[ Not everyone wants it or needs it but- there'd been a hole in Asher Hardie. Something no amount of fucking and fighting and drinking could fill. Something only family and understanding could manage- only friends and affection could begin to top off. He don't rightly know why he felt so bereft-
But Mal was pleased as anything to offer his share. ]
He needs- needed. It. [ Past tense and that'll always feel like swallowing glass, won't it? Mal distracts himself by turning his face enough, pressing lips that aren't as cut as they feel they ought to be against her palm. Murmurs like it's a secret she oughta hold fast to. ] We'd joke about gett'n married. You ever hear that? 'Bout mak'n an honest man outta him.
[ Asher had always been kinder than he had appeared, at least to Merrill. A honey badger with emphasis on the honey, with claws that he hadn't ever dug into her. So many of those who had come to the Inquisition had seemed alone even when surrounded, and Merrill thinks that she's drawn to them because she understands it.
Mal is like that, sometimes. They all have their pasts that they don't want to bring up, emptiness that they can't fill by themselves. ]
I hadn't, [ but she laughs slightly, thumb stroking his cheekbone. ] I know when I went to see him, he'd tease me about how you'd be offended that I was seeing him without you. I told him that you'd just have to deal with it.
[ No romantic relationship will prevent her from seeing her friends. But that is something she thinks Mal will understand himself, will appreciate. ]
I'm sure it would have been a lovely ceremony, though.
All het up cuz I missed out. Don't rightly know if I ever saw the two a'you together. Musta been a sight. The hijinks that must have ensued.
[ Two people that he held dear knock'n around together? It woulda been somth'n to see. His heart twists in his chest at the thought- knowing he'll never get that chance. But they got their memories. They got their stories to share. It'll haveta be enough. ]
You coulda been our flower girl. Pranc'n down the procession, toss'n flowers everywhere. I think that's what you do at weddings.
I think we scandalized all of Skyhold once, [ she muses. But- she knows. All the things that could have been, that should have been, that now can't happen. It's hard. It hurts. ]
Probably not at Avvar weddings, but I don't know which one of you would sing. [ Out of all she doesn't know about Avvar, she knows this bit thanks to Asher. ] I'd have had Bronson and Jayne come with me, running through the flowers.
[ At the mention of Jayne, she drops her hand down to scratch the dog behind the ears; she hasn't forgotten about you, dearest. ]
[ He tips his head down, brushing her hair with his lips, chuffing soft laughter into the dark strands. Oh how his heart aches. How his very bones ache. And they got a long ride yet. Still he's in no hurry to leave the warmth of the stable.
Jayne's even content for all that he needs a run, butting his muzzle up into Merrill's hand. ]
Prolly me. Asher had a unique sing'n voice. I'd need a coupla beers though. Or maybe you coulda sung, bet you got a lovely voice, Chatton.
[ They can hurt and be happy at the same time. Mal was a soldier. Merrill was the First, and this is not the first friend she has lost to something slow and smoldering instead of something fast. It doesn't make it hurt less, but it does mean she knows a bit more of how to handle it for herself.
But only a bit. ]
Oh- well, I don't know, really. I've only ever really sung for myself. [ And Honeysuckle, but he's never really expressed criticism about the singing. ] Asher told me that for Avvar weddings, the bride sings and the man marrying her has to untie knots. However many knots he unties are the number of years they're married for.
[ There's a little laugh, her head tilting back slightly so she can look up at Mal. Jayne gets another scratch and then her hand moves to find one of Mal's instead. ]
I imagine he'd have made sure the wedding was like that. Honest, but only for a little bit.
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Date: 2016-08-16 03:06 am (UTC)[ Not everyone wants it or needs it but- there'd been a hole in Asher Hardie. Something no amount of fucking and fighting and drinking could fill. Something only family and understanding could manage- only friends and affection could begin to top off. He don't rightly know why he felt so bereft-
But Mal was pleased as anything to offer his share. ]
He needs- needed. It. [ Past tense and that'll always feel like swallowing glass, won't it? Mal distracts himself by turning his face enough, pressing lips that aren't as cut as they feel they ought to be against her palm. Murmurs like it's a secret she oughta hold fast to. ] We'd joke about gett'n married. You ever hear that? 'Bout mak'n an honest man outta him.
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Date: 2016-08-16 03:15 am (UTC)Mal is like that, sometimes. They all have their pasts that they don't want to bring up, emptiness that they can't fill by themselves. ]
I hadn't, [ but she laughs slightly, thumb stroking his cheekbone. ] I know when I went to see him, he'd tease me about how you'd be offended that I was seeing him without you. I told him that you'd just have to deal with it.
[ No romantic relationship will prevent her from seeing her friends. But that is something she thinks Mal will understand himself, will appreciate. ]
I'm sure it would have been a lovely ceremony, though.
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Date: 2016-08-16 04:30 am (UTC)[ Two people that he held dear knock'n around together? It woulda been somth'n to see. His heart twists in his chest at the thought- knowing he'll never get that chance. But they got their memories. They got their stories to share. It'll haveta be enough. ]
You coulda been our flower girl. Pranc'n down the procession, toss'n flowers everywhere. I think that's what you do at weddings.
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Date: 2016-08-16 04:36 am (UTC)Probably not at Avvar weddings, but I don't know which one of you would sing. [ Out of all she doesn't know about Avvar, she knows this bit thanks to Asher. ] I'd have had Bronson and Jayne come with me, running through the flowers.
[ At the mention of Jayne, she drops her hand down to scratch the dog behind the ears; she hasn't forgotten about you, dearest. ]
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Date: 2016-08-16 05:00 am (UTC)[ He tips his head down, brushing her hair with his lips, chuffing soft laughter into the dark strands. Oh how his heart aches. How his very bones ache. And they got a long ride yet. Still he's in no hurry to leave the warmth of the stable.
Jayne's even content for all that he needs a run, butting his muzzle up into Merrill's hand. ]
Prolly me. Asher had a unique sing'n voice. I'd need a coupla beers though. Or maybe you coulda sung, bet you got a lovely voice, Chatton.
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Date: 2016-08-16 05:11 am (UTC)But only a bit. ]
Oh- well, I don't know, really. I've only ever really sung for myself. [ And Honeysuckle, but he's never really expressed criticism about the singing. ] Asher told me that for Avvar weddings, the bride sings and the man marrying her has to untie knots. However many knots he unties are the number of years they're married for.
[ There's a little laugh, her head tilting back slightly so she can look up at Mal. Jayne gets another scratch and then her hand moves to find one of Mal's instead. ]
I imagine he'd have made sure the wedding was like that. Honest, but only for a little bit.