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[Raeona]

I have a question. Why does the title call this place The Blanketfort?

 

Because after your sensitive little heart is battered and bruised by the tragedy of Solas (as a romance option, as a friend, as a well written character in general), here you may find somewhere safe to be comforted. The Blanket-fort it is a bountiful land of blankets, hot chocolates, and fairy lights probably.  

[FernRain]

Because of my dream I played through the romance cut scenes again.

 

Ouch. Still hurts.

I need Cole. And Dorian.

 

Spoiler

The wee cinnamon roll makes me feel better just looking at him. It's like magic.

[Eivuwan]

Because of my dream I played through the romance cut scenes again.

 

Ouch. Still hurts.

I need Cole. And Dorian.

 

Spoiler

The wee cinnamon roll makes me feel better just looking at him. It's like magic.

 

I like Cole, but I'm also glad he doesn't exist in real life. That mind reading stuff and saying it out loud in front of others is just too much.

[Sable Rhapsody]

Grad AU time!  No more updates until Sunday at the earliest; I'll be recovering from BlizzCon

 

Spoiler

Last call at the Dowager's wine bar was an hour ago, but that didn't matter.  Bastien du Ghyslain kept his own reserve.  He slid a flask of apple brandy out of his vest pocket and winked at Vivienne when the bartender was occupied wiping glasses.  With a flick of his wrist, both of their empty wine glasses had an inch of lovely amber liquid, not a drop spilled.  She caught a glimpse of his monogrammed initials etched on the flask.

 

"I'm sorry about the poor presentation," he said. 

 

Vivienne's smile came easily.  She raised her glass and took a sip; the brandy wasn't spoiled in the least by the lingering tartness of the wine.  If anything, the flavors complimented each other, and she had the sneaking suspicion that he'd used this trick in the past.  He had ordered the original bottle, after all.

 

"Monsieur," she said, carefully setting her glass back down.  "Any man who is so prepared for every eventuality is a man worth knowing."

 

"Bastien," he insisted.  "I can't stand on ceremony after--" he glanced at his watch "--nearly seven hours in such enchanting company."

 

She blinked.  Had the time really flown by so quickly?  It seemed like only moments ago, they'd been sitting down to dinner with the rest of the faculty and students.  

"What did you think of Professor Montfort's latest public lecture?" she said to cover her moment of surprise.  "Some of the marketing research comes from my work as an undergraduate."

 

Bastien chuckled softly.  "I was wondering where the old dog got such a brilliant idea.  Certainly not from himself."  He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.  "Though you didn't hear it from me."

 

Yet again, he had her on the back foot.  She was spared the difficulty of finding something polite to say when Bastien continued, still in that whisper.

 

"In truth, I didn't give much of a damn what he thought.  I was more interested in your contributions tonight."

 

"Mine?"  Now she could afford a polite laugh.  "I should apologize, then, for putting you on the spot during dinner."

 

He shook his head emphatically.  "I know what doing business in Val Royeaux entails.  I've made my fortune on the Game for the last decade."  He leaned back in the secluded booth and drained the rest of his brandy.  "But I tire of seeing the same players, and you are an interesting addition."

 

She'd told Solas that false modesty didn't become either of them, and she intended on taking her own advice.  "I certainly hope so," she said.  "I plan on playing for some time yet."

 

"Excellent.  The Game needs fresh blood."

 

Coming from anyone else, it would have sounded threatening.  A warning not to let her ambition outstrip her reach.  But he said it with a roguish grin that turned it into a compliment on a dime.  She'd have to remember that trick in the future, and the one with the apple brandy.

 

"Closing in fifteen," the bartender called.  Vivienne glanced around, but couldn't see their fellow patrons thanks to the booth's high walls.  From the relative quiet, she guessed that there weren't many others left.

 

Bastien pushed his glass to the edge of the table.  "Let me give you a ride back home," he said. 

 

Vivienne shook her head.  The neighborhood around the university was presentable enough, but who knew what Solas and Dorian were up to at this hour?  "The university finally invested in a campus-sponsored cab service.  I'll use that."

 

"Certainly, since you helped lobby for it."

 

Vivienne didn't bother hiding her satisfied smile; he'd done his homework.  It was such a relief, finding someone who actually lived up to his reputation in the oversaturated market of Val Royeaux.  

 

But the evening had one more reward in store for her.  As they were on their way out the door, Bastien opened his wallet and handed her his business card, though she'd received one after dinner.  She flipped it over to see a date and event scribbled on the back.

 

"The Satinalia Charity Ball?" she read, hardly daring to believe her eyes.

 

"I donate every year to the university, and it always seemed like such a shame that the supposed beneficiaries--students--never have a chance to see the ball," he said lightly.  "Would you like to humor me?"

 

He phrased it as her doing him a favor, though they both knew it was the other way around.  This was it.  The little slip of cardboard in her hand was her ticket in.  Her first real arena in the Game.  They smiled at each other, and their gazes lingered for far too long.

 

"I would love to," she said.

[Hanako Ikezawa]

Because after your sensitive little heart is battered and bruised by the tragedy of Solas (as a romance option, as a friend, as a well written character in general), here you may find somewhere safe to be comforted. The Blanket-fort it is a bountiful land of blankets, hot chocolates, and fairy lights probably.  

Thanks for answering.

[FernRain]

I like Cole, but I'm also glad he doesn't exist in real life. That mind reading stuff and saying it out loud in front of others is just too much.

 

True. But if he only appeared when you were alone? Then he'd just be there to heal the hurt. And maybe make you forget.

[MayriyaNoori]

Grad AU time!  No more updates until Sunday at the earliest; I'll be recovering from BlizzCon
 

Spoiler

Last call at the Dowager's wine bar was an hour ago, but that didn't matter.  Bastien du Ghyslain kept his own reserve.  He slid a flask of apple brandy out of his vest pocket and winked at Vivienne when the bartender was occupied wiping glasses.  With a flick of his wrist, both of their empty wine glasses had an inch of lovely amber liquid, not a drop spilled.  She caught a glimpse of his monogrammed initials etched on the flask.
 
"I'm sorry about the poor presentation," he said. 
 
Vivienne's smile came easily.  She raised her glass and took a sip; the brandy wasn't spoiled in the least by the lingering tartness of the wine.  If anything, the flavors complimented each other, and she had the sneaking suspicion that he'd used this trick in the past.  He had ordered the original bottle, after all.
 
"Monsieur," she said, carefully setting her glass back down.  "Any man who is so prepared for every eventuality is a man worth knowing."
 
"Bastien," he insisted.  "I can't stand on ceremony after--" he glanced at his watch "--nearly seven hours in such enchanting company."
 
She blinked.  Had the time really flown by so quickly?  It seemed like only moments ago, they'd been sitting down to dinner with the rest of the faculty and students.  
"What did you think of Professor Montfort's latest public lecture?" she said to cover her moment of surprise.  "Some of the marketing research comes from my work as an undergraduate."
 
Bastien chuckled softly.  "I was wondering where the old dog got such a brilliant idea.  Certainly not from himself."  He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.  "Though you didn't hear it from me."
 
Yet again, he had her on the back foot.  She was spared the difficulty of finding something polite to say when Bastien continued, still in that whisper.
 
"In truth, I didn't give much of a damn what he thought.  I was more interested in your contributions tonight."
 
"Mine?"  Now she could afford a polite laugh.  "I should apologize, then, for putting you on the spot during dinner."
 
He shook his head emphatically.  "I know what doing business in Val Royeaux entails.  I've made my fortune on the Game for the last decade."  He leaned back in the secluded booth and drained the rest of his brandy.  "But I tire of seeing the same players, and you are an interesting addition."
 
She'd told Solas that false modesty didn't become either of them, and she intended on taking her own advice.  "I certainly hope so," she said.  "I plan on playing for some time yet."
 
"Excellent.  The Game needs fresh blood."
 
Coming from anyone else, it would have sounded threatening.  A warning not to let her ambition outstrip her reach.  But he said it with a roguish grin that turned it into a compliment on a dime.  She'd have to remember that trick in the future, and the one with the apple brandy.
 
"Closing in fifteen," the bartender called.  Vivienne glanced around, but couldn't see their fellow patrons thanks to the booth's high walls.  From the relative quiet, she guessed that there weren't many others left.
 
Bastien pushed his glass to the edge of the table.  "Let me give you a ride back home," he said. 
 
Vivienne shook her head.  The neighborhood around the university was presentable enough, but who knew what Solas and Dorian were up to at this hour?  "The university finally invested in a campus-sponsored cab service.  I'll use that."
 
"Certainly, since you helped lobby for it."
 
Vivienne didn't bother hiding her satisfied smile; he'd done his homework.  It was such a relief, finding someone who actually lived up to his reputation in the oversaturated market of Val Royeaux.  
 
But the evening had one more reward in store for her.  As they were on their way out the door, Bastien opened his wallet and handed her his business card, though she'd received one after dinner.  She flipped it over to see a date and event scribbled on the back.
 
"The Satinalia Charity Ball?" she read, hardly daring to believe her eyes.
 
"I donate every year to the university, and it always seemed like such a shame that the supposed beneficiaries--students--never have a chance to see the ball," he said lightly.  "Would you like to humor me?"
 
He phrased it as her doing him a favor, though they both knew it was the other way around.  This was it.  The little slip of cardboard in her hand was her ticket in.  Her first real arena in the Game.  They smiled at each other, and their gazes lingered for far too long.
 
"I would love to," she said.

Out of likes, but awesome.

And why do I like Viv so much more reading fanfics than I do in game?

[Sable Rhapsody]

Out of likes, but awesome.

And why do I like Viv so much more reading fanfics than I do in game?

 

Because in fanfiction, she's being her delightful ice queen self to someone other than your PC 

[Eivuwan]

True. But if he only appeared when you were alone? Then he'd just be there to heal the hurt. And maybe make you forget.

 

I don't want to forget though.

[Hanako Ikezawa]

I don't want to forget though.

Go the "Make Him More Human" route. He still heals the hurt, but can't make you forget. 

[MayriyaNoori]

Because in fanfiction, she's being her delightful ice queen self to someone other than your PC 

I really do need to work on my male Lavellan play through.

 

She freaking adores my male Lavellan.

[Eivuwan]

Go the "Make Him More Human" route. He still heals the hurt, but can't make you forget. 

 

I don't like the human choice. He is who he is even if I don't like that he can read my mind.

[Hanako Ikezawa]

I don't like the human choice. He is who he is even if I don't like that he can read my mind.

But if you go the Spirit route, he erases who he is. He goes from being Cole to being Compassion. 

[TheEggCrusher]

But if you go the Spirit route, he erases who he is. He goes from being Cole to being Compassion. 

 

I don't like the human choice. He is who he is even if I don't like that he can read my mind.

The whole point is that neither choice is "right." Weekes purposefully did that, and he even said he doesn't know which choice is best. 

[FernRain]

I probably wouldn't wanna forget either. Emotions have their uses (like fueling my passion for art).

[drosophila]

The whole point is that neither choice is "right." Weekes purposefully did that, and he even said he doesn't know which choice is best.

Agreed, IMO Cole's personal mission is the ultimate grey choice in the game.

[drosophila]

I probably wouldn't wanna forget either. Emotions have their uses (like fueling my passion for art).

I wouldn't want to forget. I look at it like this: Do I want to forget playing the game and experiencing the story, hellspiral included? Nope. So if I were the PC I wouldn't want to forget either.

[Cee]

I've said it before, but I was genuinely surprised how much Cole's quest either seems gray to people or is polarizing. I was also surprised how many chose human. Cole is a spirit so it was an easy choice to me. He let go of the pain of being unable to save mage Cole, and there was no way I wanted to change who this spirit was. Making peace with the templar, well that 'freed' him from his obligations to mage Cole and his memory.

 

Now, I do understand the other side of the decision but this was, for me, one of the easiest decisions in the game.

 

edit:

Not that it isn't bittersweet, of course. But after how sad him forgetting mage Cole is, the fact he's so light and free and happy made me feel happy too and I don't think I could ever do human Cole.

[MayriyaNoori]

I wouldn't want to forget. I look at it like this: Do I want to forget playing the game and experiencing the story, hellspiral included? Nope. So if I were the PC I wouldn't want to forget either.

 

Yeah.......I mean, it was the hellspiral feels that motivated me to find someone to make my Lavellan happy. And that is going fabulous I might add.

 

Zevran: I agree.

Me: You're back? Where's Aaryn?

Zevran: Resting. She is resting.

 

>_>

 

 

Wrong thread. Sorta.

 

GD I'll just sit back in the other thread, I suck at this.

[Cee]

I wouldn't want to forget. I look at it like this: Do I want to forget playing the game and experiencing the story, hellspiral included? Nope. So if I were the PC I wouldn't want to forget either.

 

Given my life....and how I am.....clearly experiences, feelings included, lead to something. Nirwen wouldn't want to forget and neither would I.

[MayriyaNoori]

I've said it before, but I was genuinely surprised how much Cole's quest either seems gray to people or is polarizing. I was also surprised how many chose human. Cole is a spirit so it was an easy choice to me. He let go of the pain of being unable to save mage Cole, and there was no way I wanted to change who this spirit was. Making peace with the templar, well that 'freed' him from his obligations to mage Cole and his memory.

 

Now, I do understand the other side of the decision but this was, for me, one of the easiest decisions in the game.

 

edit:

Not that it isn't bittersweet, of course. But after how sad him forgetting mage Cole is, the fact he's so light and free and happy made me feel happy too and I don't think I could ever do human Cole.

I like both choices with Cole.....but can I just say....

 

Spirit Cole gets mega props because of Krem feels.

 

Krem and Maryden are freaking adorable. Like, if I had any confidence in writing I would write that ship because it made my heart freaking flutter.

[Cee]

I like both choices with Cole.....but can I just say....

 

Spirit Cole gets mega props because of Krem feels.

 

Krem and Maryden are freaking adorable. Like, if I had any confidence in writing I would write that ship because it made my heart freaking flutter.

 

I squealed.

[MayriyaNoori]

I squealed.

I had the biggest, dumbest grin on my face. Like omg.

 

I need to have them make a cameo in my Zevellan fic. It must happen now. I demand it of myself.

[Cee]

I had the biggest, dumbest grin on my face. Like omg.

 

I need to have them make a cameo in my Zevellan fic. It must happen now. I demand it of myself.

 

The sequence went like this for me:

 

"OMG Zither!"

 

.....

 

"OMG KREM!" *girly squealing*

 

[They say cute stuff]

 

*continued girly squealing*

[MayriyaNoori]

The sequence went like this for me:

 

"OMG Zither!"

 

.....

 

"OMG KREM!" *girly squealing*

 

[They say cute stuff]

 

*continued girly squealing*

You know, I'm wary of Zither now because Cole said "No, you need someone nice."

 

So....according to Cole, Zither isn't nice. Or at least wouldn't be to Maryden.

 

=/