party on the pathstone

[dawnwillcome]

Who: Pathstone crew + ANYONE EVER WOW
Broadcast: nah bro
Action: YAH BRO
When: whenever bro

[Is the Pathstone more capable with a captain missing and another one replace with someone who does their job? How many people can fit into a captain's nest? Why is there a captain's nest? Has Solas painted the entire interior of the ship yet? Has Cole talked to each and every plant? Has Duke discovered that his ship has been previously worthless since basically the beginning of time? Will Crowley ever try to get his captain status back?

Tune in now for the answers to these questions and more in this episode of As The Pathstone Turns!]

Comments

[dawnwillcome]

[What are they even going to do with you Cullen you're too sweet. Jove closes her eyes as Cullen's fingers card through her hair, letting herself relax now that it's just them and the door is closed behind her.]

It sounds to me like you may need to tell her more interesting stories.

[serves]

[It's never really just them, is it? Someone is always watching. But he's decided to not care. No one will keep him from showing her appreciation.]

It's... difficult, to find ones that are appropriate.

[dawnwillcome]

Is there something keeping you from making up your own stories to tell her?

[serves]

I like telling her the truth. [He smiles and bumps his nose against hers.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Which earns him a kiss on the cheek for his trouble. Rewards for being so cute? Probably.]

Telling her a story doesn't mean lying to her, Cullen. She likes stories.

[serves]

[And she gets a peck on the lips.]

I've never had to entertain a young girl before.

[dawnwillcome]

I think you'd find it easier than you expect. She adores you, anything you make up for her benefit will be something she'll be overjoyed to hear.

[serves]

[Funny how that gets him to smile.]

If that's the case...

[dawnwillcome]

[She leans away to see that smile a little better.]

Shall I give you a hint for the contents?

[serves]

I'd be greatly appreciative.

[He leans in, just a little.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Putting her hand on his shoulder, she leans in to whisper in his ear like this is some sort of giant secret.]

She's fond of animals. If you add one to your story, she's bound to love it no matter what.

[serves]

[Ah, that just makes it easier for him to kiss her neck.]

Nugs, perhaps? Or mabari?

[dawnwillcome]

[Well now he's just trying to distract her.]

Mabari may be a little intimidating. [But stories about gryphons are fine.] I think she'd like nugs.

[serves]

And halla?

[He gives her a little nudge, back towards the pillows.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Whatever could he have in mind? She scoots back a bit, curious about what he'll do. Her smile does twist into something of a wry grin, though.]

And what exactly would you tell her about halla?

[serves]

[Gently, he pushes her against the bed, body settling over hers, weight on his elbows.]

I might need your help for that.

[dawnwillcome]

[Once she's settled comfortably, Jove reaches up to trace the line of Cullen's jaw.]

You'll have to be incredibly persuasive, the Dalish take our relationship with the halla very seriously.

[serves]

[He tips his head to kiss her fingertips.]

Are you sure that's what you want?

[dawnwillcome]

I think it's more a question of what you're willing to do for all my precious halla knowledge.

[serves]

Name your price.

[dawnwillcome]

Well, let me see...

[She makes a big show of considering, her arms looping around his neck as she thinks.]

What would be worth allowing a shemlen to use one of the few remaining connections to the lost past of the elvhen...

[Now she's just giving him a hard time.]

[serves]

... to make a young girl happy... [He smiles down at her.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Wow.]

That may be cheating.

[serves]

But does it work?

[dawnwillcome]

I think if I were to now it would make me a terrible person.

[She sighs heavily, pretending to be terribly put out.]

The first thing you should know is they aren't our pets. We would never stable them as you shemlen do your horses.