howtoactfereldan: (the one who repents)
Cullen ([personal profile] howtoactfereldan) wrote2016-06-14 11:15 pm

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Since the Starkhaven templars arrived, they -- Cullen and Rylen -- have been working out of the viscount's old offices. Drinking and cards at night, business in the day. And now that Cullen's handed over his share of the operations, he's moved from the seneschal's office to the small, comfortable armchair and end table in the vestibule.

Ci sleeps at his feet. Cullen is going through the bookkeeping, one last time. Rylen and Merial know what they're doing, but the very least he can do is make sure the ledgers reconcile with each other and with the reports that have gone to the Spire for the last five years.

He might have forgotten to eat lunch? Whatever, numbers are great. And since he's in what he's now thinking of as his civilian uniform -- the armor he'd got from Wade and Herren in Amaranthine, with Ysalwen -- anybody looking for a templar just passes right over him. Cullen would be lying if he said he didn't find some satisfaction in that.
seeking_truth: (straightforward soldier)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-15 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"It is this way."

Cassandra nods to one of the city guard as she strides into the viscount's keep.

"Either that or the practice yard, but this seems more likely."
freedom_is_grey: (Cloak from behind)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-15 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"He does love his spreadsheets."

The voice is Fereldan, and a little deeper than one might expect of someone her size -- mage or no.

The mabari at her side barks joyously. Twice.

Cullen, hello, hi! We found you!
seeking_truth: (seeker of truth)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-15 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I see no reason why she cannot," Cassandra counters. "It was not that difficult a journey, and there was nothing to prevent it."

She seems pleased with something.

"And yes. It was." A hint of dry humor enters her tone. "Leliana has been encouraging me to practice social graces, after all."
freedom_is_grey: (white hair)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-15 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"She's improving by leaps and bounds," Ysalwen agrees, mouth quirking at one corner, if just for a second.

Then, very seriously --

"Cassandra invited me to see this Inquisition of yours, and I accepted. It's a visit, that's all."

And again that faint, flickering smile is back.

"I wanted to see where you and Leliana worked. Even if it's not at all the same."
Edited 2016-06-15 03:45 (UTC)
freedom_is_grey: (spirit of command)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-15 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure."

Something in her tone shifts, very slightly, and Liranan pulls himself away from Ci and turns into a mabari that is all business.

"Liranan would have ripped her throat out before she finished smiting me. We've been practicing."
seeking_truth: (suffering fools impatiently)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-15 03:54 am (UTC)(link)

"Maker's breath."

Now Cassandra is scowling at them both.

"Think you so little of me? You --" to Ysalwen "-- I understand, but --"

She makes a disgusted sound and crosses her arms over her chest, visibly annoyed.

(And if there's any hurt to be found there as well, she keeps that buried as deep as she can.)
seeking_truth: (listening with limited patience)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-15 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
She meets his gaze with a white-hot glare.

"Yes. I did know. And I did not have you marched anywhere -- but this is pointless to argue here, now."

Cassandra is fuming, but still in control of herself.

"Thank you for your compliment. Shall I leave you two, then?"
freedom_is_grey: (mmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-15 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, for the love of --

"Enough, please."

Ysalwen's voice is level, and just loud enough to be heard. Liranan pads to her side, resting his head just where her hand can reach it. It helps.

"I don't actually mean to cause discord wherever I go, you know. It just seems to happen. So if -- "
seeking_truth: (straightforward soldier)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-17 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
She takes a moment to pull a treat for Ci from the pouch at her belt, before anything else.

"You are a clever one, aren't you?"

(That's to the mabari.)

But then, Cassandra huffs out a sharp breath, and jerks her head in a nod.

"I understand. Considering... everything. And you would not be you, if you were not thinking around corners in advance of trouble."

To Ysalwen, then, she adds,

"Welcome to Kirkwall. Again."
freedom_is_grey: (Brightly burning)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-17 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Liranan makes a whining sound. He is clever, too!

Ysalwen, meanwhile, takes a breath and consciously relaxes.

"Thank you, Cullen."

Her smile is quick and crooked.

"And I thank you, too, Cassandra, for the welcome and for inviting me here at all."

She passes a quick look from one to the other, then --

"Is there anything I might help with? While I'm visiting, I mean. Since -- I'm likely not anywhere close to here at the moment. Given, well. Dalish."
seeking_truth: (considering)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-24 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course they do."

It's mild, however, and she offers the remark as she gets out another treat for Liranan.

"Yes, you're a good mabari."

Her gaze narrows slightly as she considers Ysalwen and Cullen.

"I would not want to impose..."
freedom_is_grey: (pursed lips from the side)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-24 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ysalwen huffs out a breath.

"Please let's not get into a war of politeness. I'm going to lose, and it will be embarrassing and awkward for everyone."

She flashes a smile, quick and crooked.

"If there's something I can help with, honestly, I'd be glad to. I'm a little -- hmm -- unable to help with Kirkwall at home, much, and it -- grates."

Though --

"The other option might be lightening the hearts of your troops via playing with mabari in public, which. Well."
seeking_truth: (straightforward soldier)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-24 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Well. Yes."

She has never been spectacularly good at dissembling.

"Two things. One is - it is because of something that you said," she tells Ysalwen. "About setting an example."

"The other is something that I learned in ... talking," Cassandra settles on, realizing that she does not know if the other woman has any sort of connection to Varric Tethras in the world she is from. "To someone who knows this city well. There is a place, in Darktown. Or under it. And there is something wrong there."
freedom_is_grey: (O rly)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-24 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Ysalwen's eyebrows head toward her hairline.

"Other than the usual disease and despair? Is it a weak point in the Fade? Because I can tell you I don't feel any darkspawn anywhere nearby."
seeking_truth: (seeker of truth)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-24 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"No. It is something different, I think."

Her glance goes to Cullen.

"It feels wrong, from what I am told."

And there are certain types of sensitivities that not everyone has, after all.
freedom_is_grey: (spirit of command)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-24 03:27 am (UTC)(link)

"Well. What are we standing around here for? Tell me more about it on the way."


"If you please."
seeking_truth: (as gentle as it gets)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-24 03:34 am (UTC)(link)

The sound Cassandra makes is suspiciously amused.
freedom_is_grey: (bright sideways look)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-24 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ysalwen tsks.

"Nathaniel would never have been caught so unprepared."

Then she coughs.

"Wait, no, I take it back. He definitely would."
seeking_truth: (Default)

[personal profile] seeking_truth 2016-06-24 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Cassandra gives Ysalwen a curious look.

"Dare I ask?"
freedom_is_grey: (eyebrow mmhmm)

[personal profile] freedom_is_grey 2016-06-24 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"He's my second. One of the Howes."

Ysalwen's mouth twitches.

"He came to Amaranthine to murder me and -- stayed as a Warden and my second. His choice in facial hair is a bit -- um. Suspect."

That's the first thing.

"Cullen's second least favorite thing about him is his early behavior in the training yard . . . . "

She can go on, and will. A ten minute diatribe reflecting Cullen's opinions is easy.
Edited 2016-06-24 03:55 (UTC)