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Update
((Okay so Halloween is over and things have calmed down a bit so I should be able to be more active on here, I am doing nanowrimo this year tho so I'm probably still going to be slow replying. I'm gonna probably go through all my drafts after class, if it's been too long in between replies for anyone feel free to drop the thread,,))
[okay another apology because I am the most inconsistent person in the world???? I'll try to be more active this week and ya know -actually reply- to everything I've just been spending all my time on either Halloween costumes or corse work but im not dead and I still love you guys]
[ah, sorry I've been offline so often my internet is super slow and my computer still isn't fixed so I'm still on mobile. I'm gonna try and go through my drafts tonight when I can get back on]
Merrill had not realized how long she had been longing for conversation, actual conversation, not just the odd word or two spoken here or there. She had to admit, it was nice to be able to share her thoughts with someone other than the rats that refused to vacate her...
āteach them..?ā she pondered, she knew all of the old histories and the new from her time as Keeper Marethariās first butā¦ would these elves react any differently than those in her clan? Good intentions might not be enough, to be shunned againā¦ Merrill was not all together sure she could handle that, perhaps after the Eluvian is restored, but before that the risks just seemed too high. āI think I would like that, perhaps one day but, at present things areā¦ complicated I suppose, being out casted again for trying to restore whatās lost is a bit more then I can handle.ā āYou looked so sad,ā she said, out of the blue. āWhen you spoke of bias, I mean, though its none of my business is it? By the Dread Wolf! people are always telling me to think before I speak and I try to but I just- I mean sorry, for intruding, unless I wasnāt, then I um-ā She was flustered again, her cheeks rapidly turning pink as she stumbled through words
I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO TRIGGERS AND WILL RP ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN. THE DARKER THE BETTER.
But I will also respect everyone with triggers and tag everything. If I ever make you uncomfortable please tell me and I will fix it so youāre comfortable.
Merrill stands at the door to the mansion, she had been there almost 15 minutes raising and lowering her fist, getting ready to knock and then snatching her hand back as if burned. It was early, very early, the sun was not yet even fully up, but merrill hadn't slept in a while and didn't want to be alone, not then anyway, she wasn't sure she could handle it. Coming here wasn't her first choice, of course but with Hawke and Varric off with Isabella and carver to explore the deep roads, merrill hadn't been left with much choice. Aveline had barked that she was busy when She had shown up at the barracks earlier, though Merrill couldn't blame her, one look at the guards woman hunched over her paperwork and Merrill knew she hadn't been the only one up all night. She figured she would at least try fenris and anders, though she was well aware of their opinions on her, and if anything perhaps go to the hanged man, after all Varric seemed to enjoy the place well enough. Finally she took a breath and knocked on the door... Just as it was swinging open- hitting fenris' shoulder instead. Cheeks flaming, Merrill's mouth opened and closed wordlessly for a moment under fenris' harsh glare, "fenris! Oh, um, good morning may I... May I come in?"
((Headcannon that Merrill's the friend that frequently goes up to Hawke and the other companions and goes to give them a hug but then bAM "ILY GIVE ME A HUG" turns to "HAHA WELCOME TO THE ARTIC FEEL MY HANDS THEYRE COLD" then she just runs away before anyone can murder her))
[yeS also that she loves brushing peopleās hair and dressing them like sheāll just pop up at peopleās houses in the morning like āno Iāll do that arms up Iām getting you dressed today also where is your hairbrush??ā]
((You need to start a thread with me immediately because that is The cutest thing omg))
[ye s I'll write it in a few minutes cooL]
"Oh- well I, it is rather hot out today donāt you think?" Merrill tittered nervously, a blush growing across her cheeks at the complement. Feeling her face grow warm, she turned to face the tree in an attempt to keep her flaming face out of view.
"The tree is rather...
Merrill had not realized how long she had been longing for conversation, actual conversation, not just the odd word or two spoken here or there. She had to admit, it was nice to be able to share her thoughts with someone other than the rats that refused to vacate her home. āYou are not being rude; youāre being honest, which is a lot more than I usually get around here.ā She chuckled lightly and went on, āAnd while were being honest Iāll say that Iāve often had the same thoughts, I sometimes think of my clan and want nothing more than to go back butā¦ but in truth I did not belong there, no more then I belong here.ā āAbout the Vhenadhal you misunderstand, I cannot find its purpose here, in a place where roots and tradition are forgotten or altogether shunned, where it is here not because it is sacred, but simply because it has always been there I cannot-ā she stopped suddenly, looking on the verge of shame. āIt seems is now my turn to apologize, my clan had a very fixed mindset when it came to city elves, and though I try not to carry that bias with me I still forget myself at times, forgive me.ā Holding out a scarred hand Merrill smiled lightly, āI believe an introduction where Iām not stumbling over myself may be in order so... Hello, my name is Merrill.ā
"Oh fenris, I didnāt expect to see you here, you never come to the alienage."
"Yes, thereās a reason for that." Fenris says distastefully, "im here toā¦ Talk to youā¦" He makes no effort to disguise the pure bitter dislike in his voice as he says this
"From your tone I can tell it's bound to be a nice friendly chat, though I'm beginning to suspect that's the only tone you have, so perhaps it truly will be."
((Headcannon that Merrill's the friend that frequently goes up to Hawke and the other companions and goes to give them a hug but then bAM "ILY GIVE ME A HUG" turns to "HAHA WELCOME TO THE ARTIC FEEL MY HANDS THEYRE COLD" then she just runs away before anyone can murder her))
[yeS also that she loves brushing people's hair and dressing them like she'll just pop up at people's houses in the morning like 'no I'll do that arms up I'm getting you dressed today also where is your hairbrush??']
"Well I think it is," Merrill said, surprising herself.
She had only stepped out of her home a moment, intending to leave the scraps left of her breakfast out for the strays that frequented the Alienage, when she noticed the man. She couldnāt explain why but he looked...
"Oh- well I, it is rather hot out today don't you think?" Merrill tittered nervously, a blush growing across her cheeks at the complement. Feeling her face grow warm, she turned to face the tree in an attempt to keep her flaming face out of view.
"The tree is rather beautiful though, in all the time I've been here I've still not figured out its purpose, I'm not sure if it has one really." Putting her palm on the painted bark Merrill stroked it lightly, "that would be rather sad wouldn't it? It's obviously been growing a long time, imagine spending so long as nothing but decoration. I suppose it does seem out of place but," stopping she turned back to the man and continued, "but mostly it seems... Sad I suppose, or lonely." With a light shake of the head Merrill looked down at her feet,
"But as for me, this is my place. This is the alienage and I am an elf, I'm not sure the city would have me elsewhere."
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Ā Ā Ā He hated Alienages, he really hated them. The hopelessness, the poverty. And still it always pulled him to that place, visited the elven slums in every new city he was.Ā Ā Ā Ā And especially in Kirkwall he was somehow amazed as he looked at the tree in the center, decorated with symbols and lights. And somehow in the city of chains and spikes it held some kind of beauty.. maybe even hope.
Ā Ā Ā āIt is really pretty..ā he said more to himself than anyone around him.
"Well I think it is," Merrill said, surprising herself.
She had only stepped out of her home a moment, intending to leave the scraps left of her breakfast out for the strays that frequented the Alienage, when she noticed the man. She couldn't explain why but he looked somehow... Lost.
"Well most of the time anyways, but you weren't talking to me were you? I just saw you there and then I heard you so I answered and-" Merrill picked up speed as she spoke, her words flooding out now almost incomprehensibly fast.
"I'm babbling aren't I? Sorry, I'm Merrill I live here- oh but that's obvious isn't it? I um-" breaking off she throws herself into a low bow, "Andaran atishāan."
"Ah, well Iāve slept in the gutter beforeā¦ Not very pleasant so probably the hangedā¦ No, definitely the gutter I choose the gutter."
"Iād have to agree with you on that. What made you change your mind?"
"Well if Iām in the gutter at least I know whatā¦
"The tattoo. Iād prefer to have something vulgar permanently etched into my face than be dead," he replied without hesitation.
"Good choice, you'd be lucky if he merely killed you, I trust it wouldn't be too hard for Varic to think up a far worse fate." Merrill said, cringing slightly at the thought
"Oh fenris, I didn't expect to see you here, you never come to the alienage."
"Ah, well Iāve slept in the gutter beforeā¦ Not very pleasant so probably the hangedā¦ No, definitely the gutter I choose the gutter."
"Iād have to agree with you on that. What made you change your mind?"
"Well if Iām in the gutter at least I know what filth Iām laying in, with the hanged man itās always a bit, ah, debatable." Pausing Merrill thinks a moment, "ooh, I've got one! Would you rather steal Bianca while Varric sleeps and lose her, or let Isabella give you a tattoo of her choosing in a highly visible area?"
"Alright Merrillā¦ Would you rather sleep on the floor of the Hanged Man for a week or sleep in a gutter for a night?"
"Ah, well I've slept in the gutter before... Not very pleasant so probably the hanged... No, definitely the gutter I choose the gutter."
