Marian Hawke | Dragon Age (shovekirkwall) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-03-25 12:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, alistair theirin, marian hawke |
"Maia's in for it, really."
Who: Marian Hawke, Alistair Theirin
What: Coffee and Getting to know you.
When: 3/24, prior to the mall event.
Where: A coffee place somewhere.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, mostly for references to the ritual Maia did pre-Archdemon.
Status: Complete!
Alistair and Marian had decided to meet up for coffee to get to know each other a little better. After all, the other Warden was Maia’s cousin and they had fought side by side during the Blight so it only seemed logical to get to know one another better. Unlike when he’d met up with Maia the day before, Alistair wasn’t nervous about this meeting, because he didn’t have to apologize for the way he’d acted towards Zevran and Maia although he would probably apologize for snapping at Marian when she’d mentioned morning sickness. He knew that that hadn’t been right, but at the time he’d still been upset about the whole arrangement.
Heading to the coffee shop they’d decided to meet in, Alistair went in and ordered his drink before finding an empty table to wait for Marian at.
Marian had a history of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and paying the price for it, so she wasn't really expecting an apology from Alistair. Mainly, she was looking forward to this meeting. She thought that at some point, they were all going to operate like some version of a communal family - if not because of Maia's baby, but certainly because they were all Wardens now. It was a good idea to get to know each other better.
She arrived a bit after Alistair, spotting him immediately and waving at him before ordering her own (very large, sparkly) iced coffee. She ordered up a few scones as a peace offering, then wandered over to the table he'd chosen and took a seat.
"Hello! We're looking chipper today, I'll take that as a good sign."
Alistair looked up as he saw Marian come in and offered her a smile as she approached the table with her drink and the scones, “Hi. Yeah, I guess I kind of am.” Since he’s talked to Maia the day before, a small weight had been lifted now that everything was alright between the two of them, so he was in a much better mood than the last time Marian had seen him, “How’re you?”
"Oh, you know. Eating myself out of house and home. I finally stopped taking epic naps, though, which was refreshing." Marian picked up a scone and tore a piece off of it, then motioned toward the plate, "Please, help yourself! I hopefully bought enough for both of us."
“Thanks. This change in my appetite has been so bizarre.” Alistair said, taking a scone off the plate and breaking it in half, “I’m glad I have a job now, otherwise I’d have to ask my father for more money and he’d probably wonder why I needed more.” Regular people could say they needed more money to buy extra food, but Alistair’s father was very critical of the appearance of his family even if Alistair wasn’t living with them any longer and Alistair didn’t want to have to deal with him right now, “So, I wanted to apologize for snapping at you while we were in the mine.”
"Asking your parents for money is never fun for anyone," Marian agreed, with a nod of her head. She popped the piece of scone in her mouth and started chewing on it while listening to Alistair talk. Her eyebrows raised a bit when he mentioned his apology, and she had to actually think back to the events that day to remember what he meant.
Recalling the things that had been said that day, Marian tilted her head to the side, "Well... I think perhaps I need to learn when not to speak my mind, too. It was obviously a very sensitive subject for most of you."
“I was upset about it at the time, but I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I would have snapped at anyone who said anything then.” Alistair tore off a chunk of the scone, but didn’t eat it yet, eyes focused on the table top for a moment before looking back up at Marian, “I’m completely fine with it now. I’ve talked to Zev and to Maia and everything is fine, but at the time I was jealous and a little selfish.”
"Well, I think we were all being jealous and a little selfish. I selfishly needed to be snarky, because that's how I deal with high pressure situations. You were upset because Zevran is yours, and I'm not sure that's entirely selfish, but it was to save Maia's life, so there's that. Oh, and then there's the part where I refused to the do the ritual myself, even though I have a boyfriend of my own who could have provided that part of it," Marian admitted, her tone more serious than usual. She took a long sip of her coffee after, giving Alistair time to reply. Or yell at her.
Alistair nodded as Marian spoke, “When I watched her kill the Archdemon, I knew then and there that there was absolutely no way I would have been able to watch her die. It all kind of just hit me at once.” He took a sip of his drink, “I understand why Zev offered. He’s someone she trusts and someone she knows. If certain things had been different, I might have been able to do it when she asked, but I had no idea about the ritual until after she asked. I’m still pretty far behind in the dreams compared to everyone else.” But Marian would know that since she’d told him about his being King.
"It's all very unnerving, this business. I've known for months now that my cousin was going to die at a younger age than she should, simply because of some dreams. And then the Archdemon... and I foolishly joined her." Marian shook her head a bit. She hated serious discussion, but sometimes it was necessary. This was definitely one of those times, "I couldn't have watched her die, either. I'd have made you all knock her out and killed that thing myself rather than the alternative, if there'd been no ritual."
After a pause to sip at her coffee, she snorted, "Which is funny if you think about it. Completely willing to die for her, but completely unwilling to raise a child for her."
“I guess we’re all in the same boat as far as the Grey Warden thing goes.” Alistair said, eating a piece of his scone as he continued to listen to Marian, “It makes sense in a way.” He finished off his scone, “I’m just glad that everything worked out for the best. And now Maia gets to have a half elf baby. Think it’ll have elf ears?” He smirked at the question, which he had already asked Maia when he’d talked to her the day before.
"I..." Marian raised her eyebrows. She'd completely forgotten that Zevran was, in fact, an elf. The more concerning thing for her was the old god soul residing inside the child, which was a topic no one seemed comfortable bringing up, "... had forgotten that it'd be a half-elf, but I think pointy ears would be cute. I wonder if it'll have elven eyes, too. Elven eyes are so much more adorable than human eyes. Can you imagine? Between the two of them, they're going to have the type of child that can make such puppy eyes at you that you'll never be able to deny them anything. Hopefully she or he learns to use her powers for good instead of evil."
Marian tore off another piece of scone, then, while smirking a bit at the thought of the trainwreck that raising that child was going to become, "Maia's in for it, really."
Alistair chuckled, “Especially if the kid is anything like Zev.” He could only imagine what the kid was going to be like. No one, it seemed, but Alistair had asked the hard questions back when Maia had first brought up the baby thing and when Zevran had told him that he’d offered. No one knew exactly what had happened to Morrigan’s baby afterwards, so he didn’t see a reason to keep bringing it up since it didn’t seem like there were any answers, “Lets just hope the kid doesn’t inherit Zev’s lack of height.” Until he’d actually met him, Alistair hadn’t realized just how short Zevran really was; then again, the majority of the times he’d seen Zevran, he’d been laying down.
Marian had asked the questions of Maia, actually, but had gotten the same inconclusive answers that Alistair had. She would have been pleased to know that someone else had brought it up; It seemed to her like Maia was trying to ignore that facet of things. The more Marian thought about the entire situation, in fact, the more troubled by it she became.
"... Something tells me it being like Zev should be the least of our concerns," She commented, with a bit of a laugh. It wasn't necessarily a laugh of amusement.
Alistair nodded, pretty sure he knew what Marian was getting at, “Hopefully it’ll be different here than it was have been in Thedas. I mean, no one really knows why these things happen here, so maybe it won’t be exactly the same and we won’t have to worry about the consequences that might have followed there.” He hoped that what he was saying might help Marian a little bit, but had a feeling that no one’s mind would really be at ease until the baby was born and they could see for themselves what was going to happen.
"Sadly, I think the only thing we can do is wait and see. I don't know about you, but I greatly dislike waiting," Marian joked. But there was an understanding in her eyes. It was clear that they both knew what the other was referring to.
"Putting that aside, for now, though... why don't you tell me a little about yourself? You've mentioned your father a few times and I'm certain I've seen you in the news before. Politicians or something, I think? That must have been a hard life."
Marian leaned back against the booth, suddenly more at ease with the situation, and snatched up another scone. She was prepared to listen to Alistair chat for a long while to come, and happy to share details about herself if he asked.