sending crystal;

[inagutterson]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Yngvi
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Dwarf stuff
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Kirkwall; lurking about some dark corner
NOTES: possible tw for questionable child-rearing and discussions of violence

Right, gotta ask since it's been nigglin' me like a loose tooth for a bit now Inquisition, what d'you all know about dwarves? Rifters you don't get a free pass unless you fell out the skies yesterday, s'not like we're a rare sight but, y'know, 'specially since we've been here a while now and-- [there's a little edge to his voice, he coughs to clear that, can't sound like he gives a shit, just the damp and the smoke lingering yeah?] you've been with lots of dwarves. Lot of my family even!

Might get invited to Sunday dinner if you play your cards right but word to the wise, maybe don't? Politely decline. But not too polite yeah? [Don't know what you'll be served on a Darktown dinner table do you now?]

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[inagutterson]

Funny? It's hysterical. Why isn't it? Oh...should I have charged admission? Stupid, stupid of me but-- but no one's expecting great wit out of most of us, that's just the Paragons and the great Varric Tethras.

[There are things Yngvi's tried really hard to keep in.

But there are missing elves just now that he's more than a little worried about because someone should be worried when they know Kirkwall and what you trip over, when you know all the things that happen to people that go missing, and that really no one is going to find them at all now are they because there aren't heroes who swoop in saving the day for them, no there definitely aren't. Same way there aren't if you're meant to have a brand on your face or you grow up in the dark and people don't get that--

And why does he care? He never cared before. He really fucking misses that right about now.]

[aforethought]

[ who cares —

questions best not asked, because then you get answers. because then you get to asking other questions, ones like, why are you bothering at all? not like some shit navigation's bound them together for life. not like it's ever done her any bit of good, sticking her nose in someone else's mess.

who cares? she shouldn't. ]

Yeah, you're real certain defying them here.

[ maybe it's this: there's all sorts of types of low, but at the end of the day, knowing that doesn't make your own spot look any higher. she's not about to shed a tear for some souse's wounds sprouted roots. not when the way she sees it, they're standing in the same soil — and his overgrown without the watering.

(maybe it's that melys isn't an ideal sounding ground for the complexities of race relations) ]

[inagutterson]

Could've just left me and we wouldn't be having this chat now y'know.

[Yngvi could've wandered off and well it's Kirkwall so any number of things could happen to him that the Inquisition wouldn't have to investigate because he's not the sort of person you bother investigating if his face goes missing.

One dwarf with a penchant for lives and trouble stops showing up, no real loss. Gone off back to the Boneflayers again, fallen into the waters, stray demon, deal gone wrong, decided he wanted to go back to the Carta again; possibilities people might not even think of come to it.]

[aforethought]

Wouldn't that be a crying shame,

[ for all these hearts bleeding on his behalf. must have offers to soak his head with half the speakers on this thing. doesn't need another. ]

I don't fancy dinner with your kin none neither.

[ she's played the role of tall and conveniently human often enough to be wary of it now. convenient's a far cry from valuable, when the chips come down, when you can't duck low enough.

(she'd have pegged the carta's local errand boy for someone with with their shit a little more together, but that just goes to show, doesn't it.) ]

[inagutterson]

All of my fathers'd like you.

[That's one of the most horrible things to come out of his mouth for how level he makes it, a twist to his expression no one needs to see but this is what a certain sort of people look for in their children and were doubtless hoping to get when he finally came walking back into their lives.

Casteless ones might not, but he can name one dwarf in particular who'd give her a good seat.]

[aforethought]

[ fuck off — ]

Shame I’m done with family.

[ she doesn’t know what this all means to him, but she knows enough about carta to know it doesn’t matter. family smothers. too much attention, too much heat. a pillow over the face, pressed down hard.

everyone gets tired of the in-laws. ]

That what this is? Disappointing da?

[inagutterson]

[Luckily for everyone involved in this shambolic performance of Yngvi Asks a Question and decides to fall off the stage and bleed everywhere, someone who cares has intervened and it's all gone silent.]

[aforethought]

[ maybe he died

maybe there are free nugs ]