Shit, shit, shit. This was the kind of shit he was supposed to have left behind. Thisavrou wasn't perfect, but it wasn't Thedas, either. People died regularly on Thedas, and even if Varric never got used to it, he still knew to expect it.
But not here. Not that bright woman he was supposed to start writing with.
After having to write letters of condolence for Hawke back home, Varric was more than tired of writing flimsy platitudes out for mourning friends and family. He didn't want his friend to receive emotionless apologies.
He waited until the man was back, and had slept a suficient amount of time, before he marched to the couch with an armful of bottles. Said bottles were dropped onto the slumbering man, all while Varric cleared his throat.]
At Home
Shit, shit, shit. This was the kind of shit he was supposed to have left behind. Thisavrou wasn't perfect, but it wasn't Thedas, either. People died regularly on Thedas, and even if Varric never got used to it, he still knew to expect it.
But not here. Not that bright woman he was supposed to start writing with.
After having to write letters of condolence for Hawke back home, Varric was more than tired of writing flimsy platitudes out for mourning friends and family. He didn't want his friend to receive emotionless apologies.
He waited until the man was back, and had slept a suficient amount of time, before he marched to the couch with an armful of bottles. Said bottles were dropped onto the slumbering man, all while Varric cleared his throat.]
Get up, Nate.