Who: Open, please tag yourselves What: Hallows Eve Celebration When: Forward-dated to the 31st of October Where: Starts in the Keep's Great Hall
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It'd taken him awhile to actually find a costume that worked, but between the human-sized one and an almost exact replica made for someone a bit smaller than him that he'd found, he'd managed. It wasn't the first time he'd re-purposed clothes meant for a human to suit him, anyway.
Varric had mixed feelings about this party. On the one hand, there'd be alcohol and good company, which was always a plus. On the other hand, there'd be some not as great company. And he also absolutely didn't trust that everything would go smoothly.
But he was there, drinking a cup of ale and watching the crowds.
First Alex. Then Hawke, and now Varric. Tonight was looking up -- in terms of friendly company. It couldn't possibly be anyone but the dwarf -- not with that stature. He slipped through the crowd, approaching his friend.
"I never thought I'd see you in anything but your coat."
And speaking of good company. Varric turned with a smile, pleased to see Anders there.
"It was hard leaving it behind. But I figured it could use a night off." He paused. "And this way, there's less chance of getting anything on it." When the inevitable happened, anyway.
He looked over Anders's costume.
"Do you have any more of an idea who you're supposed to be than I do?"
"Are you sure it hasn't run off with Bianca?" he asked, an actual, honest-to-Andraste smile on his face. There's nothing wrong with playing into his friend's... odd... fantasy of his crossbow being alive.
He shakes his head. "I have no idea. I liked the coat."
"Nah. Bianca likes the coat and all, but she needs a steady hand to keep her happy."
Hey. There was no fantasy there. Bianca was a very special lady. But Varric was even more pleased to see Anders smiling than he'd been to see him at the party, so he'd go along with the teasing. Shit, good enough to have Anders teasing like that in the first place.
"It suits you. Now you look even more the part of the subject of my epic poem."
It was almost like the days before Meredith. When things had... well, they hadn't been good. Times had never been good for mages. But they hadn't been nearly as dire as they were when he'd last been in Kirkwall, either. Better times.
"You should know by now that you're probably not going to want to know the answer to any question about Bianca."
Yeah, those times. The times that Varric was still pretty much used to, that he hadn't realized were going to change so much before he got here. Which meant this was just putting him in even more of a good mood.
"Of course I am. I have to keep it fresh in my mind while I'm working on it, or else I'll forget the little details that are always so important."
"Probably not. But when has that ever stopped me?"
He could pretend, in a way, that nothing had changed. That they were standing in the Hanged Man, that there wasn't an angry mob of templars about to launch at him, that he hadn't outright lied to the people who cared about him.
Much better times indeed.
"Is there even really a poem? Or is this just another one of your stories?"
He shook his head, and pushed the hood back up out of his eyes a little. It was difficult to see where he was going when it slid around. Maybe he should have been more careful.
"The kind that doesn't plaster his friends' more embarrassing adventures all over his latest book?"
"Asking questions even when you're not sure you want to know the answer." He paused for a moment. "And for giving me plenty of opportunities to give those answers."
He chuckled at that, and did his best to look offended.
"Who said it was only going to be your embarrassing moments? Besides, every good hero needs his share of embarrassment."
Varric had mixed feelings about this party. On the one hand, there'd be alcohol and good company, which was always a plus. On the other hand, there'd be some not as great company. And he also absolutely didn't trust that everything would go smoothly.
But he was there, drinking a cup of ale and watching the crowds.
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"I never thought I'd see you in anything but your coat."
A fine thing to say, coming from him.
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"It was hard leaving it behind. But I figured it could use a night off." He paused. "And this way, there's less chance of getting anything on it." When the inevitable happened, anyway.
He looked over Anders's costume.
"Do you have any more of an idea who you're supposed to be than I do?"
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He shakes his head. "I have no idea. I liked the coat."
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Hey. There was no fantasy there. Bianca was a very special lady. But Varric was even more pleased to see Anders smiling than he'd been to see him at the party, so he'd go along with the teasing. Shit, good enough to have Anders teasing like that in the first place.
"It suits you. Now you look even more the part of the subject of my epic poem."
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It was almost like the days before Meredith. When things had... well, they hadn't been good. Times had never been good for mages. But they hadn't been nearly as dire as they were when he'd last been in Kirkwall, either. Better times.
"You're still going on about that?"
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Yeah, those times. The times that Varric was still pretty much used to, that he hadn't realized were going to change so much before he got here. Which meant this was just putting him in even more of a good mood.
"Of course I am. I have to keep it fresh in my mind while I'm working on it, or else I'll forget the little details that are always so important."
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He could pretend, in a way, that nothing had changed. That they were standing in the Hanged Man, that there wasn't an angry mob of templars about to launch at him, that he hadn't outright lied to the people who cared about him.
Much better times indeed.
"Is there even really a poem? Or is this just another one of your stories?"
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Varric was good with pretending. That was what he did most of the time these days. He was usually pretty good at getting himself to believe it.
Well. The parts of him that weren't busy gathering whatever information he could that would be of use when they got back.
He chuckled at that.
"You bet there's a poem. What kind of a friend would I be if there wasn't?"
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He shook his head, and pushed the hood back up out of his eyes a little. It was difficult to see where he was going when it slid around. Maybe he should have been more careful.
"The kind that doesn't plaster his friends' more embarrassing adventures all over his latest book?"
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He chuckled at that, and did his best to look offended.
"Who said it was only going to be your embarrassing moments? Besides, every good hero needs his share of embarrassment."
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