3rd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

The words had been following Dante around. Sometimes he swore he could catch sight of his own face but with different angles, in the corner of his eyes, in the mirror. It was weird. Too weird even for booze.

So eventually he'd gotten out of bed and stumbled into the common room to get some food. Maybe a change of scenery would stop it from following him around. Except there it was again, conveniently spelled out in fridge magnets in front of him.

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

"What is your problem," he muttered.

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[rebelseekspizza]

"What I'm talking about isn't liquid."

He kicked the fridge shut. "'Course, I'd have to be off the island for that."

[good_for_six]

"Colour me intrigued." Isabela, no. She took a healthy swig, coughing at the burn. "Good luck doing that."

What she wouldn't give to be able to sail the Call right now.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante, don't get Isabela anything stronger than alcohol. Please.

"Might try to fight my way out later today," he said, shrugging, and shoved the cheese in his mouth. "Getting bored of this party."

[good_for_six]

It would not end well.

"Let me know if you do," she said. "I could do with a change of scenery."

And because that was just asking for trouble, the wall along one side of the common room faded into one made of stone blocks carved with unfamiliar lettering, and a tall, statuesque woman, hair white and skin inhumanly pale, horns growing back from her temples, picked a double of Isabela up by the throat and slammed her against the stone.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Sure, I'll--"

And then he actually jumped backwards, because that was pretty close, and also what the fuck?!

[good_for_six]

Isabela blinked, bottle frozen in place, as she watched the Qunari woman manhandle the other her.

"That's new," she managed.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shot her a sidelong glance, eyes wide. "Uh, something that happened...?"

[good_for_six]

Isabela shook her head. "I think I'd remember that."

She had no love for the Qunari, but what few direct encounters she'd had with them had been civil...and none of them had been quite that disturbingly attractive.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Weird," Dante said.

It was an all together way too small word for what he was actually thinking, but. Weird.

[good_for_six]

"Yeah," Isabela agreed. The vision faded as other Isabela started fighting back against the Qunari. "Did I look old to you?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante opened his mouth.

Then he shut it.

Then he opened it.

Then he shut it.

Finally he shot Isabela a look that read, I'm not sure there's a good way to answer that.

[good_for_six]

That was actually remarkably astute of him, just not very helpful. "Not old old, but older."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I guess?" Dante offered, squinting. "Why?"

[good_for_six]

"I don't know," Isabela said. "Just when that happens for stuff I remember I look younger, so who knows."

[rebelseekspizza]

"You think it's the future, or something?" Dante said. He frowned. "Thought there'd at least be a flippy-door car when that happened."

DeLorean, Dante. You meant a DeLorean.

[good_for_six]

Like Isabela knew what that was.

"Maybe? I'm not sure why though, if it's supposed to be a warning,I already know to avoid Qunari"

Ahahahahahaha. Ha.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged. "Hey, the walls have been yelling at me about some brother I don't know about all morning," he said. "Who knows?"

[good_for_six]

"Could be a..." Isabela cast about for the word. "...metaphorical brother?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"A what?" Dante asked, after a beat.

[good_for_six]

"You know like whoever that is is in the Chantry, or one of those people the school sticks you with, or who just calls people that despite not being related to them."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Like a cult, maybe?" Dante said, frowning.

Couldn't see himself getting involved with a cult.

[good_for_six]

"You seem too sensible to get involved in a cult."

But then, so had Hari.

And she was going to take another drink from her bottle and ignore the form of her mother appearing on other end of the couch and clucking her tongue at her, she didn't get to judge her life choices any more.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante looked past her and frowned at that vision of her mother. "Yeah, I'd like to think so," he said absently.

[good_for_six]

"I mean you'd never suddenly decide slavery wasn't slavery if you called it a code," Isabela said as she continued completely ignoring her mother.

"Naishe, sweeting, the Qun isn't slavery, I've told you this."

Completely ignoring.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's eyes darted from the woman to Isabela and back again, as he weighed the pros and cons of bringing it up.

The cons far outweighed the pros.

"Nah, slavery's slavery," he said, "The rest is just talking bullshit."