If he remembers it... [ There's a decent chance the dwarf won't remember he'd sung the song at all. More than likely, Cassandra may be the only one, after tonight, who knows anything about the song about Aldwin. ]
All the way up there? [ Her gaze drifts up to the tower where her bedchambers wait, distant and...distant. Cecily wrinkles her nose. ] Maker, Cassandra: that's too much. Just deposit me into a grassy corner and I promise I won't hold it against you tomorrow.
[ If the former templar wants to try and lug her up all those steps, she'll be both embarrassed and impressed. ]
( That being said, her gaze follows the Inquisitor's... is it just her, or is her leader's quarters farther away than she remembers them being? She takes a moment to consider alternative option, and fortifies her resolve upon finding one.
Now grasping Cecily a little more tightly than necessary, she says: )
You're very...mm, determined like that. Exemplary....Inquisition member,you.
[ If she had a gold star, she would use this opportunity to stick it to Cassandra. ]
If you wanted to have a sleepover, you should have just come out with it. [ Cecily laughs at herself, head lolling as she gazes up at her companion. ] Should I call for Sera, Josephine, Leliana, Harding, and Dagna? We can - ha - braid each other's hair, and gossip about romance.
[ She flashes the Seeker another grin as she's half-dragged along. ]
( Cassandra would have never contemplated such an idea of her own volition, but when the Inquisitor makes the suggestion, it almost sounds... pleasant? She laughs softly at the mental image, before asking: )
How many of them were present at tonight's revelry? I would prefer not to clean any vomit off the floor of my sleeping quarters.
( There's Cassandra's trademark pragmatism bordering on idealism shining through again. Her other hand finds the small of the other woman's back for further support as they approach the armoury. )
Er...just Sera, I think. The others are usually busier, and Sera is typically on the prowl for prank opportunities. Since this one was rife for it, I'm sure she found the chance somewhere.
[ A room full of drunk people? Very easy to prank, apparently. ]
I'm sure you could convince the others to join us, though. You're good at convince...ening.
[ Not a word, Cecily. ]
And it's late! No one should be working at this hour. ...D'you know if Josephine ever stops working, actually? I'm not sure I've ever seen her relax.
( It is the most diplomatic thing Cassandra can think of to say in the moment, and privately, she thinks that Josephine would be pleased with her attempt.
The Inquisitor is right. Cassandra can be good at convincing people when it is necessary, but this hardly seems the right time to be applying that sort of pressure. She knows what people say about her, and while she won't hesitate to be the type of woman the Inquisition needs, she is only human, and she does care what others think of her. )
Perhaps another time.
( Despite herself, she finds herself curious about this gossip. As she begins to guide Cecily up the stairs, she adds: )
I hope Sera hasn't found herself in too much trouble.
[ Cecily lifts her eyebrows with a sideways grin, impressed. ]
Oh, I'm sure she hasn't. If her repertoire of pranks thus far hasn't gotten her banished from Skyhold, then I'm not sure anything will. Besides, I've seen her in action, and she is very good at vanishing from the scene of the crime.
[ Even if everyone knows she definitely did it. As they walk up the stairs, she has to concentrate a little harder, because.......stairs. ]
Have you spoken much with her? Just the two of you?
( Cassandra's words are distracted as she focuses most of her attention on guiding the inebriated Inquisitor up the stairs. )
We've had some conversations here and there. I have the feeling we are very different people. ( Not that Cassandra's complaining, mind you, more that she doesn't get the younger woman, even if Cassandra does have a particular soft spot for Sera's crude jokes. )
Just curious. Want to make sure there's as little infighting and as much camaraderie as possible.
[ As a good Inquisitor should, right? ...That's probably not part of the job description, but it sure would help if her companions at least didn't hate each other. ]
I can...know what you mean, though. You're just slightly more serious than she is.
( Cassandra steers the Inquisitor towards the bed, more than happy to give it up for the evening. Maker knows she has slept on more uncomfortable places than the floor of a heated building. )
Not at all. ( A pause, and she laughs. ) So long as you remember that I might throw a pie at someone's face, should the situation require it.
[ Not so fast, Seeker. Cecily registers she's being given the comfy place to sleep and will start to dig her heels in to prevent Cassandra from making this sacrifice. ]
If I ever see you throw a pie at someone's face, I will absolutely suspect you of being an impostor. It's just unthinkable.
[ Definitely sillier than Cassandra just telling a good joke! To pull a big prank like that would be...well, very funny, of course, but also unlike the warrior. ]
Just for the visual... What sort of pie would you throw? And at who?
It would have to be a custard pie, would it not? I believe that is what's considered traditional. As to who would deserve such treatment... I do not know. Varric, perhaps.
( Sensing the Inquisitor's resistance, Cassandra frowns. )
Is something the matter? I assure you the bed is comfortable enough.
Oh, I don't know. You seem suddenly to be more the expert on pie...throwing.
[ The question has her blinking, and Cecily looks from Cassandra to the bed. ]
I hope so, but I'm not taking it from you. [ And with that, she'll start to unsteadily settle down on the floor, making a big show of stretching out. ] Mmmm...very pliable. I'm almost sorry I've taken this very comfortable floor away from you.
( Cassandra snorts through her noise, more amused than angry. The floor is not exactly known for its pliability, but perhaps that had been the point. She pulls on one of the Inquisitor's arm. )
It is quite all right. I am accustomed to sleeping on the floor.
[ Cassandra is much stronger than she is, but Cecily has the power of absolute stubbornness to contribute to her efforts. As such, the Inquisitor is sort of tugged upward a bit, but not enough to be fully removed from the floor. ]
Please, Cassandra. You're making this very difficult for the both of us.
[ Damn you, Cassandra. So strong, and so stubborn. ]
I'm making...things difficulty for - nobody. [ Man, she's tired. Still able to act as a decent rag doll, though. ] Leave me here; you've done more than enough.
( In response to the Inquisitor's instruction, Cassandra drops her arm and leaves her on the floor. It's not long before she sits beside her, drawing her knees up to her chest.
Don't say she didn't warn you, Cecily. )
If you wanted to sleep on the floor, I could have left you at the tavern.
You argue with a mind like a steel trap. [ Cecily groans from her place on the floor before heaving an enormous sigh. ] Fine. You win this one. But it's only fair, another time, you sleep in my bed and I sleep on the floor.
[ This is fair, somehow. The Inquisitor manages to her to her feet only to quickly roll onto the offered bed, lying still on her side. ]
Mmph. Thank you.
i was on hiatus for a month but i'm back now if you're still interested! <3
( Cassandra opens her mouth to say something along the lines of: no, for it to be truly fair, they should be sharing the bed, but fortunately she manages to stop herself before the thought escapes her. Where in the world had that come from?
Nonetheless, she is soon distracted by the Inquisitor making herself comfortable on the bed.
Cassandra arches an eyebrow as she scoots backwards to rest her back against the mattress. )
Here I thought you would never concede.
SO LATE, totally fine if you'd prefer not to continue!!
I'm-...never give up. [ Though she had, and the bed seems absolutely inescapable now. ] So...there.
[ The room swims before her vision, and the soft lull of this borrowed comfort is calling to her. Still, Cecily rolls her head to face Cassandra, smiling lazily. ]
You're very good. D'you know that? [ The Inquisitor isn't more specific than that. ] You deserve all the...bed.
[ Does she have any effort left in her? Apparently! Cecily shifts, maneuvering clumsily toward the other side and leaving the other half of the space intentionally absent of her form. ]
There you go! Problem solved! "Thank you, Inquisitor, you're quite good at problems."
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All the way up there? [ Her gaze drifts up to the tower where her bedchambers wait, distant and...distant. Cecily wrinkles her nose. ] Maker, Cassandra: that's too much. Just deposit me into a grassy corner and I promise I won't hold it against you tomorrow.
[ If the former templar wants to try and lug her up all those steps, she'll be both embarrassed and impressed. ]
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( That being said, her gaze follows the Inquisitor's... is it just her, or is her leader's quarters farther away than she remembers them being? She takes a moment to consider alternative option, and fortifies her resolve upon finding one.
Now grasping Cecily a little more tightly than necessary, she says: )
I will take you to my quarters instead.
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[ If she had a gold star, she would use this opportunity to stick it to Cassandra. ]
If you wanted to have a sleepover, you should have just come out with it. [ Cecily laughs at herself, head lolling as she gazes up at her companion. ] Should I call for Sera, Josephine, Leliana, Harding, and Dagna? We can - ha - braid each other's hair, and gossip about romance.
[ She flashes the Seeker another grin as she's half-dragged along. ]
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How many of them were present at tonight's revelry? I would prefer not to clean any vomit off the floor of my sleeping quarters.
( There's Cassandra's trademark pragmatism bordering on idealism shining through again. Her other hand finds the small of the other woman's back for further support as they approach the armoury. )
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[ A room full of drunk people? Very easy to prank, apparently. ]
I'm sure you could convince the others to join us, though. You're good at convince...ening.
[ Not a word, Cecily. ]
And it's late! No one should be working at this hour. ...D'you know if Josephine ever stops working, actually? I'm not sure I've ever seen her relax.
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( It is the most diplomatic thing Cassandra can think of to say in the moment, and privately, she thinks that Josephine would be pleased with her attempt.
The Inquisitor is right. Cassandra can be good at convincing people when it is necessary, but this hardly seems the right time to be applying that sort of pressure. She knows what people say about her, and while she won't hesitate to be the type of woman the Inquisition needs, she is only human, and she does care what others think of her. )
Perhaps another time.
( Despite herself, she finds herself curious about this gossip. As she begins to guide Cecily up the stairs, she adds: )
I hope Sera hasn't found herself in too much trouble.
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[ Cecily lifts her eyebrows with a sideways grin, impressed. ]
Oh, I'm sure she hasn't. If her repertoire of pranks thus far hasn't gotten her banished from Skyhold, then I'm not sure anything will. Besides, I've seen her in action, and she is very good at vanishing from the scene of the crime.
[ Even if everyone knows she definitely did it. As they walk up the stairs, she has to concentrate a little harder, because.......stairs. ]
Have you spoken much with her? Just the two of you?
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( Cassandra's words are distracted as she focuses most of her attention on guiding the inebriated Inquisitor up the stairs. )
We've had some conversations here and there. I have the feeling we are very different people. ( Not that Cassandra's complaining, mind you, more that she doesn't get the younger woman, even if Cassandra does have a particular soft spot for Sera's crude jokes. )
Why do you ask?
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[ As a good Inquisitor should, right? ...That's probably not part of the job description, but it sure would help if her companions at least didn't hate each other. ]
I can...know what you mean, though. You're just slightly more serious than she is.
[ Understatement of the year. ]
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Are you saying I have no sense of humour?
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[ Her grin is fond at all this light joking at Cassandra's expense. ]
Is that so offensive?
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Not at all. ( A pause, and she laughs. ) So long as you remember that I might throw a pie at someone's face, should the situation require it.
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If I ever see you throw a pie at someone's face, I will absolutely suspect you of being an impostor. It's just unthinkable.
[ Definitely sillier than Cassandra just telling a good joke! To pull a big prank like that would be...well, very funny, of course, but also unlike the warrior. ]
Just for the visual... What sort of pie would you throw? And at who?
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( Sensing the Inquisitor's resistance, Cassandra frowns. )
Is something the matter? I assure you the bed is comfortable enough.
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[ The question has her blinking, and Cecily looks from Cassandra to the bed. ]
I hope so, but I'm not taking it from you. [ And with that, she'll start to unsteadily settle down on the floor, making a big show of stretching out. ] Mmmm...very pliable. I'm almost sorry I've taken this very comfortable floor away from you.
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It is quite all right. I am accustomed to sleeping on the floor.
( The less said about pie-throwing, the better. )
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Please, Cassandra. You're making this very difficult for the both of us.
[ Please, Seeker. She's, like...half-asleep already. ]
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Am I? ( An arched eyebrow. )
I am not the one making things more difficult for myself.
( Don't make her join you on the floor, Cecily! )
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I'm making...things difficulty for - nobody. [ Man, she's tired. Still able to act as a decent rag doll, though. ] Leave me here; you've done more than enough.
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Don't say she didn't warn you, Cecily. )
If you wanted to sleep on the floor, I could have left you at the tavern.
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That's a good point. ]
You argue with a mind like a steel trap. [ Cecily groans from her place on the floor before heaving an enormous sigh. ] Fine. You win this one. But it's only fair, another time, you sleep in my bed and I sleep on the floor.
[ This is fair, somehow. The Inquisitor manages to her to her feet only to quickly roll onto the offered bed, lying still on her side. ]
Mmph. Thank you.
i was on hiatus for a month but i'm back now if you're still interested! <3
Nonetheless, she is soon distracted by the Inquisitor making herself comfortable on the bed.
Cassandra arches an eyebrow as she scoots backwards to rest her back against the mattress. )
Here I thought you would never concede.
SO LATE, totally fine if you'd prefer not to continue!!
[ The room swims before her vision, and the soft lull of this borrowed comfort is calling to her. Still, Cecily rolls her head to face Cassandra, smiling lazily. ]
You're very good. D'you know that? [ The Inquisitor isn't more specific than that. ] You deserve all the...bed.
[ Does she have any effort left in her? Apparently! Cecily shifts, maneuvering clumsily toward the other side and leaving the other half of the space intentionally absent of her form. ]
There you go! Problem solved! "Thank you, Inquisitor, you're quite good at problems."