sweethymns | OPEN RP POST SIX

[Look, Lien, you better be thankful that the blood spatter staining your jeans belongs to somebody else and not you. Also that Fenris' favorite past-time just happens to include hunting down slavers. The surly look on his face upon discovering the elves (and Lien, to his brief surprise) is enough to show that, in actuality, he only enjoys the whole stab-stab, kill-kill part. Not so much the being seen as a hero part.]

[Still, his cloudy morals still manage to speak clearly enough to lead him into doing the right thing, and that's how Lien has wound up in her current position. State of the mansion aside, she's in pretty good shape.]

That isn't bad news.

[Fenris takes a sip of wine directly from the bottle. Hope you didn't want seconds, Lien.]

It's terrible news.

[He's not about to reveal whether or not he's kidding and to be fair, he may not have to. He's shown enough soft spots to Lien over their time knowing one another to weaken any argument that he would even attempt to make.]

You shouldn't have been able to arrive here in the first place.

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[Lien has known the elf long enough from their time in the futuristic space vessel to know that a dour Fenris is a normal Fenris. Which means she takes his reply with good humor even if she has to return it with her own smartass quip.]

C'mon, can't you at least pretend you're happy to see me?

... But you're right about that last part. Honestly, I'm more surprised we remember each other but that's what we get with wormholes, isn't it?

[She takes another sip of wine from her cup although her line of sight is on Fenris barely hiding her amusement that he's drinking from the bottle. Of course, he would.]

Before we tumble down the usual dark hole of our banter, I do want to say thanks. Thank you for getting there in time I mean.

[Being shipped off to Tevinter may not be very fun for another world traveler like her...]

[The scowl never quite leaves, but it's definitely softened. Just the thought of losing more memories bothers Fenris deep in his core for a variety of reasons, none of them even remotely good.]

[So he's, in his uniquely (and selfish) Fenris way, grateful to see Lien here and to know who she is.]

...You're welcome.

[That's as close to propriety as we're going to get.]

Did they hurt you before I arrived?

[Lien holds up an index finger.]

One of them almost, almost touched a boob!

I kneed that guy in the crotch before he got to that base because honestly, that's just skipping a few steps!

[Woah, woah, WOAH that's like skipping all of the steps!!!]

That would explain the sour mood.

[Another pause, and then...]

If anyone else attempts anything of the sort during your time here, tell me immediately. I will take care of it.

Haaaa. You'd take care of it alright.

[The solution is always the sharp and pointy end of the sword. Lien does several stretches with her arms before taking a look around the room they're sitting in.]

Meanwhile... You probably don't want to waste time explaining to anyone about where I came from, huh? Are you still hanging out with Hawke and friends?

You're right. I don't.

[Mostly because Hawke already knows who Lien is, even if it's only by name and story. Thankfully, those memories remained intact. Their shared experience helped keep Fenris grounded and firmly in the territory of 'not insane, thank goodness'.]

And I am. Although we're still often up to dangerous work. I cannot recommend our company to someone so...

[He looks at Lien and furrows a brow.]

...you.

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[Lien wrinkles her nose in return.]

Is that a good "you" or a bad "you?" Because c'mon, I can't be that much weirder than the people you associate with?

[Okay. Well. She kind of has him there. Fenris hasn't exactly made a habit out of hanging out with the regular Joe Shmoe. If that's going to work for or against him is still unclear.]

Neither.

[Wait... that's a noncommital answer. As much as he plays the exasperated older brother type, Fenris at least owes Lien a bit more than that.]

I am... concerned. That our work may place you in more danger.

[Ugh.]

Oooookay. Can't snark away that point.

[Lien nods leaning her chin on the top palm of her hand, thinking.]

Like, as much as I'd like to explore, that's probably not viable for a while until I gather my bearings. Maybe I can just move to a relatively safer place? Like, do some inconspicuous work where I wouldn't bother anyone and vice versa?

And when I mean inconspicuous, I mean nothing to do with moving corpses, because I already had my adventure with that one.

[yes, there is a story behind that, yes it is probably stupid.]

I mean, I can cook for one thing.

[Okay, completely ignoring the whole ‘moving corpses’ bit (because at this rate, who in his friend group hasn’t dabbled in something similar), Fenris shoots Lien a quick side glance.]

You’re going to stay here.

Unless you find the accommodations lacking.

[Which is, of course, his way of offering his place to Lien for the time being. And only for the time being. Stupid!!!]

Aw. I wanted to see Hawke.

[SADNESS. Well, feigned sadness anyways. Lien is a little surprised at his offer to stay in the mansion though.]

Er. I mean, it's no 5-star hotel, but... Yeah, I think that sounds okay for now?

[Lien sets down her cup of wine to stand up and look at the surroundings.]

... Gloomy, but if you let me fuss around a bit, I can make a nice space for myself. Oh!

[Her face lights up.]

I can cook for you!

I'm not looking for a servant.

[The thought makes him a little uncomfortable even if he knows, logically, that Lien is only offering to help out of the goodness of her stupid nice heart. Stupid!!!!]

[Fenris huffs, rolls his shoulders, and takes another swig out of his wine bottle.]

If you want to make a space for yourself, however, go ahead.

I'm not offering that you doofus.

[Like, she gets his hangups, but on the other hand c'mon!]

Let's face it, I know more about cooking, I don't mind doing it for fun and for surviving, and you just benefit because.

[She waves her hands in the air.]

Besties!!

[Fenris sits patiently as Lien explains herself.]

[He even sits patiently through her little hand wave.]

[It takes a few moments, but he finally says, in as eloquent a manner as an elf of his standing can:]

No.

Does a steak sandwich sound good to you or a bacon one?

Neither.

[...Mostly because Fenris doesn't have the ingredients to make either of them.]

[But he's not about to let Lien know that!!!]

I just said I wasn't interested in someone to cook and clean for me. If you want to make yourself something, go ahead. I'm fine with this.

[Does he even have to gesture at the bottle in his hand?]

Oh.

... Oh, yeah. Refrigerators don't exist... Damn it...

[She crosses her arms at him huffily.]

How can I make a bacon sandwich if I don't have the things for it then mister?? And also, must I list all the debilitating diseases that come with malnutrition to you again??

No, you must not.

[Speaking of daunting lists, despite Hawke's best efforts, Fenris isn't exactly at the point where he can read grocery items yet, let alone in whatever strange tongue Lien speaks. It's a miracle those stupid fish in their ears are letting them understand one another even now.]

However, if you are so inclined to make something, I can accompany you to pick up supplies.

[He could also bring Lien to Hawke's place and have them both eat the Champion of Kirkwall out of house and home, but his pride will let him do anything but.]

[Her cheeky smile returns.]

That's more like it! You'd be the perfect grocery shopping buddy in a city of vagabonds, vagrants, and very not nice people.

[Why yes, she did try to stretch out her alliteration, why do you ask]

This will be so fun! Oh, but I'll try to dial it down so I don't embarrass you. Not too much anyways.

Hmm... [She takes off her glasses, turning them over in her hands.]

Probably shouldn't wear these outside... Guess I could live without it, but I'm nearsighted...

[Fenris's mouth settles into a line as he sighs out of his nose at the implications.]

[Granted, Lien most likely isn't implying anything, he's just being a little Whiny McWhinerson about it.]

We can walk arm in arm if necessary.

It's better than having you wander off somewhere.

[She has the look on her face where she's thinking about making an extremely stupid joke, but surprisingly she stops herself.]

So tomorrow morning then? I'll wake up early!

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[And Fenris has the look on his face that someone gets when they smell/taste/even look at sour milk.]

I cannot wait.

OPEN RP POST SIX

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walks in 10000 years late with cold starbucks

sits covered in cobwebs where's my starbucks fool

DRINKS IT IN FRONT OF YOU