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bakerstreet2016-04-19 08:51 am
memeboogeyman) wrote in bakerstreet2016-04-19 08:51 am
ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ.
 Of all the places in this world, there's nowhere worse you could be than where you are now. You're in hell - metaphorically or literally - and laying down and just dying seems more and more like the valid action to take. But you can't go any lower and death could be a no escape. There's only one thing keeping you from being a jaded, broken husk: you've fallen in love with someone who shares this fate. It's a love so different than the norm, that only those who've known this desolation can fathom. Perhaps they give you hope, they're an innocent worth keeping safe, they showed you unexpected kindness, or they're simply something to cling to. No matter what, you'll protect them and you wouldn't dream of leaving this place without them. They will leave, though... ...even if you don't. ☣ ＣＯＭＭＥＮＴ． ＩＮＦＯ． ＰＲＥＦＥＲＥＮＣＥＳ． ☣ ＲＥＰＬＹ ＴＯ ＯＴＨＥＲＳ． ☣ ＴＨＲＥＡＤ. ＣＡＰＴＵＲＥＤ → For a crime you committed or not, you're in a prison. |
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Desserts were no fun to explore while weighed down with heavy armor, a sword and a shield. Beyond the general discomfort from the heat and sand came the vicious creatures that roamed the wastes, the many rifts that needed sealing, and the camps of Venatori and Red Templars scattered about like vermin in an abandoned manor. The place was exhausting, with true relief only granted at night when they set up camp.
One evening, however, he and Dorian were up around the campfire a bit later than their other companions. That meant they were able to come up with what would turn out to be an extremely short-sighted plan without other parties present to let them know their idea wasn't a particularly wise one.
They had found a note earlier discussing a small Venatori camp tucked away in a cave, one that was meant to have only a few guards and hold quite a bit of valuable intelligence. But since this cave was in the opposite direction of their main quest, it seemed a waste to force everyone to go there... so the two decided they would sneak away from camp and go themselves that evening. It wouldn't take long, surely.
Unfortunately, the note had either been purposefully misleading or was referring to a different location. Laurence had plenty of time to consider and curse either option while sitting in a cell behind a set of solid bars with his armor and weapons confiscated, ankles tied together and hands bound tightly behind his back at the wrists. He'd spent a good deal of time struggling to free himself while Dorian was dragged off to Maker knew where, likely for questioning by the other Tevinters. When his efforts are failed spectacularly, there was little to do but wait and hope that Dorian was all right.
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No. He couldn't do that. Not to his own family. He wouldn't involve them in a coup that was really something that they all should have expected. As a closed fist was swung into his defiantly closed mouth, Dorian refused to acknowledge these people as his own countrymen. They were using poison and demons to try and grind down the rest of Thedas under their rule. That was not something he would deign to be associated with. His patience was already thin enough when it came to the blood mages that didn't see any reason to keep such disgusting forbidden practices to themselves.
They left him to bleed after hours of torment. He couldn't fight his way out, not surrounded by the Red Templars. They were much more brutal that they had once been, as trained by the Chantry. He would surely be tortured nearly to death if he tried so much as a simple fire spell to try and illuminate the area and see where he was.
By the time he was returned to the cell a few feet away from Laurence's, one of his eyes had swollen shut, and he was nearly vibrating with energy that he dared not release. Not just yet.
So he laid on his back on the floor of his cell, focusing on his breathing to try and keep it from making his chest hurt quite so much. He could heal himself, if he were left alone, surely.
"So, I think this might be a good argument against future acts of daring-do while we're here," he coughed after several long moments.
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If so, the strategy was working. His thoughts had already wandered to whether or not they were in the process of contacting Corypheus.
He was just about to start shouting for answers, consequences be damned, when a few guards brought Dorian back into the room and shoved him into a nearby cell. That sarcastic comment did not warrant a response. Instead, Laurence's attention was drawn to the injuries visible on Dorian's face, eyes widening in alarm when he heard that cough. He might have been beaten very badly, difficult as it was to see in the dimly lit jail.
"Are you all right? What did they do to you? What did they want?" He shuffled closer to the edge of the cell, trying to get a better look.
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He groaned and licked his lip, grimacing at the taste of copper. It was split, surely but that was easily mended. He looked toward the exit of the alcove, then primed a healing spell between his palms. He had to be careful; they would feel it if he upped the intensity enough to be done with it as he normally would.
"But you, amatus...they don't seem incredibly concerned when it comes to you personally. The target is your network. Their leader is intelligent, knows how to read troop movements." He gasped quietly as he turned to let his back rest against the bars, head falling forward. "We both know better. I trust we'll find our way out, and liquify every last one of them. Which, honestly, would be a mercy."
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None of those times involved being locked up, beaten, and stripped of their gear. Laurence regretted never discussing with his advisers what to do if something like this were to ever happen.
"We will stop them," he agreed, frowning as he watched Dorian attempt to subtly heal himself. It pained him to see the one he loved bleeding and battered. Certainly everyone took hits on the battlefield, but this was different. And speaking of love, "You shouldn't call me that here. The closer they believe us to be, the more they can take advantage of our bond."
Especially with Laurence's dreadful poker face, he would hate to be questioned by someone who would know if he was lying.
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But he could hear Laurence's concern. If their cages had been closer together, he might have reached out to him. He understood the other's caution though.
"You're right, of course. They would exploit our attachment, perhaps make a good case of killing one of us for just that reason. I'd call them animals, but that would be insulting to the fennec population here." He groaned again as he hauled himself upright, searching around the cage for something. Focus. He needed a focus. It would help him figure a way out of here that much more quickly.
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He could only pray to the Maker that the darkspawn was far enough away from the Hissing Wastes that it would take awhile to receive word and arrive, even with his demonic dragon. Otherwise it wouldn't matter how long they kept silent, news of the Inquisitor's death would undoubtedly cause the group to fracture into all the pieces they'd worked so diligently to put together.
"What about magic? Is there anything you can do?"
Laurence couldn't really imagine what Dorian could accomplish from behind those bars, but he didn't know much at all about magic either. He hoped the mage could think of something, although the sounds of armor rattling and boots against stone coming nearer down the hallway was a cause for further concern.
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When they appeared, Dorian had settled back down, his hands in his lap, head down so that they couldn't see that the bruising on his face had faded. Their guards glared at them with bloodshot eyes, the veins in their faces nearly glowing with ugly pulsing red. Once again Dorian was struck by how they moved. as if pained but also drugged. Killing them was looking more and more like a mercy all the time.
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The feeling of necessity grew exponentially when one of soldiers rasped out that their master, Corypheus, would be here soon enough to end all of this. A few of them laughed as they turned to leave, the sound haunting as it echoed across the hallway. Dear Andraste, what did soon mean?
"So... any chance you could burn through my bindings with fire?" The thought was hardly pleasant and would undoubtedly leave him with burns, but if he could get free then maybe, just maybe, he could either bash open the cage door or help Dorian in some other fashion.
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The bar in front of him began to heat up in kind when he focused on it, glowing dully. "Keep an eye on the door, would you? This will take some concentration."
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"Won't they notice what you're doing?"
But Dorian had already begun, so Laurence kept a sharp eye on the door and made sure to listen for any approaching footsteps. If they hurried... they would, of course, still need to locate their missing equipment. Hopefully that was stored nearby.
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Noises from outside the door made him aware that he was out of time, but before a Templar could force his way in and start shouting threads, Dorian had kicked out the section of bar between where it glowed red hot, caught the bar before it could hit the ground, then spun on the spot to bring the hottest part of his newly improvised weapon across the side of his would-be assailant's head. He spun and fell, and that gave Dorian a moment to search him for keys, or anything else that might be of use.
More were coming. There was no way someone hadn't heard the noise. He moved quickly, making his way back to Laurence's cell and starting to melt part of the bars just the same. There were mild blisters forming on his hands as he did so, but they could be seen to once they were out of danger.
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