A lie of a name which- normally is a terribly small thing.
[ Lies of omission, lies of intent. Every time she circles back to 'she should have known better'- she drinks.
Not the best way to cut off that line of thought but the burn of the brandy does help somewhat. The sheer absurdity of what Dorian is suggesting wrenches a wry laugh from her, the first thing that doesn't sound terribly broken. ]
[ At first, Dorian honestly doesn't comprehend what she's saying. Yes, there was an Abomination named Anders that triggered a civil war that lasted years, but surely she doesn't actually mean--
--no, she does, and he blinks at a shadowy corner of the tent, slow in his absorption of this information. ]
He told you this, [ he says, a little stiffly, still trying to put the pieces together. ]
He apologized for the deception. Apparently he is turning himself into the Wardens.
[ Time to drain a fair portion of the bottle. It isn't elegant, it isn't ladylike- but she does not wish to recall the conversation and remain sober. ]
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[ Lies of omission, lies of intent. Every time she circles back to 'she should have known better'- she drinks.
Not the best way to cut off that line of thought but the burn of the brandy does help somewhat. The sheer absurdity of what Dorian is suggesting wrenches a wry laugh from her, the first thing that doesn't sound terribly broken. ]
Literal Skeletons, Dorian. A great many. He-
Anders. His name is Anders.
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--no, she does, and he blinks at a shadowy corner of the tent, slow in his absorption of this information. ]
He told you this, [ he says, a little stiffly, still trying to put the pieces together. ]
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[ Time to drain a fair portion of the bottle. It isn't elegant, it isn't ladylike- but she does not wish to recall the conversation and remain sober. ]