[ Guess who comes BARGING INTO THEIR TENT after having attempted a questionable ritual with songs and abominations and what not?? Hint: It's Beleth. ]
Al--Alis-- [ What little is said of his name is sung out, then her face scrunches up, and she sighs. Have you ever heard an irate sigh musically sung?? Now you have, check it off your bucket list. ]
BecaaaaarefulwhenyouuuuhelpAaaaaanders.
[ And she flops to the ground, now able to pray to death to claim her now that her message has been delivered. And in song, as well. How helpful. ]
[ Alistair props up on his elbows and remains that way even when Beleth is no longer towering over him, giving her a look that is equal parts entertained and baffled. ]
Be careful with the Templar-hating abomination who blew up a Chantry. Got it.
[ Beleth turns from what she had been planning on being her grave to give him the most exasperated look she can drudge up from the depths of her soul. ]
Alistaaa-aaaa-aaaaii-iiiir.
[ And now musical whining! ]
I hooo-oope you suffer, yes you suffer, I hope you suffer when it's your turn.
[ Alistair watches and listens to all of this with a slowly dawning look of delight. It will turn to horror easily if it turns out this is permanent, but for now—delighted. ]
Really?
[ Delighted and innocent. ]
Because I hope it goes well, no one is harmed, and Anders' problem is solved. Since I'm not a horrible person.
But mostly he's laughing. He's doing it quietly, with his mouth shut, most noticeably via chest-shaking, but he doesn't really laugh that often, so good job, Beleth. ]
[ Beleth tries very hard to look properly vexed by this, but failure is swift and decided. She ducks her head, expression softening into a smile, and thinks on something for a moment. Then she decides that she has already lived a long, full life, and if it keeps Alistair laughing, then it'll be worth disappearing in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. ]
A fun fact--and you didn't hear this from me--but I am not the only one to suffer thusly. Although I confess, Leliana may have it worse, for the spymaster must also endure this curse.
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Al--Alis-- [ What little is said of his name is sung out, then her face scrunches up, and she sighs. Have you ever heard an irate sigh musically sung?? Now you have, check it off your bucket list. ]
BecaaaaarefulwhenyouuuuhelpAaaaaanders.
[ And she flops to the ground, now able to pray to death to claim her now that her message has been delivered. And in song, as well. How helpful. ]
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Be careful with the Templar-hating abomination who blew up a Chantry. Got it.
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Alistaaa-aaaa-aaaaii-iiiir.
[ And now musical whining! ]
I hooo-oope you suffer, yes you suffer, I hope you suffer when it's your turn.
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Really?
[ Delighted and innocent. ]
Because I hope it goes well, no one is harmed, and Anders' problem is solved. Since I'm not a horrible person.
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[ Despite this burning insult that Alistair might never recover from, she sits up and pats his face. ]
Just be careful, please take heed, who knows what other mischief can succeed? This is silly, but I'll survive. Likewise, please come back alive.
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But mostly he's laughing. He's doing it quietly, with his mouth shut, most noticeably via chest-shaking, but he doesn't really laugh that often, so good job, Beleth. ]
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A fun fact--and you didn't hear this from me--but I am not the only one to suffer thusly. Although I confess, Leliana may have it worse, for the spymaster must also endure this curse.