I'm certainly not planning on it. [ The Warden huffs, crossing her arms. ] But I also think it would be naive to assume any one of us is without the risk. If the opportunity to slay the archdemon is...you know, just there, then I'm not going to stand 'round and wait for another Warden to take care of it, am I?
[ Not Riordan. Certainly not Alistair. ]
I only mean that...anything could happen tomorrow. [ Something small flutters suddenly in the pit of her stomach. ] Best to be prepared.
[ Grim though it may be.
Robyn goes quiet again, turning her hands over in her lap. ]
...Maker. [ There's a heavy sigh before she looks over at him, guilt clear in her face. ] Alistair, I've got to tell you-... Something happened. Morrigan's gone. Not-...dead, or anything, but...she left. Because of me.
Of course... [He replies quickly, even if he isn't happy about it. Alistair, too, is not going to let the perfect chance go to waste because he's afraid of death. It would put too many lives at stake.]
I would do the same. So then. I suppose, depending on who strikes that final, lucky blow, well, yes, of course. I'll watch after him.
[He pats affectionately at the mabari's back, scratching at him a bit when Robyn continues to speak. Her tone has changed, and it causes him to focus again on her.
He'd never trusted Morrigan, so it comes at no surprise to him that she's gone, and his eyes all but roll back into his head for good as Robyn tells him she's left. Of course she left... probably set them up for failure on purpose, that one. Never can trust a witch... Alistair scoffs.]
Hardly because of you, I'm sure. Maker's breath, what happened? Did she turn into a bat and fly away??
Er. [ The Warden flushes in increasingly-deeper shades, clearly more than a little uncomfortable with the situation. "Hardly because of me?" It could be entirely because of me. ] She...
[ Maker. With the event itself still incredibly fresh in her mind, but the opportunity now long gone, it's nearly impossible to get the words out to someone who was, in theory, so - ah, intimately involved in the situation... ]
She... [ Robyn begins again, curling her fingers into the material of her sleeve and then releasing it again ] ...Claimed that she had a way to avoid the need for any Warden sacrifice in defeating the archdemon. She said that...I should convince a male Warden - you - to carry out a ritual.
[ Not for the first time this evening, she wonders if she might have agreed, were she able to carry it out herself. If she were able. But, then...no. The whole issue had been the question of the ritual's greater, unknown consequences, and not its being a burden on another. ]
Morrigan said that she could prevent the sacrifice if you had a child with her.
[ Speaking it is like drawing the poison from a wound, though the wound is still left fresh and raw in its wake. ]
[Alistair's eyebrows pop up and he smiles, then laughs,
heartily laughs, like it's the funniest thing he's heard in his
life.]
She wanted you to convince me to have a child with her?
That's hilarious, maker--- really, hilarious. You see, that's why I
like you-- you're funny. You're... [His voice trails off
noticing that Robyn hasn't been laughing with him and reality sinks
in.]
You're not joking...
[Cue stammering, Alistair can't seem to grasp the situation, what
sort of ritual would that even be? How would having a child with her
save anyone?]
What sort of ritual is that?! How does she--- no, no.. it doesn't
matter. So you told her no? And she left angry? No wonder she looked
at me the way she did when I saw her... icy even for her.
I'm not sure what sort of ritual it is. That's why I told her I wouldn't ask.
[ His reaction...does reassure her, somehow. That she hadn't been mad in denying their mage an incredibly vague ritual to an unknown end. ]
I didn't mean to deny you your choice - Maker knows, it's got more to do with you than it does me - but I-...it didn't feel right. There were too many questions...
[ Surely it would be related to blood magic of some kind? How else could that save them from the archdemon? ]
So, ah...whoever does strike down the archdemon tomorrow has me to blame, I suppose. [ Robyn adds lightly, tucking an errant braid behind her ear. No, she doesn't really regret the decision, but that doesn't make it less of a complicated thing. ]
Please-- no, I think if anything you've done me a favor.
[There's a sort of... sigh of relief there.]
Thank you. Even if I do take the last blow. We don't know what other sort of consequences that may have had.
[Although, now he has a rather painful image in his head of... Ugh, no. Why is he thinking about this? Alistair visibly winces, and when he speaks again, his voice is rather timid.]
I was thinking the same... [ What sort of child might it be, if it were human at all? If Morrigan had been willing to explain more of the details...but, the mage had been mysterious from the start. It wasn't her way to stop to walk through each and every thing, to answer questions tirelessly. The Warden laments Morrigan's departure, certainly mourns the death - deaths - that will come tomorrow, but feels the knot in her stomach loosen slightly.
Alistair's comment...somehow, despite everything else, brings rosy spots high in her cheeks. ]
...It wouldn't be - er. Ideal, I imagine. For...the first.
[ To sleep with someone for the very first time in a questionable ritual with someone you've a distaste for? It sounds close to an absolute nightmare. ]
- I've not either, so. I can only guess at what that would be like.
[ They've never discussed This before, but...why not now? One or both of them may die tomorrow, and your potential last night alive seems as good a time as any to speak of intimacy with your fellow man, doesn't it? ]
[Alistair feels like he can't look Robyn in the eye after that comment, but considering the rapor they've built between one another, it's easy for him to not be embarrassed. There's no one in the world left alive that knows him better, he thinks.
He's still idly scratching at the Mabari as she speaks. About a million and ten sharp-tongued responses spark in his head, but they all feel inappropriate. He bites idly at his lower lip for a moment, trying with all of his might to for once in his life think before he speaks.]
Don't want to guess. Not with her-- [He waves it off.]
Look, I know as a man I'm expected to lunge at the chance for such a thing but, well, the opportunity never really presented itself and, well, I'd much rather enjoy the first and very likely last time I'm involved in the act.
[ This isn't the first time they've had somewhat bashful conversations, but it's certainly the first so directly about this, and it's...also a change in tone. The pair of Wardens both still have a respectful level of delicacy to their words, but they both know, too, that this may be their last night alive. The embarrassment is tempered greatly by that somber knowledge. ]
Don't think on it anymore. [ She offers bluntly, amending further: ] About - all that. With Morrigan. She's left now, so there's no use worrying on it anymore...
[ Is she trying to convince herself? Yes. Most definitely. ]
"Supposed to" is rubbish, Alistair. You should do what you like. [ Robyn tilts her head slightly, allowing a bit of a smile to peek through. ] You know, within reason.
[ The Warden certainly hadn't considered that she might be killed without having ever been intimate with someone, but she certainly is now that they're talking about it. It's...a complicated feeling, like everything else surrounding them these days. ]
I think with something like that, you...know. If it's the right thing, and the right time. Again, I've got nothing to base that on, but I do believe it all the same.
[Alistair laughed, but his cheeks were still very flushed pink. What he'd like? He very much didn't know. He rarely got to do things he liked, was used to people making decisions for him. Even though Robyn very much encouraged him to be more decisive, he often felt more comfortable following her lead. The thought that he may have had to lead a nation if things had went differently made him sick.]
I'd like it to be with someone I trust. Someone I care for. I don't know. It's a moot point now, I suppose.
[He felt childish talking about it, which was ironic because a well adjusted adult should have no issue discussing sex. It's just another thing about being human... well, being anything. Life. But there was still a childlike embarrassment factor to it, and a lot of it, he assumed, was because he was talking to a beautiful woman... who he trusted, and cared for. Oh, maker.]
[ All at once, the Warden is aware of how they'd transitioned somehow from a morbid discussion of the inevitably of their deaths to...this, and clears her throat. ]
I - yes, it's...right. [ Maker, how did they arrive here? There's an incredibly confusing blend of the initial sadness and...something else swirling around in the pit of her stomach. Desperation, maybe, prompted by the whole conversation. And...other things, too, more unexpected. And new. ]
Forget all of that. I'm sorry to have - complicated what should be a night of...I don't know, sitting around and telling stories, or doing nothing at all. Something simple, and easy...
[ Trying to drive home further the notion that everything is Fine, she reaches out and takes his hand, squeezing it tight and looking determinedly at the other Warden. ]
I only ever brought up all of that - with Morrigan - because I care about you, Alistair. Enough that I wanted to make sure I'd made a choice that...didn't cross the line. That I didn't chance that I might drive you away the way I did her.
[The pink on his cheeks somehow managed to travel back to his ears, burning hot as Robyn takes his hand. He squeezes it back, shaking his head ever so slightly as if in disbelief. Did he really have to have feelings like this, the night before what may be the most important battle of his life? The one that might end it? And worse, may end Robyn's, leaving Alistair alone... making the loss of a loved one during battle an unfortunate trend in his life. ]
I know-- I... care about you too. And I am thankful. You won't get rid of me so easily... although I suppose you could soak me in lye with the rest of your linens.
[ That makes her laugh, and she gives his hand a last, affirming squeeze before withdrawing, scratching again at Calen's head. ]
You're - mm. Extraordinary. [ She says, eyes bright, looking...almost disbelieving. Then, something seems to occur to her, and the Warden gets to her feet. ]
Hang on - I've got an idea. I'll be right back. [ She holds out a hand to the mabari to indicate that he should stay behind before disappearing back down the tower's steps.
Within five to ten minutes, Robyn appears again, hands full: one holds a tankard (some of its contents sloshing somewhat as she approaches) and the other clutches a wine skin. ]
From some of our friends. [ She explains, now grinning. ] Oghren provided the ale, of course, saying nothing of what it is, but warned me that it's "a powerful one." He's also filled it...too much. [ It. Does not smell great, either. ] And the wine is a gift from Zevran, who said he'd be happy to "graciously" share with us the best red he's found in Denerim, though he also mentioned that wasn't saying much, "considering the state of Ferelden wine." [ She finishes in her best impression of his accent, laughing a little again. ]
Would you like some of either? [ The Warden offers finally, shrugging. ]
Well that's a first. [As she stands to leave, Alistair pats the Mabari on the back, giving him a caring look.] Right. We'll be right here, swapping war stories... or whatever manly thing is expected of us the night before a battle.
[Of course, Robyn will return to him still talking to the dog, but mostly telling him he's a very good boy and very clever. As she comes closer, he sits up, grinning at her bounty.]
Ah! Well. I suppose I should be the voice of reason, here, but when have I ever been known to do that? Hand one over. [He reaches for the ale, and once it's close enough for him to smell he regrets his choice immediately.]
I hope you've been a good influence on him while I've been away. [ She chuckles, scritching Calen's head again after Alistair accepts the ale. ] Because some of the others have also been talking to him, and I'm worried what sort of influence it will have on his impressionable mind.
[ The dog pants a bit, then rolls over on his side. ]
I think it's reasonable to have a tiny bit of indulgence the night before...something like this, don't you? [ Robyn takes a sip, then, pleased that Zevran had in fact given them a decent wine (or so she assumes, not exactly being a connoisseur of the stuff. ] Mm. You know, I think you've left me with the better stuff, here.
[ Perhaps not as potent as whatever sludge Oghren provided, but it's at least palatable. ]
Of course I have! [Hesitating for a moment, he takes a taste of the ale in front of him, and nearly gags, wincing as he tries to hold it down. It really is awful.]
Yes, of course. Ah-- you know... I've only had Dwarven ale once, and I was certain it was given to me as a joke. Are we sure this isn't an Oghren prank?
[Coughing, he clears his throat and attempts another sip, swallowing it down quickly so that he won't have to taste it, but it burns all the same.]
No, I'm not sure of that at all. But if he is pranking us, then we will find time for appropriate revenge.
[ Meanwhile, the wine is fruity and sweet and it brings blooms of pink to her cheeks before long. ]
You don't have to drink it, you know. [ She points out, giggling at the face he makes when he imbibes. ] I'd happily share the wine with you, if you'd prefer. ...To be honest, now I'm curious about just how "dangerous" that sludge he gave us actually is.
[He replies with a brief coughing laugh, holding the mug to
her.] Oh, try it, please. I don't want to be the only
one with an acid-burned hole in my stomach while I'm trying to sleep
tonight.
[A real laugh this time. Two gulps of it and it's already got him
feeling a bit lightheaded. How Oghren's kind drinks this stuff by the
gallon is beyond him. Stomachs of steel, he assumes.]
Excellent. Let's just let Oghren trick us into a slow and painful death up here rather than face the archdemon tomorrow.
[ With a grim expression she exchanges the mug for the wineskin, bracing herself before taking a gulp...and almost immediately gagging. ]
Maker, how can anyone...drink this? [ Robyn laughs now, full and delighted, though she's wincing. ] It's almost definitely just poison; I'm sure of it.
[Alistair is chuckling before she even takes a drink- he knows it's
coming. Had Robyn drank it without gagging, he might have been too
shocked to respond. As she rejects it, he grins and takes a taste of the
wine. It's quite good, comparatively.]
You're stuck with it now! [He exclaims, joking of course.]
You can't expect me to take that back after tasting this?
I will fight you for it. [ She insists with deadly seriousness (and, with what they both now know of the stuff's potency, she may actually try). ] You're over there with...comparatively, the drink of royalty, and I've got muddy cave water from the depths of the Deep Roads. If anything, we're splitting them both.
[ If they die of some kind of poisoning, then they'll have to do it together. ]
[Either Robyn has selected the most subtle nod to his own lineage or
she missed the opportunity for the perfect joke. Alistair would have been
furious if he was clever enough to catch it. Instead, he's laughing
still, holding the wine out of her reach, but not after taking a
mockingly large gulp of it.]
Oh, but I am scared. If anyone can pin me down, I'm certain it's you.
[ Maybe a little of Column A, a little of Column B? ]
Don't make me prove that I can. [ She laughs again, mischievous expression blooming on her face. Pup, sensing the playful nature of their conversations, wags his tail. ] Give it here!
[ She will not waste any time in trying to reach across him to snatch the wine skin away while also (sort of) trying her best not to get it spilled all over the pair of them. ]
[Alistair is thankful his arms are longer than hers, holding it just out of reach. Her laughter is contagious and he only laughs harder as she attempts to climb over him, but it is not lost on him that they are so very close now, and it's been so very long since he's been drunk... so it really hasn't taken much for the alcohol to start working. He feels... good. Ironic, considering the state of things, but it was a good choice to spend what may be their last evening alive trying to enjoy themselves and in good company.]
[ He's taller and with longer limbs than her by a good amount, and so she gets...nowhere, really, in trying to snatch it away. The task at hand is something she's determinedly focused on, and so the fact that she's half-clambering over him to reach for it is not on her mind (yet). ]
You'll regret this. [ First attempt: is he ticklish? Gonna try! Deft, roguish fingers dart out from the hand not extended to the wine skin to try and tickle him into submission. If that doesn't work, then her pleasant, buzzing brain is already generating other ideas... ]
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[ Not Riordan. Certainly not Alistair. ]
I only mean that...anything could happen tomorrow. [ Something small flutters suddenly in the pit of her stomach. ] Best to be prepared.
[ Grim though it may be.
Robyn goes quiet again, turning her hands over in her lap. ]
...Maker. [ There's a heavy sigh before she looks over at him, guilt clear in her face. ] Alistair, I've got to tell you-... Something happened. Morrigan's gone. Not-...dead, or anything, but...she left. Because of me.
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I would do the same. So then. I suppose, depending on who strikes that final, lucky blow, well, yes, of course. I'll watch after him.
[He pats affectionately at the mabari's back, scratching at him a bit when Robyn continues to speak. Her tone has changed, and it causes him to focus again on her.
He'd never trusted Morrigan, so it comes at no surprise to him that she's gone, and his eyes all but roll back into his head for good as Robyn tells him she's left. Of course she left... probably set them up for failure on purpose, that one. Never can trust a witch... Alistair scoffs.]
Hardly because of you, I'm sure. Maker's breath, what happened? Did she turn into a bat and fly away??
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[ Maker. With the event itself still incredibly fresh in her mind, but the opportunity now long gone, it's nearly impossible to get the words out to someone who was, in theory, so - ah, intimately involved in the situation... ]
She... [ Robyn begins again, curling her fingers into the material of her sleeve and then releasing it again ] ...Claimed that she had a way to avoid the need for any Warden sacrifice in defeating the archdemon. She said that...I should convince a male Warden - you - to carry out a ritual.
[ Not for the first time this evening, she wonders if she might have agreed, were she able to carry it out herself. If she were able. But, then...no. The whole issue had been the question of the ritual's greater, unknown consequences, and not its being a burden on another. ]
Morrigan said that she could prevent the sacrifice if you had a child with her.
[ Speaking it is like drawing the poison from a wound, though the wound is still left fresh and raw in its wake. ]
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[Alistair's eyebrows pop up and he smiles, then laughs, heartily laughs, like it's the funniest thing he's heard in his life.]
She wanted you to convince me to have a child with her? That's hilarious, maker--- really, hilarious. You see, that's why I like you-- you're funny. You're... [His voice trails off noticing that Robyn hasn't been laughing with him and reality sinks in.]
You're not joking...
[Cue stammering, Alistair can't seem to grasp the situation, what sort of ritual would that even be? How would having a child with her save anyone?]
What sort of ritual is that?! How does she--- no, no.. it doesn't matter. So you told her no? And she left angry? No wonder she looked at me the way she did when I saw her... icy even for her.
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[ His reaction...does reassure her, somehow. That she hadn't been mad in denying their mage an incredibly vague ritual to an unknown end. ]
I didn't mean to deny you your choice - Maker knows, it's got more to do with you than it does me - but I-...it didn't feel right. There were too many questions...
[ Surely it would be related to blood magic of some kind? How else could that save them from the archdemon? ]
So, ah...whoever does strike down the archdemon tomorrow has me to blame, I suppose. [ Robyn adds lightly, tucking an errant braid behind her ear. No, she doesn't really regret the decision, but that doesn't make it less of a complicated thing. ]
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[There's a sort of... sigh of relief there.]
Thank you. Even if I do take the last blow. We don't know what other sort of consequences that may have had.
[Although, now he has a rather painful image in his head of... Ugh, no. Why is he thinking about this? Alistair visibly winces, and when he speaks again, his voice is rather timid.]
You know I've... never even... Ugh, nevermind.
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Alistair's comment...somehow, despite everything else, brings rosy spots high in her cheeks. ]
...It wouldn't be - er. Ideal, I imagine. For...the first.
[ To sleep with someone for the very first time in a questionable ritual with someone you've a distaste for? It sounds close to an absolute nightmare. ]
- I've not either, so. I can only guess at what that would be like.
[ They've never discussed This before, but...why not now? One or both of them may die tomorrow, and your potential last night alive seems as good a time as any to speak of intimacy with your fellow man, doesn't it? ]
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He's still idly scratching at the Mabari as she speaks. About a million and ten sharp-tongued responses spark in his head, but they all feel inappropriate. He bites idly at his lower lip for a moment, trying with all of his might to for once in his life think before he speaks.]
Don't want to guess. Not with her-- [He waves it off.]
Look, I know as a man I'm expected to lunge at the chance for such a thing but, well, the opportunity never really presented itself and, well, I'd much rather enjoy the first and very likely last time I'm involved in the act.
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Don't think on it anymore. [ She offers bluntly, amending further: ] About - all that. With Morrigan. She's left now, so there's no use worrying on it anymore...
[ Is she trying to convince herself? Yes. Most definitely. ]
"Supposed to" is rubbish, Alistair. You should do what you like. [ Robyn tilts her head slightly, allowing a bit of a smile to peek through. ] You know, within reason.
[ The Warden certainly hadn't considered that she might be killed without having ever been intimate with someone, but she certainly is now that they're talking about it. It's...a complicated feeling, like everything else surrounding them these days. ]
I think with something like that, you...know. If it's the right thing, and the right time. Again, I've got nothing to base that on, but I do believe it all the same.
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I'd like it to be with someone I trust. Someone I care for. I don't know. It's a moot point now, I suppose.
[He felt childish talking about it, which was ironic because a well adjusted adult should have no issue discussing sex. It's just another thing about being human... well, being anything. Life. But there was still a childlike embarrassment factor to it, and a lot of it, he assumed, was because he was talking to a beautiful woman... who he trusted, and cared for. Oh, maker.]
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I - yes, it's...right. [ Maker, how did they arrive here? There's an incredibly confusing blend of the initial sadness and...something else swirling around in the pit of her stomach. Desperation, maybe, prompted by the whole conversation. And...other things, too, more unexpected. And new. ]
Forget all of that. I'm sorry to have - complicated what should be a night of...I don't know, sitting around and telling stories, or doing nothing at all. Something simple, and easy...
[ Trying to drive home further the notion that everything is Fine, she reaches out and takes his hand, squeezing it tight and looking determinedly at the other Warden. ]
I only ever brought up all of that - with Morrigan - because I care about you, Alistair. Enough that I wanted to make sure I'd made a choice that...didn't cross the line. That I didn't chance that I might drive you away the way I did her.
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I know-- I... care about you too. And I am thankful. You won't get rid of me so easily... although I suppose you could soak me in lye with the rest of your linens.
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You're - mm. Extraordinary. [ She says, eyes bright, looking...almost disbelieving. Then, something seems to occur to her, and the Warden gets to her feet. ]
Hang on - I've got an idea. I'll be right back. [ She holds out a hand to the mabari to indicate that he should stay behind before disappearing back down the tower's steps.
Within five to ten minutes, Robyn appears again, hands full: one holds a tankard (some of its contents sloshing somewhat as she approaches) and the other clutches a wine skin. ]
From some of our friends. [ She explains, now grinning. ] Oghren provided the ale, of course, saying nothing of what it is, but warned me that it's "a powerful one." He's also filled it...too much. [ It. Does not smell great, either. ] And the wine is a gift from Zevran, who said he'd be happy to "graciously" share with us the best red he's found in Denerim, though he also mentioned that wasn't saying much, "considering the state of Ferelden wine." [ She finishes in her best impression of his accent, laughing a little again. ]
Would you like some of either? [ The Warden offers finally, shrugging. ]
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Well that's a first. [As she stands to leave, Alistair pats the Mabari on the back, giving him a caring look.] Right. We'll be right here, swapping war stories... or whatever manly thing is expected of us the night before a battle.
[Of course, Robyn will return to him still talking to the dog, but mostly telling him he's a very good boy and very clever. As she comes closer, he sits up, grinning at her bounty.]
Ah! Well. I suppose I should be the voice of reason, here, but when have I ever been known to do that? Hand one over.
[He reaches for the ale, and once it's close enough for him to smell he regrets his choice immediately.]
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[ The dog pants a bit, then rolls over on his side. ]
I think it's reasonable to have a tiny bit of indulgence the night before...something like this, don't you? [ Robyn takes a sip, then, pleased that Zevran had in fact given them a decent wine (or so she assumes, not exactly being a connoisseur of the stuff. ] Mm. You know, I think you've left me with the better stuff, here.
[ Perhaps not as potent as whatever sludge Oghren provided, but it's at least palatable. ]
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Yes, of course. Ah-- you know... I've only had Dwarven ale once, and I was certain it was given to me as a joke. Are we sure this isn't an Oghren prank?
[Coughing, he clears his throat and attempts another sip, swallowing it down quickly so that he won't have to taste it, but it burns all the same.]
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[ Meanwhile, the wine is fruity and sweet and it brings blooms of pink to her cheeks before long. ]
You don't have to drink it, you know. [ She points out, giggling at the face he makes when he imbibes. ] I'd happily share the wine with you, if you'd prefer. ...To be honest, now I'm curious about just how "dangerous" that sludge he gave us actually is.
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[He replies with a brief coughing laugh, holding the mug to her.] Oh, try it, please. I don't want to be the only one with an acid-burned hole in my stomach while I'm trying to sleep tonight.
[A real laugh this time. Two gulps of it and it's already got him feeling a bit lightheaded. How Oghren's kind drinks this stuff by the gallon is beyond him. Stomachs of steel, he assumes.]
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[ With a grim expression she exchanges the mug for the wineskin, bracing herself before taking a gulp...and almost immediately gagging. ]
Maker, how can anyone...drink this? [ Robyn laughs now, full and delighted, though she's wincing. ] It's almost definitely just poison; I'm sure of it.
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[Alistair is chuckling before she even takes a drink- he knows it's coming. Had Robyn drank it without gagging, he might have been too shocked to respond. As she rejects it, he grins and takes a taste of the wine. It's quite good, comparatively.]
You're stuck with it now! [He exclaims, joking of course.] You can't expect me to take that back after tasting this?
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[ If they die of some kind of poisoning, then they'll have to do it together. ]
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[Either Robyn has selected the most subtle nod to his own lineage or she missed the opportunity for the perfect joke. Alistair would have been furious if he was clever enough to catch it. Instead, he's laughing still, holding the wine out of her reach, but not after taking a mockingly large gulp of it.]
Oh, but I am scared. If anyone can pin me down, I'm certain it's you.
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Don't make me prove that I can. [ She laughs again, mischievous expression blooming on her face. Pup, sensing the playful nature of their conversations, wags his tail. ] Give it here!
[ She will not waste any time in trying to reach across him to snatch the wine skin away while also (sort of) trying her best not to get it spilled all over the pair of them. ]
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Make me.
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You'll regret this. [ First attempt: is he ticklish? Gonna try! Deft, roguish fingers dart out from the hand not extended to the wine skin to try and tickle him into submission. If that doesn't work, then her pleasant, buzzing brain is already generating other ideas... ]
Surrender and you will be shown mercy!
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A triumphant return.
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