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idk what my gender is but it sure is pretty stabby
you’ve heard of Pretty. Odd. by Panic! at the Disco, now get ready for Pretty. Stabby. by My Chemical Romance
Weapon gifts!
“I got you a present.”
Caden's face snapped up, frowning at this change of subject. “I didn’t get you anything.”
Alistair laughed softly. “You saved us all from the Fade,” he reminded her. “And you brought me my mothers necklace. You don’t have to give me anything.” He bent to pick up the parcels and set them on the map they had been scanning. “Teagan said he had something for me so I went to see what it was. A suggestion was made that we leave our Grey Warden armaments here for the time being and don Redcliffe garb, just to avoid being too obviously Loghains enemies when we go into Denerim. I said it makes sense, if you agree?”
Caden nodded, seeing it for a smart move. She wondered if that idea had come from Teagan himself or whether someone else had suggested it to him. Leliana seemed clever enough to make a man believe her ideas where his. It was an odd thought, but it made her smile weakly after her unpleasant trip down memory lane.
Alistair began unwrapping the biggest items, revealing a new sword and shield. “These belong to Redcliffe and they’ve been handed down through the ruling families since the days of King Calenhad. In fact, it was because of that particular king that the sword received its name.” Alistair lifted it by the hilt and held the blade flat against his palm. “Calenhad said that the fate of Redcliffe was the fate of Ferelden, because if Redcliffe falls so too will the rest of the country.” Listening to this sudden, strange history lesson was having a calming effect on Caden and she moved closer to admire the blade. The hilt was wrapped in red leather, with a red stone set into the pommel. “Fates Edge,” Alistair said as if he were introducing Caden to the sword. It meant something to have this, Caden realised. Alistair was being so reverent with the weapon that it had to mean a lot for Teagan to have given it to him. She looked into his face as he looked at the sword. He was definitely Eamons son, she decided, watching him sheathe the blade and touch the shield which had the heraldry of Redcliffe stretched across it. “This is the more directly name Shield of Redcliffe. Said to be strong enough to withstand even the toughest of attacks, much like the castle itself.” Alistair set everything down and reached for the smallest package. “This is what I got for you. Teagan wanted to know how to thank you so I said… well…”
Caden took the cloth and unwrapped it as he trailed off. In her hand was a dagger. Smaller than her short swords, it was closer in size to her mother's knife. The hilt was an intricate weaving of filigree, with a hollow centre and the blade itself was wavy. She had never seen anything quite so beautiful.
Alistair was back to hovering. “Do you like it? Teagan brought it back from Antiva after a trip, but he’s never used it and he said you could take it.”
“It’s very special,” Caden said. “Are you sure he doesn’t mind?”
“No, of course not,” Alistair said. “He’s just glad to have something to give you for saving everyone. I remember when he brought it back; he came down to the stables when he got back from his trip and showed it to me. I was covered in mud at the time so I didn’t want to touch it, but he showed me the best part.” Alistair reached over to hold the hilt, brushing her fingers as he did. Caden held still and watched. “See how the hilt is hollow? That's because it’s empty. The blade comes with these vials that slot in and then there's this piece that sits on top.” Alistair worked quickly but carefully to insert the vial into the perfectly formed void. Inside the glass was a thick, dark liquid. “This is special Antivan poison,” Alistair explained. “You can use the dagger as just a knife, you know, ‘stab, stab, meet your Maker’ sort of thing, but if you depress this top part with enough force the poison will be expelled over the blade, giving you a sneaky little extra thing.” Alistair handed the knife back, the vial loaded with poison. “Do you… like it?”
He looked so nervous that Caden almost laughed. She was grateful for this distraction from her earlier truth-telling and then reflux. The knife was indeed beautiful and deadly. She found that to be a rather attractive combination. “I like it very much.”
Alistair let out a breath with a laugh. “Oh thank the Maker. I really hoped you would. I know it won’t replace the knife you lost, but maybe it can keep you company. Oh, and here are the other vials. The sludgy ones are poison and the clear ones are supposedly the antidote, but they could just be water, who knows?”
Caden took the small bandoleer of vials, a lump in her throat stopping her from speaking. She took a moment to breathe. “Thank you Alistair.”
Alistair beamed. “You’re welcome. You should name it. All the best weapons have names.” He picked up his sword and shield as if to offer them as proof. Caden looked down at the knife, sliding it into the sheath that came with it. She mourned for Adaias knife, but holding this one she remembered the feeling she got when that knife saved her from Vaughans horrible plans for her.
“My mamae sang me one lullaby in elvhen when I was little,” Caden explained. “I don’t speak the language, but there was one word which always stuck out to me. Revas. It means freedom.” She smiled the warm smile of a woman holding safety in her hands. “Revas.”
our lady of sorrows in the edgy shrine gerard said fuck it they want pretty stabby they get pretty stabby
The Screwpines at my work were feeling pretty stabby today.
so my work gets free gifts from where we order office supplies. and about once a month the boss doles them out to everyone in the office at random. and I constantly say I'm feeling pretty stabby when I'm irritated, and today my desk had a fancy set of knives sitting on it when I got back from lunch.
it's nice the boss knows me so well