[ OPEN ] Love me, love me, say that you love me

[ombranera]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Alistair & Zevran
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: The boys broadcast a simple thinking game.
WHEN: Before Leliana’s assassination attempt.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Adult Content, Alcohol Consumption, Adult Language, Some Sexual Content, Reader Discretion is Advised

You know, we have a game in Antiva, usually one played over drinks or during long hours while awaiting a merchant or a contact for our business- or occasionally played over a meal. Tonight I mean to play it over drinks- [ There is the tell tale sound of brandy being poured not once, but twice over. ] It is a terribly simple thing at the core. It is a game of choices and defending those choices, one of opinions. The choices are not meant to be easy ones- if they are easy to make and easier to defend? The question pitched was done incorrectly. On occasion the choices themselves are to be nigh impossible to make. It is something to agonized over while the game lasts and set aside easily without consequence once it is done.

The game is this: You are given a list of three names. Three marvelous, gorgeous, impressive people that you hold in high regard or admiration.

Or three people who are all completely awful, [ cuts in Alistair, who is Helping, and whose life coping strategies currently include a quantity of alcohol sufficient to induce good cheer but that can't actually be blamed for any bad decisions. ] Three disgusting, terrible people.

And then? The choice.

Of the three you must choose which you would marry, which you would kill, and which you would bed.

And no one takes it personally, ideally.

All in good fun, yes? And this is why the choice must be difficult. One of them dies, hypothetically, one you may have once and never again, depending upon who it is you choose to wed. Simple.

Now say we were to take...Merrill, Dorian, and Leliana. Alistair- what would you choose?

[ A long pause, and then the wounded tone of a man who did not think this through when he agreed to go along with it: ] I don't want to kill any of them.

That is why the choice is difficult and why it is a game.

Ugh. I'm pretty sure all three of them would kill me first. [ BUT FINE. ] Maybe not Merrill. So maybe I'd kill her, for the sake of self-preservation. And I'd marry Dorian. But I think if I say I'd bed Leliana I'm going to die anyway--whatever. That. No one kill me.

Interesting choice. I myself would marry Leliana as it would matter little to either of us, bed Merrill and, alas, kill Dorian. Or... perhaps I ought to bed Dorian, marry Merrill, and kill Leliana- who would likely manage to fake it somehow and the point would be moot.

[ Cheater is mumbled in the background. ]

You are only sad because you did not think of it yourself. [ Soft and singsong. ]

So now I put it to you, my fellow members of the Inquisition. Make suggestions of trios, comment upon them with your choice, debate the decisions made, or simply sit back and laugh at the foolishness. I know I look forward to any dilemma supplied.

Because you're a cheater.

[ OOC: as well as listing your suggestions in the comment, please put them in the subject line if they’re a top level! Threadjacking is encouraged, have fun. ]

Comments

[byblow]

[ His voice sounds like a person holding their chin in their hands and making heart eyes looks. ]

Call me insufferable again.

[ombranera]

He has this odd compulsion to find rude commentary endearing. His face is all a-glow, Velanna, I shit you not.

[failedfirst]

You are teasing me. No one would tolerate such abuse.

[ombranera]

No, he truly enjoys it. Alistair- [ Zevran nudges him none too gently. ] You are a fool that smells of feet. Why do you smell of feet?

[byblow]

Because you made me take my boots off, [ Alistair says, and he doesn't sound remotely bothered, and he's definitely putting his feet on Zevran. ] Careful now, or I'll fall in love with you instead and leave Velanna at the—do Dalish use altars?

[ombranera]

You were meant to wash your feet!

[failedfirst]

Our ceremonies are different than human ones. But I am exiled so I would not be entitled to a Dalish ceremony.

Not that that matters as we are not getting married.

[byblow]

[ He pauses his attempts at making Zevran squirm to sound distraught. ]

So you're leaving me at the altar.

[failedfirst]

There is no altar, we are not getting married.

[ombranera]

And now he is going to cry. Listen to this poor man's heart breaking.

[failedfirst]

He'll survive.

[byblow]

[ WILL HE?




He will.

But he is sniffling pathetically, mostly so as not to leave Zevran hanging. ]

[failedfirst]

By the Dread Wolf- You think I do not know false tears when I hear them? I have a younger sister.

[byblow]

[ Sniffle, sniffle. ] Maybe they've been real tears all along and you're just not a very good sibling.

[ I'M SORRY HE DOESN'T KNOW ]

[failedfirst]

[there is a long silence on her end. When she speaks it's not with that snippy tone she usually uses, but she's quiet, like she's trying to conceal that she's now upset.]

No, I'm not. I think I'm done with this game.

[byblow]

[ The fake mournfulness doesn't disappear entirely from his tone, but it does fade a bit. ]

Oh, come on.

[failedfirst]

Leave me alone.

[byblow]

Velaaaaaanna. I'm sure you're a wonderful sister.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Alistair.. Stop.

[byblow]

What? I'm-- [ having his crystal taken away, that's what he's doing, goodbye foreverrrr. ]

action

[ombranera]

[ Zevran reaches over and tugs Alistair's sending crystal away. ]

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[byblow]

[ goodbye Inquisition it was nice talking to you all xoxoxoxo ]