[There is a card game, in a way: Barrow is playing Solitaire, and though he raises his eyebrows invitingly to Cedric when the younger man sits down, there's no pressure for anyone to join.]
I had me on trebuchets, [he says easily, flipping a card,] gonna be able to kit them out nice, I think.
[And that's all there is to say about that. Thump thump thump, goes the tail,]
[ they were a hell of a thing to see in action, and he thinks to ask after the harbor, the distance they might gain on a ship. but barrow flips a card, and he glances that instead: a queen, head heavy with veil. his eyes are sharp enough, tight as an overtuned fret. not a man confused. but, ]
Yeah, [ echoes for an answer. ] Yeah, 'm good.
[ he will be a few drinks from now. cedric doesn't interrupt the game just yet, only watches. drinks. eventually, ]
Saw some things back home. Guess I dunno what t'do with it.
[Barrow's eyebrows climb, his gaze rising curiously to meet the younger man's: he wasn't aware Cedric was missing any family, but it's easy to understand why this is a big deal.]
[spoken with something between horror and disbelief: nobody would joke about this kind of thing, least of all someone as In It as Carsus. If he's saying it, he has reason to think it's true.]
No, [ emphatic as it's reflexive. there are things you don't accuse clergy of. ] I trust Sister Tisiphone. I know there was a reason.
[ but they've already discussed the difference between knowing, and remembering; the things that one is told. it all sounds thin. his eyes cut aside. ]
I just can't — find it. [ cedric finishes the mug. ] Y'want another?
[sometimes clergy suck is the thing-- but Barrow logs away the name 'Tisiphone', not like that one's going to blend in with all the Fereldan names he knows.]
--sure, [he says, absently, mulling it over. He won't stop Cedric from going to get more drinks, as it gives him a bit of time to process what the fuck he's just heard.
When the younger Templar returns, Barrow has schooled his face back to avuncular and pleasant, even if he can't quite hide the tension at his eyes.]
[ too fast, too flip. his face scrunches for it. a careful step over noose, and cedric slides the mug over, doesn't sit before he starts necking his own. ]
Don't change nothing, does it? Gotta get my head on straight. 'S all the same as it was.
[ you can't unswear an oath. only sever it — selfish — and what good's that done any of them? barrow, vanya, mobius. they're all still so goddamn lonely. ]
[A wince at how quickly Cedric is tossing back his ale-- well that's certainly not ideal-- but Barrow has a light touch with the squirrelly ones, and this is no exception.]
Head can still be on straight to do a lot of things, [he muses, accepting his own mug back with a hand curling like a lion's paw,]
do you want to find out what happened? Or is it best left forgotten?
[ says a man on lyrium, who's taken more knocks to the head than any healer'd recommend. but: again. an admission. ]
Y'never see a hole in the road. Only step over, chance, 'til one day you trip. Fall. Now you're always gonna think of it after, any time y'pass that spot. Same as it was, and nothing's changed, but it still weren't – it weren't there before. Not really.
[ squirrely. yeah, that's a word for it. cedric pushes a thumb into temple. at last surfaces to add, ]
[A kindly smile, sincere: selfish, perhaps, but it's nice to be trusted occasionally.]
I wouldn't know where to begin with all this, [and he's, you know, actively avoiding the Order,] but whenever you need another pair of hands, they're yours. Not the sort of thing someone should have to be worrying about.
[ wouldn't have gone to the others with this, couldn't. but for all barrow's choices, he's had his back from the start, from that first fucking demon. cedric isn't looking at him. watches his fingers, fiddles with the mug. ]
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Date: 2024-09-27 08:04 pm (UTC)I had me on trebuchets, [he says easily, flipping a card,] gonna be able to kit them out nice, I think.
[And that's all there is to say about that. Thump thump thump, goes the tail,]
You all right?
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Date: 2024-09-27 10:57 pm (UTC)[ they were a hell of a thing to see in action, and he thinks to ask after the harbor, the distance they might gain on a ship. but barrow flips a card, and he glances that instead: a queen, head heavy with veil. his eyes are sharp enough, tight as an overtuned fret. not a man confused. but, ]
Yeah, [ echoes for an answer. ] Yeah, 'm good.
[ he will be a few drinks from now. cedric doesn't interrupt the game just yet, only watches. drinks. eventually, ]
Saw some things back home. Guess I dunno what t'do with it.
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Date: 2024-09-28 03:30 am (UTC)What'd you find?
[He keeps his gaze schooled downward, at his cards: if Cedric wants to talk, he will, but Barrow isn't going to pressure him into it.]
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Date: 2024-10-01 05:01 am (UTC)[ solitaire's built on foundations. a fragile sort of house. barrow the builder, and all the great engines of their defenses. ]
I think some of my cousins're alive. [ if the records are right. moved to cumberland before the attacks ] Won't know I am.
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Date: 2024-10-01 10:46 pm (UTC)Yeah? [intrigued,] You gonna get in touch?
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Date: 2024-10-08 09:31 am (UTC)[ a lie? an assumption? can't recall it clear enough to say, and there's things you just don't accuse clergy of. ]
But not sure now they got asked. And there's got to be a reason for that. There's got to be a good reason for them t'think I'm gone.
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Date: 2024-10-09 07:56 pm (UTC)You think--
[wait]
--you were kidnapped by the Order?
[spoken with something between horror and disbelief: nobody would joke about this kind of thing, least of all someone as In It as Carsus. If he's saying it, he has reason to think it's true.]
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Date: 2024-10-10 10:35 am (UTC)[ but they've already discussed the difference between knowing, and remembering; the things that one is told. it all sounds thin. his eyes cut aside. ]
I just can't — find it. [ cedric finishes the mug. ] Y'want another?
[ he's already going for one. ]
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Date: 2024-10-15 06:34 pm (UTC)--sure, [he says, absently, mulling it over. He won't stop Cedric from going to get more drinks, as it gives him a bit of time to process what the fuck he's just heard.
When the younger Templar returns, Barrow has schooled his face back to avuncular and pleasant, even if he can't quite hide the tension at his eyes.]
What's next to be done, then?
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Date: 2024-10-19 05:19 am (UTC)[ too fast, too flip. his face scrunches for it. a careful step over noose, and cedric slides the mug over, doesn't sit before he starts necking his own. ]
Don't change nothing, does it? Gotta get my head on straight. 'S all the same as it was.
[ you can't unswear an oath. only sever it — selfish — and what good's that done any of them? barrow, vanya, mobius. they're all still so goddamn lonely. ]
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Date: 2024-10-23 06:13 pm (UTC)Head can still be on straight to do a lot of things, [he muses, accepting his own mug back with a hand curling like a lion's paw,]
do you want to find out what happened? Or is it best left forgotten?
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Date: 2024-10-25 01:08 am (UTC)[ says a man on lyrium, who's taken more knocks to the head than any healer'd recommend. but: again. an admission. ]
Y'never see a hole in the road. Only step over, chance, 'til one day you trip. Fall. Now you're always gonna think of it after, any time y'pass that spot. Same as it was, and nothing's changed, but it still weren't – it weren't there before. Not really.
[ squirrely. yeah, that's a word for it. cedric pushes a thumb into temple. at last surfaces to add, ]
Sorry. Didn't mean t'dump this on you.
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Date: 2024-10-28 06:13 pm (UTC)[A kindly smile, sincere: selfish, perhaps, but it's nice to be trusted occasionally.]
I wouldn't know where to begin with all this, [and he's, you know, actively avoiding the Order,] but whenever you need another pair of hands, they're yours. Not the sort of thing someone should have to be worrying about.
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Date: 2024-11-07 09:33 am (UTC)[ wouldn't have gone to the others with this, couldn't. but for all barrow's choices, he's had his back from the start, from that first fucking demon. cedric isn't looking at him. watches his fingers, fiddles with the mug. ]
Knowing it all now, would y'have stayed?
[ tended the farm. never joined, just to leave. ]
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Date: 2024-11-18 10:47 pm (UTC)Would've just got in worse trouble, more like. Never had much sense.