#varric (threads)

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@eritvita

It's morning. Varric is still in bed, sprawled out next to Roland. Niamh's already gotten up to go work for the day, leaving her two boys with a kiss on each of their cheeks. It was a tight fit for all three of them in Varric's bed, but he didn't mind so much. It was nice not to sleep alone.

He wakes with a yawn, rolling over to stretch. He looks at Roland, who's still sleeping. The man looks infuriatingly handsome, even in sleep. How are his curls still so perfect? He almost wants to reach over and muss them up, just to be a menace, but he resists.

Instead he scoots closer and gives Roland a kiss. "Hey, sleeping beauty. Time to get up."

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@grtivas

It had been a while since Varric had any time to sit down and write. Chasing Solas put a damper on that, but they'd stopped and rented rooms in the local tavern for the evening. They all needed their rest. Wearing themselves down to the bone wouldn't help anything.

Varric decided to take the opportunity to pen some letters. He hadn't written to Hawke in a while and couldn't help but worry about how his friend was faring. The Inquisitor, too, should get a letter.

He couldn't sleep, anyways, and the tavern was quiet at that time of night, so he settled himself at a corner table with his quill and paper. He didn't notice that Rook had sat down in front of him until he looked up from the page and startled.

"Ah! Jeez, kid. You can't sneak up on me like that. I'm too old for that. My heart can't take it." He placed a hand over his heart, expression grave. It was only a moment before an easy smile broke the facade. "You can't sleep either, I'm guessing?"

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@etdraconis gets a starter for Leanore (from Varric).

Being on bed rest was frustrating, but Varric knew that if he tried to get up and go back out into the field, either Harding or Rook would unceremoniously shove him back into bed. With a stab wound, a messed up leg, and more bruises and scrapes than he could count, he was going to be out of commission for a while.

Frankly, it sucked.

The pain made his head foggy, even with potions, so he found himself sleeping a lot. It was difficult to concentrate to read or write. He felt every bit of his age and he hated it. He was too old for this shit. He wanted to be out there helping and instead he was stuck in the Lighthouse.

Rook stuck her head in the doorway. "Hey, Varric," she greeted, jolting him awake from where he'd been dozing. "Oh, sorry! I hate to wake you up but you've got a visitor."

A visitor? Who the hell would come into the Fade to visit him? He sat up with a soft groan. "Well, kid, send them in."

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@grtivas liked for a starter (from Varric).

"I'm getting too old for this shit."

Varric plopped into the chair beside Rook, picking up his tankard of ale. "Chasing Solas all over Thedas," he clarified. "Why couldn't he just pick one spot and stick with it?"

He knew very well why, but he just felt like complaining. He hadn't complained in a good while. He took a big swig of his watery ale and looked at Rook.

"He's never made this easy for us, though it would be less complicated if he just told us what he was planning to do."

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@that-hawke-woman gets a starter (from Varric).

"I'm stuck on this chapter and it's driving me crazy."

Varric unceremoniously plopped down into the chair beside Hawke, rubbing at the scar on the bridge of his nose. "I've been writing it for four days and I can't figure out where I want it to go. Everything I write is garbage. The characters aren't cooperating!"

He let out an annoyed huff and looks at Hawke. "Do you think I should scrap what I've written for the chapter and start over? Or should I keep beating it with a stick until it cooperates?"

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@beautiful-mischief gets a starter for Aislinn.

It had been a long day and Varric was ready to get off of his feet. He didn't particularly hate traveling, but he did prefer to be at home. The tavern he had just stepped into was going to be as close to home as he could get for the time being.

The dwarf made his way past the tables and slid into a booth, setting Bianca on the tabletop. He made a mental note to clean the crossbow before going to sleep. If he could stay awake that long. He scrubbed a gloved hand over his face. He needed food and a good tankard of ale, then a room for the night.

Maybe he could stay a couple of days to recoup and rest. It wasn't like he was in a hurry.

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@eritvita liked for a starter from varric.

It seemed that with each passing day, more and more people came to Skyhold. Whether it was new soldiers, refugees, or mages, Varric couldn't keep track of them all. He tried, though. Just because he wasn't the Inquisition's spymaster didn't mean that he was just going to ignore everything.

He was sitting at his usual spot, toiling away on some paperwork. He glanced up every so often when people walked in or out, though for the most part his attention was on his work. At least until someone new walked in. Varric had never seen him before. Something about the stranger piqued his interest, though he wasn't sure what.

Interesting.