[Closed] Everything is a privilege

[happiertimes]

who: Cullen Rutherford, Dorian Pavus, Relm Hawke and etc
what: Checking on the electrical fences (Re: this post)
when: 9/3 - 9/12
where: Southern Fence of the Quarantine
warnings: language, violence, Thedosians?

A few days after asking if anyone else wanted to go with him to the Southern Quandrant to check on the electric fencing that keeps the Quarantine safe from the wildlife, he has assembled the group that has agreed to come with him. It's not about running away from the Dragosta festivities so much as it is getting away from the crowds of the Quarantine during these particular holidays.

At least for him it is.

Comments

[indigobird]

[Having grown up nowhere near a Circle, Hawke's knowledge of templars and the workings of their Order was rather limited until she came to Kirkwall. Even then, the knowledge came in bits and pieces, scrapped together from rumors and her own experiences.

Not needing lyrium comes as a surprise to her, though one she doesn't let show. Instead, she just shrugs and turns around, seemingly to walk back to where they had been.

...until she decides to be a little shit and toss a small, quick bolt of lightning over her shoulder at him. Very fast, but minor enough that at worse it'd make his hair stand on end for a little bit. Let's see if Cullen can back his talk, hm?]

[happiertimes]

[Because he's not a fool and remembers all too well how close they've come to literally fighting one another, he doesn't let down his guard around her. Instead of the charge hitting him, it bounces and slides off his shield as it should.

Well, a stray bolt singes the sleeve of his shirt, but he shakes that off. It can be replaced easily.]

There was a point to that, I'm sure.

[indigobird]

I wanted to see dampen it without the lyrium.

[She looks a bit disappointed. But damn, his reflexes are good, she'll give him that.]

[happiertimes]

There's no point when it's easier to deflect it.

[He knows she's not really trying to hurt him. Or at least he hopes that's the case.]

[indigobird]

But so much less fun. [Perhaps she'll try again later, though she wonders if that means using a stronger spell. Which means risk for actually hurting him which, while she wants to smack him upside the head sometimes (or punch him when she's really ticked), she doesn't want to see him seriously injured.] Though...

[And it finally occurs to her: he hasn't been taking lyrium. She remembers Samson, begging on the streets for the stuff. And Cullen has been off it for...] How long have you been here?

[happiertimes]

For you, yes.

[While he still has the capabilities to use his Templar skills, the pain involved because of the very lack of lyrium they are discussing is worse than the pain of just going without the damn stuff.

At her question, he merely raises an eyebrow in question.]

Six months, I believe. Why?

[indigobird]

[...and if Hawke knew it'd be literally painful she wouldn't try and see if he could do it.

She frowns at his answer. Six months. That's... not an insignificant amount of time.]

And you've had no lyrium that entire time?

[happiertimes]

[ Yes, well, he knows that it will be painful. Which is why he's not wasting his energy to try and do it without the use of lyrium. There's only so much he can suffer through without making the pain truly known and he'd rather keep all signs of weakness confined to himself and Iona. ]

I've been without lyrium since Cassandra and Leliana came to Kirkwall on behalf of Divine Justinia and asked me to join the Inquisition. I believe that would be closer to three years at this point.

[indigobird]

[Well, Cullen, you get to see Hawke genuinely shocked. Her brow shoots up on her head and she looks honestly dumbfounded for a moment.]

As Varric would say: well, shit. How'd you buck the addiction? I've seen templars peddling for it on the streets, giving every coin they had to it.