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

[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. )