a way to FIX this. He wants to scream at him for being so fucking stubborn that he'd get himself killed in the first place.
He says none of those things. He just stares at the screen for a moment, before turning it off.]