#intoxthextrees

        “ hey, ”  her voice was soft, trying to be gentle despite the look on his face. a bubbled up anger which was a perfectly good reaction to seeing your girlfriend come back home with a healing bruise on her cheek courtesy of her boss. she’d spent another week in new york, convincing zach to let her transfer and cleaning out her apartment to move into a new one in detroit.  “ i’m okay. c’mon, don’t get yourself worked up. ”

now, he lead his younger son into the house, looking as if the day had dragged him through the mud completely. almost did, honestly.  “ go on and rest, i’ll get you something to eat. ”  he assured him, before making way towards the kitchen.

         “ dad? ”  he sounds tired and he’s got the tone in his voice that screams he’s done something wrong.  “ i... ”  what’s he supposed to say? how does he word this in a way that won’t freak his father out?  “ you’re gonna be super pissed about this but i... i’m in jail. ”  he swallows, hanging his head in shame already.  “ i need you to bail me out... ”

     “ was that -- was that a woman i saw you with, cyran? ”

       “ the road is blocked for a reason. ”  the man she’s watching trying to find a way into the blocked off path is clearly a traveler. some kind of tourist, she presumes. but, that does not mean she has to speak a common tongue to any of these people. it’s rather funny to have them look at her in confusion and wonder what she’s said. despite that she does speak in a common tongue for her next words.  “ but please, i could use some entertainment. ”

he thinks of gael and his heart begins to race. out of excitement or fear, he does not know. maker, he should have stayed inside. maybe gael doesn’t even like boys the same way you do, he tries to calm himself. maybe he’s just looking for a friend. nothing more. it would certainly make things easier, wouldn’t it? he hears footsteps approaching and his first instinct is to tense up. it’s dark, he’s alone, and in ferelden that’s a bad sign for an elven mage. but, he calms as soon as he sees the familiar face. he stands and tries not to smile too wide.  “ hope you’re hungry... ”

       she loves redcliffe but redcliffe does not love her. she is of noble birth, that is true, but she does not act like it. half of the city laugh at the very thought of it so she’s seldom recognized unless she drops her full name. ( she never does ). most have caught wind of her little games and avoid her when she shuffles her cards in the small tavern settled up in town. a glint of red catches her eye.  “ hey! ”  she calls out, smiling wide before shuffling the card between her fingers.  “ wanna play a game? ”

within the week he would apparently be deemed fit to go on his way, but did he truly want that after all? the sound of maera walking into the room stirred him from his thoughts.  “ you’re going out. ”  he can tell by the way she is dressed. he’d accompanied her the last few times she’d gone out into the woods and once when she went into the village. still not a people person, as that last trip proved.  “ would you like me to come with you? ”