We have a lot down below so you can leave with one of ours. We're always getting more.
[Bull finishes up with the hand then goes to sit his ass down. Taking a fork, he shovels some of the food onto his plate. A lot of the food onto his plate.
[ Fenris commented as he gazed at the bottle in his hand, half tempted to throw it just to prove a point, but decided he did not want to go down to get another. Instead, he lifted it in a sort of 'toast', even though Bull was in the midst of serving himself. ]
I had no need of dates while I was a slave in Tevinter. [ he replied shortly, even though he was not upset. It was just his way of speaking when he brought up his former "home". ]
But I believe I arrived in Kirkwall approximately one year after the fifth blight ended.
[ he took another swallow from his bottle, yet did not serve himself any food yet. ]
Oh. Does that mean... Have you met Varric yet? [He's careful to say Varric instead of 'Hawke' because he's already had experiences with different versions of Hawke here.]
The only one, from Thedas, who I have met here who I have any passing familiarity with was Cullen. I have heard the names of others, none of which I knew.
No. Thank goodness. [Even the idea of Varric here is heartbreaking for many reasons.]
I'd imagine if he did appear he'd adopt all of us as if the timeline being confusing and frustrating doesn't matter.
[Well, maybe not him, per say. Varric always did have an odd relationship with "the Herald."]
I'll try not to share things about the future then. Though, I feel it's fair to tell you that I know a lot about you, despite the fact that we've never met.
[He knows that if someone from his future showed up and knew all about some of the terrible things that happened to him, he'd want to be told. He doesn't want to dwell on the idea though, so he looks Fenris up and down - freely checking him out.]
Bull pointedly starts putting food on both their plates. Not saying a word. Just making sure they both have food as a pointed hint of THEY NEED TO EAT.
Okay maybe he does say one thing as he puts bread on Fenris' plate.]
[ So, Fenris was beginning to get into a very good mood. Bull played with him earlier, now this lovely elf was flirting with him, he had a nice bottle of wine in his hand, but now Bull dared to threaten his sex life? In front of someone he just met?!
He opened his mouth to protest, then quickly shut it as he set the wine bottle down, perhaps a bit too firmly, onto the table. The plates rattled before he picked up the bread and began to tear it into bite sized pieces, casting a look at the qunari as he popped it into his mouth. ]
Yes, well... [ he spoke to Cyril, his voice gone from smooth and friendly to tight and controlled in mere seconds. ] Some may disagree with you.
[Cyril raises a brow at Bull and sets down his own glass carefully so he can start eating.
He had been enjoying how comfortable Fenris had seemed. It had been nice to be around someone from Thedas who didn't make him feel all twisted up inside.]
People disagree with me all of the time. I'm an elf who headed an army. That's extremely disagreeable to morons.
[He just smirks at them both. They're eating and it's fine that one of them is determined to frown about it. Besides, Fenris is actually pretty hot when he's grumpy if he's to be honest.]
[ Fenris had to smirk at that as well, but given that he was feeling surly he decided to hide that expression behind a piece of his food. He was quiet for the next few moments as he focused on shoveling enough into his gut to appease the qunari, then took another long pull of his wine before speaking again. ]
If you raise an army here, you may count me amongst your numbers.
[That surprises Cyril, but in a good way. He smiles warmly.]
Oh good, with you and Bull on my side perhaps I could...
[He trails off though, realizing that saying what actually comes to mind is dangerous. He shouldn't speak of trying to overthrow this world in their home, risking them with his thought process.]
Accomplish great things. [He finishes vaguely instead of saying anything highly controversial.]
No. Not a Dalish name. It comes from before the Dalish. It's a name given to the man that the Dalish believe is the god of trickery. Sometimes he's also called The Dread Wolf.
I don't really think I need to get into all of the myths around him, though I can share if you're curious about Dalish legend. Most of them are false. The Dalish... They believe in a lot of incorrect things.
My point is the truth of him. It turns out he was a liberator of slaves.
[Cyril glances at Bull for a second, curious how he'll take to Cyril talking about Solas in a positive light.]
[Bull doesn't say a word and takes a drink from his bottle. He has a lot of feelings about Solas but he's planned to follow Cyril's path concerning him no matter what.
You don't always have to agree with a leader to follow them. Sometimes you just have to trust even if you don't like it.]
[ Fen'Harel, The Dread Wolf, the liberator of slaves.
Fenris, The Little Wolf, the killer of slavers.
Cyril said he knew of his future, knew much about him when he had no memories to speak of. Slowly, he lowered his fork as he felt a tightness in his throat, his eyes widening slightly. ]
First, I'm telling you that the Dalish are mistaken. I should probably care more about that, but... Eh. [He shrugs. He never believed in the Creators so it hadn't been devasting to discover they were all just very powerful mages. He imagines other Dalish elves would have been hurt by all that he learned.]
And that once upon a time elves enslaved each other. [That one had hurt. HE had wanted to believe his people were more than that, but it turned out they were just like everyone else.] I'm telling you that a man with great power realized it was wrong and fought to liberate them. And that history remembers him as a tricker and manipulator. A predator who brings death and bad luck.
[He winces and reaches out to rub that the remainder of his ruined arm. Sometimes the magic lingering in it flares up and aches, and when he talks about Solas it seems to happen more intensely. Might be a psychological thing more than anything.]
I'm curious, if you were to meet this man, what would you think about him?
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[Cyril replies as Fenris pours him a glass. He does look genuinely pleased with the idea of drinking more of it, even though,]
I bought a bottle last night and then dropped it. It was awful. So much wasted wine.
[That is also how he got the cut on his hand too.]
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[Bull finishes up with the hand then goes to sit his ass down. Taking a fork, he shovels some of the food onto his plate. A lot of the food onto his plate.
Look, there's a ton there and he's huge.]
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[ Fenris commented as he gazed at the bottle in his hand, half tempted to throw it just to prove a point, but decided he did not want to go down to get another. Instead, he lifted it in a sort of 'toast', even though Bull was in the midst of serving himself. ]
To friends, new and old.
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To friends.
[He settles down to enjoy the wine.]
What year is it for you back home? You mentioned that you were before the Breach?
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He's content to listen for now, letting these two get to know each other.
And maybe admiring how they have similarities in some of their looks while being completely different at the same time.]
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But I believe I arrived in Kirkwall approximately one year after the fifth blight ended.
[ he took another swallow from his bottle, yet did not serve himself any food yet. ]
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Oh. Does that mean... Have you met Varric yet? [He's careful to say Varric instead of 'Hawke' because he's already had experiences with different versions of Hawke here.]
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No, I have not. Is he here?
The only one, from Thedas, who I have met here who I have any passing familiarity with was Cullen. I have heard the names of others, none of which I knew.
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I'd imagine if he did appear he'd adopt all of us as if the timeline being confusing and frustrating doesn't matter.
[Well, maybe not him, per say. Varric always did have an odd relationship with "the Herald."]
I'll try not to share things about the future then. Though, I feel it's fair to tell you that I know a lot about you, despite the fact that we've never met.
[He knows that if someone from his future showed up and knew all about some of the terrible things that happened to him, he'd want to be told. He doesn't want to dwell on the idea though, so he looks Fenris up and down - freely checking him out.]
I'm starting to think that's really my loss.
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Bull pointedly starts putting food on both their plates. Not saying a word. Just making sure they both have food as a pointed hint of THEY NEED TO EAT.
Okay maybe he does say one thing as he puts bread on Fenris' plate.]
No food, no pound.
[And then he's back to eating his own.]
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He opened his mouth to protest, then quickly shut it as he set the wine bottle down, perhaps a bit too firmly, onto the table. The plates rattled before he picked up the bread and began to tear it into bite sized pieces, casting a look at the qunari as he popped it into his mouth. ]
Yes, well... [ he spoke to Cyril, his voice gone from smooth and friendly to tight and controlled in mere seconds. ] Some may disagree with you.
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He had been enjoying how comfortable Fenris had seemed. It had been nice to be around someone from Thedas who didn't make him feel all twisted up inside.]
People disagree with me all of the time. I'm an elf who headed an army. That's extremely disagreeable to morons.
Who cares what they think?
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If you raise an army here, you may count me amongst your numbers.
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Oh good, with you and Bull on my side perhaps I could...
[He trails off though, realizing that saying what actually comes to mind is dangerous. He shouldn't speak of trying to overthrow this world in their home, risking them with his thought process.]
Accomplish great things. [He finishes vaguely instead of saying anything highly controversial.]
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[Bull takes a swig of wine then leans back in his seat, having finished eating. Picking a piece of meat from his teeth, he sucks it off his finger.]
No need to protect us. This is a space where people can say what they want.
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[ He said firmly, in agreement with Bull's statement. His low voice close to a growl as he spoke. ]
I have never made my intentions secret.
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Did Bull tell you about Fen'Harel, Fenris?
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[It just hasn't come up in his "adventure" sharing honestly.]
He's still learning a lot about stuff we've done.
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[ He thought about that name for a moment, his finger tapping thoughtfully against the side of his bottle. ]
That is a Dalish name?
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I don't really think I need to get into all of the myths around him, though I can share if you're curious about Dalish legend. Most of them are false. The Dalish... They believe in a lot of incorrect things.
My point is the truth of him. It turns out he was a liberator of slaves.
[Cyril glances at Bull for a second, curious how he'll take to Cyril talking about Solas in a positive light.]
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You don't always have to agree with a leader to follow them. Sometimes you just have to trust even if you don't like it.]
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Fenris, The Little Wolf, the killer of slavers.
Cyril said he knew of his future, knew much about him when he had no memories to speak of. Slowly, he lowered his fork as he felt a tightness in his throat, his eyes widening slightly. ]
What are you trying to tell me?
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First, I'm telling you that the Dalish are mistaken. I should probably care more about that, but... Eh. [He shrugs. He never believed in the Creators so it hadn't been devasting to discover they were all just very powerful mages. He imagines other Dalish elves would have been hurt by all that he learned.]
And that once upon a time elves enslaved each other. [That one had hurt. HE had wanted to believe his people were more than that, but it turned out they were just like everyone else.] I'm telling you that a man with great power realized it was wrong and fought to liberate them. And that history remembers him as a tricker and manipulator. A predator who brings death and bad luck.
[He winces and reaches out to rub that the remainder of his ruined arm. Sometimes the magic lingering in it flares up and aches, and when he talks about Solas it seems to happen more intensely. Might be a psychological thing more than anything.]
I'm curious, if you were to meet this man, what would you think about him?
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