t(-.-t) (the_warden) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-26 11:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, maia amell (the warden), marian hawke |
Who: Maia and Marian
What: Fire still hot!
When: Last week
Where Marian's place
Status: complete
Rating:PG-13
Maia burst into Marian’s flat and looked around. “Cousin? Are you all right? Do I need to use a fire extinguisher? I’m actually a walking one. Are you alone? You didn’t fry some bloke did you?”
"No, I didn't fry some bloke, unless my alarm clock has now taken up the position of some bloke in my life. Which would be really... really depressing," Marian's voice wafted in from the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, staring at the scorch marks on her bedside table.
"... though I suppose this picture of mom and the bedside lamp are also casualties, really... I don't think you being a walking fire extinguisher is actually going to help with that."
“Loving inanimate objects? You just know being gay is next,” Maia joked, sitting next to Marian. “I’m sorry about your picture. Are you all right?”
"I think me being at least curious is my destiny. The thought bubbles certainly seemed to think so, and then I met this recruiter who also thought I just needed to have a few wine coolers and find someone willing." Marian snorted a bit.
Her hand reached out to poke the picture, which had been melted by the flames that had erupted so close to it. She didn't know what to think about it. The fire. Her mother's picture all distorted.
"I'm not usually a very sentimental person. You know that." Her voice was thick.
Bullshite, Maia thought, taking Marian’s hand and squeezing it, but she had the good grace not to call her on it. “Did you see anything? When the magic came. Like the Fade?”
Marian squeezed Maia's hand a bit, then tried to recollect what she'd been dreaming about or what she'd seen when she woke up. None of it really seemed to make any sense.
She shook her head, "I use magic freely in the dreams, even though I'm sitting in a city rife with annoying templars. I've even helped a few. Templars. In my dreams. Kirkwall's got so many problems that one pesky apostate running around is easy enough to ignore. So long as someone pays off the right people, I guess. But I've not seen the fade yet, except when father was teaching us in our youth. I dreamed about fulfilling a promise to Flemeth. We traveled up Sundermount, met an elven mage who was... a little mislead... and well."
She glanced over at Maia apologetically, "Basically, performed a ritual that brought Flemeth back to life from a locket she'd given me. Sorry about that. I had no idea until she showed up."
“I worked with some templars, but mostly I fought them,” Maia replied, shaking her head. “Circle life. Templars thinking they could do what they wanted with you because you were prisoner.” She shuddered.
Marian squeezed Maia's hand again, a little more strongly, "It's things like that... that's why father didn't want me and Bethy going to the circle. It's why Anders joined the Wardens, I think, though I haven't had more dreams about him yet so I'm not sure. I don't think I'm dreaming them in any particular order. But... I feel like the way mages are treated in the circle is a large problem in Kirkwall."
“In all of Thedas, really. The up and downside of the Wardens is that Mages are a little more free, but then, they’re also more willing to break taboos to stop Blights.” Maia made a face.
"So blood magic and demons, then, I suppose," Marian screwed her face up a bit, "I can't say I've resorted to that in my dreams yet. I know it's a possibility, but I've never really been tempted by it."
“It’s tempting. It’s far too easy to be tempted.” Maia couldn’t admit just how tempted she’d been, or the means she’d gone to ere the end. She wanted her cousin to still respect her after all and deals with demons weren’t worthy of respect.
"I don't know what I'll be tempted to do later on. I've only just started and I know there's more than what I've dreamt. A lot more. I feel like I've only just scratched the surface. And I know I can do more with magic, too, than just cast wanton fireballs at things."
Marian sighed a bit, and looked down at her hands, "I've got dreams of father teaching me, but I don't really seem to be able to apply it."
“I can certainly help you with that.” She patted Marian’s shoulder. “And it’ll be fun! Just wait until you can apply the magic to sex!”
"Right, applying magic to sex. That doesn't sound like it's the slightest bit deadly. Or like a complete waste of Lyrium." Marian blinked, then turned to Maia and raised her brows, "Do we even have any Lyrium?"
She poked Marian in the shoulder and zapped her lightly. “No, I don’t have any Lyrium. Bugger, I’m probably getting low, but I seem to recharge while sleeping.”
"I guess we'll have to keep our spells to small things that we can handle all on our own then, won't we?" Marian snerked, not knowing what she'd ever need to cast that would require that much Lyrium anyway. It was probably only an issue if there really were darkspawn coming.
"Bugger," Marian whispered, suddenly. Her features went a little more serious, "There really are darkspawn coming though, aren't there?"
Maia opened her mouth, then shut it and shrugged. “I don’t really know. It feels like it. But I can’t peg where, or even how. But everything in me that’s a Warden is screaming at me, and has been for months.”
"Well, you're going to have to tell them to pause the Blight until I'm well and bloody ready to take on an Ogre by myself. I'm not watching you die to one, I've lost enough family members as it is." Marian poked Maia, "You're in good with the Archdemon, so you should be able to come to some kind of arrangement."
“Oh, sure, I’ll ask him to put it off until I’ve built an army and had enough Gray Wardens to suck his soul into in case I die, and so we can both get our beauty sleep.”
"Well we'll at least need some backup wardens in case you bite it, that's important, yes," Marian decided. She patted Maia's arm, "But I'll be awfully sad for you while I'm hacking its head off?"
“Boo hoo. Whatever shall we do.” She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “You can put your fire skills to better use.”
"Right now I'm not even sure how to use my fire skills. I might set more than my bedside table on fire next time. There's some things in this apartment that aren't that expendable, you know?" Marian frowned.
She didn't like the idea that Maia thought she was expendable either.
“I’ll teach you.” Maia was excited about the idea. It made her feel useful. “So that you can control it, and not hurt someone, or yourself.” She looked around. “Or your memories.”
"Well, I'm sure there are some memories around here that could use a good torching or two..." Marian replied, with a bit of a smirk. She looked around the place, then back at Maia, and smiled, "But... thank you. And... I think you've got your work cut out for you."
She got up off the bed and cracked her knuckles, "So lets get started, shall we?"