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🛡️ Inquisitor Alleyana Tabris of Clan Lavellan ([personal profile] inquisitor_lavellan) wrote2016-09-18 06:02 pm
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I’m a veteran of things I don’t want to be

When: Pre-RP game, back on Alley's world.
Warnings: Torture... for medical purposes.
Who: Cole, Alleyana, (NPC) The Iron Bull, (NPC) Varric Tethras

The Iron Bull was the only one available who both wouldn't flinch, and had the brute strength to make a clean break with the ball-pin hammer in his hand. He held Alleyana's wrist down against the table with one huge hand and whenever the healers told him to, he'd strike where they told him and snap a bone.

In between, the bone would be straightened, sorted out, and Varric would hold a vial of elfroot potion to Alley's lips for her to drink. Not for the bone; the healers had to tend that, but for the flesh that had been crushed between skin and bone.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, unbidden, and she buried her face in Varric's shoulder in between rounds of potion, trying to hide the reaction and muffle any sounds that tore their way free.

For his own part, Varric had grown progressively paler, and his hand shook when he lifted the latest vial of elfroot. "Are you sure we need to do the whole hand in one day?" he asked, queasy.
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[personal profile] hugs_for_nugs 2016-09-19 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
As was typical for his entrances, Cole was suddenly there. Watching, observing, soaking in the thoughts and feelings in the room. There was so much, it cluttered his mind. The Iron Bull tried to think of little, least of all the pain he caused a friend with the too-small hammer in his hand.

The Inquisitor was bright, always bright, but now sharp. Bright, blinding, breaking, bleeding and then there was another crack that drew Cole out from his dark corner. A healer, a delicate human mage with a pinched face, jumped as he revealed himself.

"Why must he do that? It's unnatural. Demons lurk on the edges, waiting, watching, wanting my fear." The healer went pale and Cole snapped his attention to Varric, barely aware that he'd spoken aloud.

"This all troubles you too much," he muttered in Varric's direction. "You've seen this pain too many times. It doesn't get any easier, too much too much."