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gurabad2020-04-27 03:37 pm
haillenarte) wrote in gurabad2020-04-27 03:37 pm
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080 » never heard carrickfergus ever sang so sweet
[the man calls himself a dwarf, but he looks more like some sort of misshapen, knobble-kneed hyur to francel's eyes than a lalafell. the young lord knows better than to try pinning the rules of his world to someone who claims to come from another, however. besides — hyur-lalafell hybrids. they don't bear thinking about. if a dwarf is what varric claims to be, then a dwarf he so shall be.
regardless, francel isn't about to dismiss someone who has been so useful over such petty concerns as class, or creed, or race. ever since he wandered into skyfire locks through a strange green rift he called the fade, varric has sought to help, in the best of ways, and not without a great deal of complaining. it isn't purely selfless: he seeks a referral to the city proper, and wishes to be introduced to the most skilled mages the vault has to offer, that they might research some way to get him through the seam between worlds back to his own.
francel has other ideas. he knows his city; he knows his people. he does not think that they will be of help.]
regardless, francel isn't about to dismiss someone who has been so useful over such petty concerns as class, or creed, or race. ever since he wandered into skyfire locks through a strange green rift he called the fade, varric has sought to help, in the best of ways, and not without a great deal of complaining. it isn't purely selfless: he seeks a referral to the city proper, and wishes to be introduced to the most skilled mages the vault has to offer, that they might research some way to get him through the seam between worlds back to his own.
francel has other ideas. he knows his city; he knows his people. he does not think that they will be of help.]
no subject
[some people would do exactly that. varric heaves a tired sigh, not because he is ill-equipped to help francel with this, but because he himself has never had appropriate answers. how to mourn? how to remember? he's only ever known how to brush everything aside and focus on the now.]
It'll be all right, Lilies. You'll...
[you'll what? find someone else? no one could ever convince varric of that about bianca.]
...It'll be all right.
no subject
[what else is there to say? francel closes his eyes and thinks of silver hair. of blue eyes. of the past he cannot change, and the morrow where he has nothing to look forward to, not any more.
but still, he must persevere. that is the way of things in ishgard.]
I'm sure I will be, someday soon.