( it could be so many things. this tavern still isn’t serving anything like a good enough drop for this conversation, but apparently they’re having it now as she gazes fiercely down into her glass, her always-squared shoulders dropped, the silk curtain of her hair affording her a modicum of privacy from the average onlooker at the tables further away— )
If I knew more, I don’t know what else I could have done.
( her heart aches for treviso. for lucanis, freed of his prison only to lose so, so much almost immediately— his grandmother, his home, even it seems the confidence of his people. the blight smeared through its streets is a horror show. there will be work to do there, but she doesn’t know yet what it will look like. what it might mean. and yet,
minrathous was the strategic play. tevinter is still ass-deep in this bullshit, as it was ten years ago when the venatori had followed corypheus. when she takes the information she has now and weighs it, cold and calculated, that impulse decision holds. and it hurts worse, somehow, than if she wished she’d done something different.
she very specifically does not think about solas, in this private, personal revelation. )
no subject
( it could be so many things. this tavern still isn’t serving anything like a good enough drop for this conversation, but apparently they’re having it now as she gazes fiercely down into her glass, her always-squared shoulders dropped, the silk curtain of her hair affording her a modicum of privacy from the average onlooker at the tables further away— )
If I knew more, I don’t know what else I could have done.
( her heart aches for treviso. for lucanis, freed of his prison only to lose so, so much almost immediately— his grandmother, his home, even it seems the confidence of his people. the blight smeared through its streets is a horror show. there will be work to do there, but she doesn’t know yet what it will look like. what it might mean. and yet,
minrathous was the strategic play. tevinter is still ass-deep in this bullshit, as it was ten years ago when the venatori had followed corypheus. when she takes the information she has now and weighs it, cold and calculated, that impulse decision holds. and it hurts worse, somehow, than if she wished she’d done something different.
she very specifically does not think about solas, in this private, personal revelation. )