CRYSTAL | maybe you should wait.

[poleaxed]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Jone
RECIPIENT: Y'all
NOTES: Comments may be spicy.

Is anybody dreaming of getting back topside? Know I am. Blimey, a sweaty fucking pit, is Orzammar.

We've a tennis court. That's jeu de paume for the rest of you. [Her Orlesian is surprisingly not terrible.] It ought to be finished by the time we're back. I know, I know, you don't like to train in the yard, it hurts your knees or your bloody feelings. That's what the court's for. Let's play a game and get your stamina up, aye?

Noticed we've had some new folk lately, and I wanna say again: I'm Jone, the six-foot-bitch in the training yard with the red hair. I'll train you, and I'll do it right. You ain't for swords, we'll find what you're for. Free fucking service, you only have to make an effort.

Think of it this way: if you work hard enough, get strong enough, one day you'll get to break me nose.

Comments

[elegiaque]

I can't wait to hear all about how you're a thousand years old and know so much more than me and are actually right.

[rowancrowned]

Gwenaëlle. Please. When we return to Kirkwall. ( tight. she can probably catch the panic in it. switching to sindarin, not orlesian. ) Whatever has happened, I will make it right.

sindarin, and also orlesian, guess where:

[elegiaque]

Did you just choose a language I don't know the word for cunt in on purpose, or is that a happy accident?

No, you wanted to talk now. Let's talk now.

is it cunt

[rowancrowned]

Beloved, I am worried for you. I would speak when we are not so far apart. We have not fought in months. Had I know giving up my seat would upset you so, I would have spoken about it more with you.

it's cunt.

[elegiaque]

Don't you—

( 'beloved, me' is probably going to be the rest of that. she bites it off. )

I don't care that you aren't the Provost. The title and the office are not important to me. Whatever this, this—

( she switches to orlesian just for the word she can't place, and miraculously it isn't cunt again, ) retirement is, I am not even slightly interested in indefinitely funding. Thrilled you're in Orzammar. Spectacular. I can hardly breathe for you hovering over me otherwise.

[rowancrowned]

You have never complained about holding my attention before. You were always so fond of it.

( fine, he can absolutely calm this down not in person. )

[elegiaque]

( can he. )

At the expense of everything we are actually working for! When Solas has decided to fuck the rest of us and get his like some kind of dick-swinging Flemeth!

[rowancrowned]

( properly snarling now: )

Precisely because of Solas! Because of suspicions that could be cast our way-

[elegiaque]

( in orlesian, BELLOWED: )

You absolute fucking coward!

[rowancrowned]

( abruptly calm, and in trade. )

Is that what you think the absence of a death wish means?

I will ask Alexandrie to check in on you. You are clearly not yourself.

[elegiaque]

( oh, if he wants to speak trade now: )

We trusted him. We made that mistake.

( between one word and the next, her heartbeat stops,

but she keeps talking. ) We do not get to, you do not get to sit around my grandfather's house and hide from that and you can pack your shit out of it as soon as we get back.

[rowancrowned]

What?

[elegiaque]

Are you deaf in your old age now.

[rowancrowned]

I am making sure I understand what you are asking of me. Of us.

[elegiaque]

Iorveth was right, and I want you to leave.

[rowancrowned]

It does not work like that, Gwenaëlle. I made sure you understood as much long before Nevarra.

[elegiaque]

Well, maybe you should have picked one of those gagging for it Dalish girls and she'd have just stayed pliant forever.

[rowancrowned]

You cannot begin this conversation by speaking of love and ending it by saying it is worthless to you.

I did not want a child. I wanted one who I thought understood the weight of the commitment.

[elegiaque]

( there are a lot of things she wants to say to that — to argue, immediately, that of course it isn't worthless to her,

but she has dug her heels in, and she is not relenting. )

It feels terrible to have made a mistake, doesn't it.

1/2

[rowancrowned]

( disgusted: )

You grew past this sort of behavior years ago.

2/2

[rowancrowned]

( back to dignified placidity: ) If you would rather not have me in our bed, that is your right. I will return to the Gallows.

I will not chase you. You may come to me when you are ready to talk, as married couples do. I will not enable this behavior.

[elegiaque]

( biting off the words, )

You are a patronizing sack of shit.

[rowancrowned]

I know you, to your soul, as you know me. You prove it with every snipe.

[elegiaque]

( that is so infuriatingly difficult to argue with without inherently proving his point.

gwenaëlle leaves his ass on read. )

[wythersake]

[ ugh rude ]