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I have to ask, how exactly do you plan on commandeering a Qunari warship?
With the way you describe your fantasies, you leave little to others’ imaginations, Isabela.
Although the vessel will be a rather intricate system.. well, that’s just the start of a fun adventure, don’t you agree?
Forgive me if I have my doubts about your knowledge of Qunari warships.
My idea of a fun adventure involves a lot of liquor.
That’s the spirit! I think we should do it on a Qunari warship.. minus the Qunari, of course. Those beauties are only scary when they’re trying to crush you.
Just imagine: relaxing, sprawled out at the deck, listening and feeling the steady rock of the boat, the waves caressing and lightly slapping against its skin…
..Oh, and you’re there, too.
I have to ask, how exactly do you plan on commandeering a Qunari warship?
With the way you describe your fantasies, you leave little to others' imaginations, Isabela.
I had the loveliest picnic with my cousin and his pretty elven friend. You know what we need? More picnics. People are forgetting the simplest of leisures.
You are absolutely right! We should go on a picnic together sometimes, don’t you think?
Just the two of us? Hmmm. I don't see why not.
andrfels replied to your post: I had the loveliest picnic with my cousin and his...
Solona, I feel like I’ve not seen you in forever.
Had I been aware that you missed me, I would've come running with a gift. Gifts make people feel wanted, don't they?
I had the loveliest picnic with my cousin and his pretty elven friend. You know what we need? More picnics. People are forgetting the simplest of leisures.
Haha, don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll warm up to you.
I'm not quite so sure about that. He's very adamant about his views.
I'm hungry. Who wants to teach me a little about Kirkwall cuisine?
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Anders lets out a huffy chuckle, a one-second noise that bridges the gap between apologetic and amused. He feels a little sheepish, as he always does when someone points out the way he talks sometimes. If he knew what the feeling was like, he’s sure it would be akin to being scolded by a mother. He palms the back of his neck again, curling fingers against skin.
“I would be lucky,” he tells her, although it’s probably not a helpful response, and he doesn’t even know what it means. “I’m sorry. I’m probably not making anything clear, am I?” Anders likes to think of things in black and white terms, and some things are - the mage plight, for example. There’s no wiggle room on that. Yet everything else tends to get messy and grey, with Anders usually complicating things himself. Perhaps it’s the spirit’s influence, the need to see things with the clear simplicity of the Maker’s first children.
There is only one side or the other. And yet Anders can never quite bring himself to make them work that way.
Solona draws from her well of patience and bites back the aches in her chest. She thinks that she understands. The fickleness of everything is what scares her friend. "You're not, but that's okay." She can act as his constant, and swear to remain at his side this time. If he needs a somebody to lean on, then that's the quiet role she'll uphold. "I think I can puzzle it out for myself."
There's nothing left to wonder. This is where it ends. Solona closes her eyes and thinks about what's been done and said. There's more good than bad, and that's really what matters. Her eyes part and she pats him on the arm. "Am I allowed to leave - clean up a little - and come back? Or are you so hopeless that you can't bear a few hours without me?"
orlesiansilks replied to your post: I wonder now, did it escape you entirely that I did not mean to speak of flowers?
I would, but that might ruin the surprise altogether.
Ooo, I love surprises. Don't ruin it just yet.
Ah, Solona. Indeed there may be some logic in your statement - stupidity should often be ignored, though we must be vigilant that wearing ‘blinders’ does not hamper our senses.
Vigilant, yes. I’ll keep that one in mind. In the meantime, I think I’ll seek out some fun and excitement. Something a little more dangerous than cheese statues.
The only fun in this town are the singing drunk men and that little dwarf at the Hanged Man.
It's my perfect cup of tea.
I wonder now, did it escape you entirely that I did not mean to speak of flowers?
If you feel the need to ask, then it probably did. You'll bring me up to speed, won't you?
Ah, Solona. Indeed there may be some logic in your statement - stupidity should often be ignored, though we must be vigilant that wearing ‘blinders’ does not hamper our senses.
Vigilant, yes. I'll keep that one in mind. In the meantime, I think I'll seek out some fun and excitement. Something a little more dangerous than cheese statues.
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“I’m not - ” He shakes his head. “I’m not pitying you.” He purses his lips. It’s strange, the idea that anyone would look at him that way even with his… passenger. “Regardless of anything else, you deserve someone whole.” And if she did have to put up with someone who had a whole separate entity, it could at least be an entity that liked her. Maker, if Justice were to hurt Solona again… It’s an idea that plagues him even now.
It makes this all the stranger that she’d say that, considering that Justice already attacked her. Anders has a degree of control over the spirit, but far less than he used to. It’s a little hard to process, actually. “Anybody would be lucky to have you. I mean that.”
"Gosh, Anders. You must think yourself pretty damn important if you get to decide what I deserve." It's terrifying, yes, but she thinks it worth the risk. "No matter what you think I deserve, my feelings aren't going to change to neatly accommodate that." She hasn't forgotten Justice's presence. Far from it. If anything, it's made her even more aware of how much she cares for her fellow mage.
And if Anders gets to be selfish, she's allowed a single question, too, "Do you fall under that umbrella of 'anybody'?" Solona smiles, waiting for some kind of rejection so that they can move beyond this.
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Anders dips his head. “I think Hawke will be fine.” The mention of Hawke and previously, Hawke’s mother, makes him think of the time once when Bethany said Anders reminded her of her father. He can only hope. Every Amell and Hawke he’s ever met, they seem to be good people at heart.
“Even if I did, would it be fair?” He taps the side of his head sadly. Anyone he is ever with would have to accept that he will never be fully present. There’s always Justice. There’s always the plight of the mages, something more important than Anders’s own life.
So he has to ask - because Anders is selfish, really. He has to ask, “Would you really want to be with me, especially now you’ve seen what I can do?” It’s not something he would ask of anyone. Actually, anyone who would is treading the knife’s edge of brave and stupid. He’s sure that he would chase after someone if he really felt the energy, the urgency to, but if they were to turn him away… he wouldn’t blame them.
Are things ever fair? There may be a spirit lying dormant inside of him, but Solona sees Anders first and foremost. "I'm sure you'll find someone with just as much baggage to deal with," she teases. The mood's been serious for too long.
Her humor falters. She crosses her arms as if ready to scold a child. For one who has so little confidence in herself, Solona speaks with an unshakable certainty, "Yes, I would. You may have changed, Anders, but I still see the man I fought beside. If you were willing, then I'd agree to it. But if you're only saying this out of pity, I'll ask you to stop now." There's a hint of anger and frustration, yet nothing lasting.
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“Karl used to tell stories,” Anders says quietly. “When I was a boy he found it was the only way to make me sit still. And when I was older, he still told stories, because we found an escape in them. Stories like… Queen Rowan. She and the King weren’t in love at first, but time saw them fall in love so deeply that when she died, it was said the King didn’t emerge for two years.”
He tilts his head, and then clears his throat. He isn’t entirely sure why that story came to mind, but now he’s said it, there are a couple of worthy points in it. “What I’m getting at is, love can happen in any strange place. Perhaps you would’ve met a nice noble. Or maybe you’d have fallen in with a lowly commoner, become disgraced and raised a family with a hoard of loud children.”
He shakes his head. “What I’m also getting at is that you won’t be alone. No matter how your life could’ve gone or has gone, you wouldn’t be. You’re beautiful. And kind. And smart, you know.” Anders has a sudden sheepish realisation that everything he’s saying is more than true. Solona is a wonderful person.
Her childhood was filled such stories and Solona yearns for them again. She feels out of place and at odds with her body. She's an Amell ripped from her family, and there's a sense of bittersweet belonging.
Anders's tale does put a sort of smile on her face. It isn't fully accepting, but it wants to be. "But why dwell on the 'what ifs'? All we have is now. And right now... I just want to see my cousin happy." Which isn't the whole truth persay. Solona wants her family back; she wants the security of unconditional love waiting just outside the door to her room.
But this notion of romantic love, this folly that Anders paints with a steady hand, it has many charms as well. Solona wants, more than ever, to show, not tell. "Someone has to be there for you, too, silly." And all she dares is a quick peck on the cheek before she retreats. "Promise me you'll find someone and I'll do the same."
Oh, no, do not envy the flower. Eventually it would tire of me and wish me to leave.
Why would a flower tire of your pleasant company?
I’ve often wondered as much myself! Yet here I am with absolutely no answer for you, isn’t that a shame?
If I may try for an answer? The flower would not tire of your company, but even with the most tender love and care, it still has to wilt. Everything good comes to an end.
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to enjoy things as they last.
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Anders fidgets; he can’t help but smile, because the words she says are sweet and irrespective of whatever else, they mean a lot. He spreads his palms momentarily, then rests them on his knees. Whilst they are confessing, it seems only right that he do, too.
“If it’s any consolation, he has no affection for me,” he tells her, voice soft and a little scratchy. It’s difficult. He’s never really talked about His Feelings For Hawke before, not to anyone except the spirit in his head, and even then it wasn’t as if they had lengthy hand-holding moments together. “The man I like…” He hesitates. Is it really fair of him to say, ‘I like your cousin’ to her?
He starts again, “He has someone else, I believe. And he has interests far different to my own. So.” He shrugs. He probably isn’t making her feel any better. Then he frowns at her, hard, his brows knitting together. “Maker, why would you say that? That isn’t true.”
What good are two people in miserable company? It's a shame that Anders's affections are met with no luck, and Solona knows better than to hold out on a change of heart. "I can't imagine why he wouldn't. You're a wonderful person. Aggravating at times, but easy to forgive nonetheless." There's a rise and fall of her shoulders as a breath escapes her.
It's obvious only to herself, she realizes, and forces herself to address her audience, "I would have been raised as a noblewoman, only to be seen, not heard. ...I don't know if I have the personality to be headstrong like Aunt Leandra and elope with a lover. It sounds like one of those stories I always catch Varric waxing at the Hanged Man." Solona's no heroine, of that she's sure.
