👐 Hold my muse when they aredying, but reversed bc you brought this on yourself
FIEND at least i got u back
❝ev—evee ?!❞ again the mark FLARED, as it had been for quite some time, green trailing up her arm in a horrifying display. the way she dropped with it made vic’s stomach churn, worry & fear festering within him, & he was beside her in seconds ; holding onto her for any sort of comfort he could provide. ❝its alright, i’m here, its alright, you’re alright …❞
they were so close. she’d figured it out, even told them so——she was always so smart. from haven until now ; evee was always the wisest of them. it’d be fine, of course ; the pain would blow over, as it always did, she would SUFFER & carry on as she always did, the smartest & the strongest of them. vic would merely be there, help her through it. then solas could fix it for good.
only … it didn’t stop. it kept crackling, crawling further up her arm, every sound it made wretched & sickening, bringing forth BLOOD to drip amongst the green. she struggled, seethed from the pain, & vic began to truly panic, looking helplessly at the other party members as they rushed to help her——but all their efforts fell null.
after rushed attempts at healing, arguments over whether to take the arm or let it be, & questions evee couldn’t answer asked in rapid succession ; it seemed she was drifting, her life CHOKING on the fade itself——who could have known that evee’s tool to save the world would bring her end in return ?
vic clung to her, hoping to help her even now, though his panicked, babbled nonsense of fear & despair likely didn’t help her any. ❝its okay, evee, hold on—don’t you leave me too, alright ? i can’t lose you too.❞ the last thing she’d see would be his tears, the mortification that came with the realization, the AGONIZED cry bubbling up from his chest.
she was gone. inquisitor evelyn trevelyan was gone, evee was gone, his sister was GONE. another family member called to the void. silence fell over the party as shock gripped each one of them, hands reaching to pull vic away, to poke & prod at evee, trying helplessly to nudge her back to life. but she was gone, truly torn away from them.
when vic finally pried himself away, he remembered what she’d said——her revelation, what they’d discovered about solas, about that orb, her mark ; & a newfound anger came to his eyes, a RAGE like he’d never worn before. hands still stained with evee’s blood reached for his daggers, unsheathing them with confidence he’d never had before, & he looked forward in the direction they’d been heading ; the direction of solas.
❝when we find solas … i’m killing the bastard.❞