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TFLN aka Tales from Folkmore

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[He's going to be here a while, it seems. Heine slides down the wall so he can sit on the floor. He's only staying so Mariane won't end up choking on her own vomit or something, so he tells himself.]

I don't know anything about monarchy shit, but power grabs like that are pretty standard everywhere.

[yuuuuuuuup. sorry, not sorry!]

Yes. They are. But we had no choice. We had to wrest power back into the rightful hands. There was a civil war to end. And the Maker damned Blight.

[A lot of these concepts are things he doesn't really get in a personal sense. He'd only been existing in the broader world for a few years, and even then, the boundaries of that were so small, things that affect entire countries are only for the history books if anything had been written down at all. The level of empathy there is tiny, like one might consider a vaguely depressing film plot.]

Shit sucks... People have said they went back, to the same time they left.

[At least one person had mentioned that on the network, but Heine had never engaged in discussion about it.]

Kinda pointless to fixate on it if it's not moving on without you.

[Like he'd originally thought things went, when they had talked previously.]

[they did. but since then, Things Have Happened. including someone who left her beloved to die which she just. can't comprehend. she can't understand a world without Alistair in it]

I--There are others. From my world. Not mine anymore.

[He snorts at that, because it's what he'd dealt with right off.]

Someone from mine got here before me, but from a different time after the moment I left... and she'd been to other worlds like this too. I don't know if there's one timeline we're both from, or they're alternate.

[He hasn't talked about this much, because it hadn't bothered him in any significant way, aside from initial awkwardness.]

I figured that happened a lot around here.

Alternates. Alternates. With Andraste's grace, may they be alternates. My---my beloved is worth a thousand of me. His spirit is brave, kind, bold, gentle, and strong. He deserves to live. In every Thedas imaginable. He is the rightful king. He is the rock that the recovering Ferelden can build upon.

["and I don't deserve to live" goes unsaid]

[Aw, shit, he's dead. The binge drinking makes more sense now. Heine would like there to be alternates, timelines where maybe things went differently and people lived, for those to be possibilities. It's depressing to think about, instead of hopeful, because the immediate thought that follows is an assurance he would have fucked up in every timeline. Being predisposed to pessimistic outlooks himself, he's not going to be very good at this and might make it worse.]

Fuck those other timelines, right? He's alive in yours.

[Let that be good enough. He gestures for the jug of cider.]

I'm taking that back. Slide it over.

[yes. in at least one Thedas, he's dead. Mariane can't help but look back on her own history with a bitter laugh, knowing that she'd done everything she could think of to make him ready to take the throne on his own. but. she always knew she had becoming his queen to look forward to.

even if she was only a mistress, she'd have taken it.

but she doubts that other Wardens who'd loved him felt the same.

so, Grey Wardens. together. even if it meant denying Alistair's blood, his birthright, his destiny.

and then Alistair's needless sacrifice in the Fade, followed by his death]

He--he is! He's alive in mine! We're getting married in mine!

[she slides the jug of cider over to him]

...thank you.

[That went better than expected, and he makes the tiniest surprised noise of approval.]

Right... So sitting here doing this shit isn't getting you anywhere near your potential if you want to go back.

[If it works that way. He takes the jug and keeps it next to him, but he's not going to have any.]

[she's afraid that she seems frantic. that and very, very drunk]

My potential...I thought I'd already met it? I did everything I set out to do and killed those who needed to die.

[probably for the best. she's going to have one Void of a hangover tomorrow, best not add to it]

['Kill those who needed to die' was all he'd thought he'd ever need to do too, but it's difficult to achieve with immortality factors.]

Looks like that doesn't count as potential to the fox.

[fortunately, humans and Darkspawn die much more easily and more permanently. the Archdemon, on the other hand...]

Then, what would? I know I need to bear an heir to the throne, but I can hardly do that here, without my Alistair.

Fuck if I know.

[That's pretty much all he's got.]

Yes. I agree. So, perhaps my king will join me?

[she tries to sound hopeful and almost succeeds]

If the fox is pulling a lot of people from your world, maybe he will.

[He sounds nothing but bored, but he tried.]

Now shut up before I change my mind and go home.

No, I would wish you to stay.

[though, she tries to stealthily draw the jug of cider back towards herself. she's a rogue, she can do stealth. when sober, at least)

[She can have it back, mainly because the moment he notices her reaching for it, Heine vacates his space and moves further away on instinct, nudging the jug a little with his foot.]

Take it, just stay over there!

[and she takes one long, ladylike drink off of the jug, gasping slightly when she lets it go]

I will.

I miss my king.

[Why is he still here? Fuck. His skin feels crawly with the idea he actually might give a shit about her wellbeing in some capacity.]

I know, but this isn't helping anything...

[Heine has no coping skills to pass on though, and he doesn't exactly disapprove of wallowing.]

Fuck it. Drink the whole fucking thing and cry until you throw up all over the floor. I'm sure your king would approve.

[she has a way of making people do that]

--no! No, he--he wouldn't. He would worry about me. He...when I'm sad, he tries to make me feel better. Even when he's sad, too.

Nh...

[He's just going to half-listen to the rest of this...]

[it was absolutely the right choice to divert her to how Alistair would feel about her like this]

He's a good man. And he'll be an exceptional king, one his father can be proud of.

[still slurred, but thinking about Alistair makes her feel stronger]

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