He's wobbling as he walks and his fingers keep flickering with white hot flames. He runs a hand through his hair but thankfully one does not spark the other as he manages to practically fall into a booth.
"I don't care what it is," he said quietly to the wait rat, "but make sure it's very watered down."
The young woman with the dark tattoos lining her face glances up from her paperwork, keeping a steady gaze on Seph as he wobbles by. The fact that he's flickering like that makes her think that he's either an out-of-control apostate, or some sort of fire demon.
Either way, it requires her attention. She sighs and pushes herself up to her feet, kicking out her leather boots and then walking over to his table.
He looks down at them himself, not quite willing them to calm. The flames flicker off of his fingers and into the air, shaped almost like butterflies fluttering off into the nothing. He shakes his hands.
"Are you going through lyrium withdrawl or something, kid?" He's probably about the same age as her, but she's taken to calling people who don't kill darkspawn for a living 'kid'.
Not very many people have called her on it yet. She shrugs, dropping down into the seat across from him.
Saying 'I could hook you up' makes her sound like a drug dealer, but she knew that it was addictive stuff. She's glad Alistair never got mixed up in any of that.
"Is that what they call aelf'aeling these days?" he said with a wry smile even if his eyes couldn't quite focus. They also wouldn't decide on a color. They kept shifting from a deep forest green into a fiery amber yellow.
"I've been called a demon," he said with a shake of his head, "but I don't think I'm one. No. I remember being a teenager and I remember being in love. I don't think I could be a demon. Too religious for that."
He was rambling and more than happy that the rat had brought about his drink. Wine.
"Lyrium potion. Apparently it's all the rage with the mages right now." She snorted and set the vial on the table. She didn't have much use for it now, but she somehow managed to come upon them on a regular basis.
Looting the people who came to bother the elves at the Alienage had its perks, she supposed.
"And you know, I've heard about demons claiming to be in love." But her hand was sliding off the hilt of her dagger slowly as she settled down into her seat. He wasn't going to be any harm, at least ... not intentionally.
"Nobody's 100% sunshine and rainbows all the time." She remembered the look in Alistair's eyes when he cut down Loghain. She hadn't blamed him and she hadn't stopped him - she'd taken revenge on the monsters who raped Shianni, after all.
And she'd do it again.
"I try not to kill too many wizards. People start to get up in arms about it. Especially if they were human wizards." Prejudices would always be upheld. She still couldn't help but be suspicious of people in the Alienage.
(You try trusting them after having your father abducted by slavers.)
"Does wine usually help you with paperwork? It always made things worse for me in that respect," and yes, he did sound more sane as he drank. Whether it was a mental thing or a physical reaction, Seph was glad for it.
"I haven't actually had to do a lot of paperwork. But apparently when you run an alienage it eventually becomes necessary." People lodged complaints about some valid things, after all.
He's wobbling as he walks and his fingers keep flickering with white hot flames. He runs a hand through his hair but thankfully one does not spark the other as he manages to practically fall into a booth.
"I don't care what it is," he said quietly to the wait rat, "but make sure it's very watered down."
He'd rather not set his drink on fire.
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Either way, it requires her attention. She sighs and pushes herself up to her feet, kicking out her leather boots and then walking over to his table.
"That normal?" She nods to his hands.
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Then wobbles one.
Sometimes.
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Not very many people have called her on it yet. She shrugs, dropping down into the seat across from him.
Saying 'I could hook you up' makes her sound like a drug dealer, but she knew that it was addictive stuff. She's glad Alistair never got mixed up in any of that.
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"Is that what they call aelf'aeling these days?" he said with a wry smile even if his eyes couldn't quite focus. They also wouldn't decide on a color. They kept shifting from a deep forest green into a fiery amber yellow.
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She rummages through her pack for a few moments and then holds up a small vial of blue liquid, brow arched.
Her eyes are caught on his for now, and one of her hands is straying to the dagger on her hip.
"Unless, of course, you're some kind of demon - in which case, we should really just get straight to the slaying. Formalities are so overrated."
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He was rambling and more than happy that the rat had brought about his drink. Wine.
Ah, they remembered him. It was even red.
"What's that?"
There was a wobbly point towards the vial.
As Zydrate Anatomy started to play...
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Looting the people who came to bother the elves at the Alienage had its perks, she supposed.
"And you know, I've heard about demons claiming to be in love." But her hand was sliding off the hilt of her dagger slowly as she settled down into her seat. He wasn't going to be any harm, at least ... not intentionally.
It's clean, it's clear, it's pure, it's ... rare?
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He put his head in his hands for a moment to think.
"Or at least, I don't think so. I try."
He'd just come back from trying, which was why he was such a wreck.
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And she'd do it again.
"I try not to kill too many wizards. People start to get up in arms about it. Especially if they were human wizards." Prejudices would always be upheld. She still couldn't help but be suspicious of people in the Alienage.
(You try trusting them after having your father abducted by slavers.)
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He held up a hand.
"They don't usually do this."
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She nods, glancing to his hands. "I believe you on that one."
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"I'll be sane in a minute. That seems to... wash some of this down."
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Kallian motioned to the rather formidable stack in front of her with a faint smirk.
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"I haven't actually had to do a lot of paperwork. But apparently when you run an alienage it eventually becomes necessary." People lodged complaints about some valid things, after all.
It was all about looking at the patterns in them.
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