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Carver sheathed his sword once he was sure each threat had been neutralised. Trust Marian to agree to run off and help a strange and dangerous looking elf seek revenge without so much as a second thought. And now here he was covered in maker knows what. Varric nudged his side and nodded towards the door the elf had all but flew out of a moment ago. And of course, Marian was following him.
He huffed to himself as he descended the staircase, with Varric at his side, reaching the bottom of the door to hear raised voices. At this rate, he’d have to deliver the news to his mother that Marian had had her heart crushed in her chest by an angry elf.
“If you have a problem with my sister, you have a problem with me.” Carver announced dutifully as he stepped outside to join them, Varric right behind him.
“I imagine I appear ungrateful. If so, I apologise for nothing could be further from the truth.” The elf nodded politely and continued his apology. Carver watched carefully, just in case he needed to jump in to save his sister. Though the idea of fighting the elf didn't fill him with confidence. His sister seemed to accept the apology easily, not even remotely thrown by his view of mages. Sometimes he thought she got the easier job, it seemed like keeping everyone safe was an awful lot easier than keeping Marian safe.
He heard the elf chuckle, a pleased smirk and a cough quickly covering any sign of amusement. It took Carver a moment to recall Marian’s words. Seems like a waste of a perfectly handsome elf. Carver groaned to himself as he took in her words. He dared a glance over to Varric who was smiling broadly, clearly enjoying Marians attempt at flirting. She'd never been much good at it.
The elf nodded and they parted ways, the three of them travelling through the dark city of Kirkwall. It was convenient that their home was so close to Varric’s residence at the Hanged Man for Carver wouldn't want to travel in any smaller number through Lowtown.
“Well Hawke, that was ah- interesting.” Varric chuckled as they moved through the silent streets.
“He had quite a nice voice don't you think?” Marian grinned. “Almost intoxicating.”
“Maker Marian,” Carver groaned. “All of Kirkwall and the angry elf who hates mages and can put his hand through your chest is the one that catches your eye.”
“I’ve not forgot your delightfully dull Lothering conquests. Besides, you underestimate my undeniable charm.” Marian laughed.
Carver snorted before he could help himself. “You're awfully smug for a Lowtown apostate Marian.”
“Careful Junior, apostates not a word you want to throw about Lowtown.” They stopped in front of the Hanged Man. “Well, goodnight. Try not to kill each other between here and Gamlen’s.”
Marian waved goodbye to Varric in her typical dramatic flair, turning to face her brother with a goofy lopsided grin. “You know Carver, with all this frowning you’re starting to look like Gamlen.”
Carver snorted in response as they climbed the stairs to Gamlen’s house. Carver placed his weapon by the door and began unfastening his armour as Marian slipped into the other room. “Goodnight sister.”
“Night.” Her voice called back to him.
“Marian!” Mother exclaimed disgruntled. Carver smirked as her heard Marian’s muffled voice, no doubt profusely apologising to their light sleeper of a mother.
He settled into his bedroll stretched out in the living area of the small decrepit house and found himself drifting to sleep peacefully. For all Marian drove him crazy with her reckless antics and flamboyant use of magic he loved his sister and was grateful to still have her and mother.