DAI Glitch Fic
-
Upload
harrison-sayre -
Category
Documents
-
view
231 -
download
0
description
Transcript of DAI Glitch Fic
Skyhold’s Disappearing Décor
“There are supposed to be 52 copies of Hard in Hightown in the library!” The librarian
paced in perturbed circles. “There are only four! Four! Whatever will I do?”
Inquisitor Lavellan sighed. “I’ll see if I can locate them for you.” She liked to help the
residents of Skyhold, and she had been planning to read Hard in Hightown, but finding lost
books was still low on the list of priorities. The librarian continued pacing as Lavellan headed
upstairs to start her search.
The first book was easily found on Leliana’s desk. Lavellan tentatively picked up the
contraband and raised an eyebrow at Leliana. “You… kidnapped a copy of Hard in Hightown?”
“Oh, Inquisitor. I was waiting for one of my agents to report, and I thought I’d read it.
We never did catch whoever was copying Varric.”
“Alright. Just, check it out next time. The librarian’s quite worried about all the missing
books.”
Lavellan walked around the edge of the room and down over the railing at Solas’s table
alone in the chamber in the chamber below. She missed him. He also owed her an explanation;
his feelings being “real” did not suffice. She went back downstairs to find several books near
Dorian.
“Dorian?”
“Inquisitor?”
“Why do you need six copies of Hard in Hightown?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never read that dwarf’s book.”
“Sure you haven’t. Next time check out the books. I’m pretty sure you can do so
anonymously if that’s your concern.”
After thoroughly examining the second floor of the rotunda, Lavellan remembered the
balcony of the third floor and ascended the stairs. Upon reaching the top she jumped back in
surprise, almost tumbling down the stairs. She was certain she hadn’t seen anyone go down the
stairs, yet everyone and their furnishings were gone. She picked up the few books scattered
around the room and the balcony. She was fairly certain they hadn’t jumped the balcony, but
couldn’t help looking. There wasn’t even a convenient roof to land on.
She returned downstairs to ask Dorian. Lavellan staggered in surprise. The second floor
was as empty as the third. Lavellan was starting to be concerned as she headed downstairs. At
least Solas’s desk was still there. She took a sip of his magically still warm tea and smiled at the
magic nails holding the desk in place. Sera had moved it one too many times.
Hiding in the rafters, Dorian and Sera gasped. “You said that desk had old elfy magic on
it.” Sera complained.
“It does have ancient elven magic on it. I told you, I can’t find the source and I can’t
undo it. I hate saying ‘I can’t.’ Please don’t make me repeat it.”
“The Inquisitor, an archer, can affect magic that you can’t. Can’t. But hey, everyone’s
got bad days, yeah?”
The Inquisitor stepped into the main hall and was relieved to see the throne, tables,
chairs, Varric, and other people all in their usual spaces. She walked over to Varric. “Hey
Inquisitor.”
“Hi Varric. The librarian says 48 copies of Hard in Hightown have gone missing. You
wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
“Hahaha” The Inquisitor stared at Varric. “Oh, wait, you’re not joking. Uh, no, no-one’s
threatened to steal my books. But if you ever feel like getting into some trouble, just let me
know.”
As the Inquisitor entered her chambers to search for more books, Sera and Dorian
approached Varric from the shadows.
“We have trouble to get into.”
After confusedly collecting around eleven books from her own chambers, Lavellan
returned to the main hall where, to her shock and dismay, much was missing. Her throne had
been replaced with a book. All the tables and chairs were gone, as was Varric. Lavellan
approached on of the remaining people in the hall, hoping for a witness.
“Inquisitor.”
“Yes, did you see what happened to –
“Inquisitor.”
“Yes, you already –
“Inquisitor.”
“You can really stop –
“Inquisitor.”
“Are you really going to keep –
“Inquisitor.”
“Please stop.”
“Ser.”
“Not Inquisitor?”
“Inquisitor.”
“Back to this I see.”
“Inquisitor.”
At this point, she gave up. Hoping Josephine would be able to explain the strange
conversation that just happened, Lavellan went in the direction of the war table. After the
previous disappearances, she was hardly surprised that Josephine was not in her room. She
picked up a stray copy of Hard in Hightown.
Behind her in the main hall Leliana snuck up on Dorian, Sera, and Varric. “What did you
do with Josephine?” The menace in her voice would have frightened them had they not been
expecting her.
“Don’t worry Nightingale.” Varric started to explain. “Ruffles is fine. We’ve got her
siblings keeping her occupied. They were more than happy to take part in a prank on the
illustrious Inquisitor.”
“Good. I’d noticed your little prank. I even added to it.”
“So, are you responsible for the ‘Inquisitor’ conversation? Brilliant touch I must say.”
Dorian commented.
“Yes, they were… convinced.”
The trouble makers were out of sight before the exhausted Inquisitor passed through into
the garden. She was no longer surprised at the lack of people, although the book floating in
midair beside a staircase threw her off a little. Lavellan climbed the staircase, jumped the railing,
and gracefully grabbed the book on her way down. Maybe this would all go back to normal if
she collected all the books, she hoped in vain.
However, deciding this was an unfortunately unlikely outcome, she descended the stairs
to the undercroft to retrieve her bow. The undercroft currently housed one metal tripod and
nothing else. Lavellan looked down at the tripod in dismay. She poked it harboring a fragment of
hope. The tripod slid a few inches away from her then toppled off the cliff. She sighed and
looked off the mountain for a few moments before returning to the great hall. Maybe Vivienne
would help her.
“How did you get rid of Vivienne?” Varric asked Sera.
“She was ‘invited’ to a fancy shmancy ball as the ‘guest of honor.’”
“Hah. Good idea. Is there a real ball?”
“No” Sera giggled, “I sent her to a Dalish hunting party.”
The Inquisitor walked into the tavern. Normally, she didn’t drink, but this day called for a
large alcoholic beverage. She wasn’t expecting any people, but the lack of alcohol alarmed her.
“Really? Even the drinks?” She exclaimed unaware of her slightly tipsy followers. Cole, Krem,
Iron Bull, and the bard had joined their numbers. Varric had convinced Cole and Iron Bull that
they were helping the Inquisitor. The bard came for Sera.
The Inquisitor then remembered the little room full of fancy alcohol she’d been gathering
from all over Thedas. After climbing down what felt like much too many stairs Lavellan entered
the tiny room only to have her bubble of hope quickly popped. The shelves were empty. “Not
even one bottle?” She asked the air in despair.
The Inquisitor headed for the kitchen, if it didn’t have alcohol, it might have comfort
food. The kitchen was empty. She checked all the cabinets. Definitely empty. She headed to the
healers’ tents, because at this point even elf root seemed appetizing. The tents were also empty.
The Inquisitor was exhausted. She walked around Skyhold’s grounds aimlessly waiting
for anything to happen. Then she was truly shocked.
“Cassandra!” Lavellan ran up to Cassandra to no response.
“Cassandra?” She said uncomprehendingly. Still no response.
“Cassandra.” She was losing hope.
“Damn it Cassandra.” Lavellan thunked her head onto the fake Cassandra’s shoulder and
proceeded to knock both it and herself to the ground. “Damn it Cassandra” came out slightly
muffled as she lay on the ground. The Inquisitor sat on the ground for a moment and rested her
chin in her hands. “Maybe I can sleep this off.” She looked at the fake Cassandra on the ground
next to her. “What do you think?”
Cassandra was actually dealing with some of her Nevarran family members and had left a
note which had in turn been conveniently snatched by Sera. Sera was having a very difficult time
not laughing maniacally at the Inquisitor talking to Dorian’s magically crafted (with some help
from Dagna and Harrit, although Blackwall made the wooden bits) copy of Cassandra.
The Inquisitor returned to her room only to discover all of her furniture gone. She felt
ready to cry. She’d take Corypheus over this nonsense any day. She did a mental walkthrough of
Skyhold and remembered Cullen had a bed. She vaguely recalled him saying something about
visiting the troops. At any rate she considered it unlikely that he would be there. When she
climbed the ladder in his section of the ramparts, she was so relieved to see a bed that she
collapsed to sleep on it.
The next morning Cullen returned from a visit to the troops. Tired after his long journey,
he went to his quarters. He was shocked to see the Inquisitor sleeping on the floor where his bed
had previously rested.
“Inquisitor?”
Lavellan rubbed her eyes, disoriented. “Cullen?” Then she realized she was talking to
another person. “Cullen!” She jumped up and hugged him. Cullen was confused, concerned, and
slightly uncomfortable. She continued to hug him.
“Is everything alright Inquisitor?”
Lavellan deliriously mumbled into his shoulder, practically crying. “You’re alive! I’m
not alone! Not everyone disappears. Please don’t leave me.”
Cullen pried her off his shoulder not sure what she had said but aware that she was upset.
“Inquisitor, um, why were you sleeping on the floor, in my room?”
“The, the floor?” Lavellan looked behind her. “There, there, there was a bed. I swear it!
There was a bed! It was there!”
Cullen, still thoroughly confused, tried to ask another question. “Alright, I’m sure there
was a bed.” The Inquisitor murmured “There was.” Before Cullen went on to ask, “Yes, but why
were you in my bed.”
Lavellan looked up at Cullen then looked away and blushed as she finally calmed down
enough to understand the question.
“Everything was gone.” She explained quietly. “The books, the desks, the tables, the
people, and my bed. I couldn’t find anyone. Then I couldn’t find any drinks. Then my bed. So,
when I saw your bed was still here…”
“Okay. And, what happened?” The Inquisitor looked like she was about to burst into
tears. “No, never mind. Um, let’s look for some people, alright? Preferably a healer. Or maybe
Cole.”
Lavellan quieted again and grabbed onto Cullen’s arm. “You’re not disappearing” she
whispered as they headed towards the field where the healers had resided.
Meanwhile, the ever-growing group of pranksters started to realize they may have made a
mistake.
“Shite” Sera exclaimed gesticulating at Cullen.
“I can’t believe we forgot him.” Dorian wondered while twirling his mustache.
“Don’t worry. Curly won’t figure it out. Besides, the Inquisitor could probly use a little
company right now.”
“No, it’ll only work if it’s just her.” Dorian explained.
“He’s right. We have to remove Cullen.” Leliana confirmed.
“I could just knock ‘em out. Nice and quick.” Iron Bull offered.
“Never one for subtlety were you.” Dorian shook his head.
“Worry. Knots turning in his stomach. She was strong for him and he wants to be strong
for her, but he doesn’t know how.” Everyone turned to Cole.
Shortly after the group had tied up Cullen and hidden him in a closet somewhere with the
little consolation that it was “all for the good of the Inquisitor.” The Inquisitor was clutching the
air in a panic, uncertain whether Cullen had really been there or had merely been a hopeful
hallucination. Lavellan decided to do another check of Skyhold to search for options of what to
do next. She discovered that there were no people, no weapons, no mounts, and that all the exits
had been sealed. All that was left were Skyhold’s building, some trees, and Solas’s desk. The
Inquisitor returned to the desk and picked up the teacup. It was warm as always, and she
wondered if people could hallucinate temperature. She sat against the desk and stared into the
little white teacup. She wondered what she would do if she could leave. She couldn’t run the
Inquisition by herself. She had no clan to return to. Damn shems. She would have to find new
weapons and advisors to search for her friends. She could climb over the wall, but she’d have no
horse, no bow, and no food.
The Inquisitor took a sip of the tea and barely felt it go down her throat.
“You’ve been drinking my tea, and you didn’t even ask. That’s unusually rude for you,
Lavellan.” A familiar voice bounced around the chamber. Lavellan took another sip of tea. Solas
walked around the desk until he was in front of the Inquisitor.
“Are you going to get up?” She looked at him and took another passive-aggressive sip of
tea. Solas sat down next to her against the desk. “I suppose I owe you an apology.”
Lavellan continued to look straight ahead and took another sip of tea.
“You really have nothing to say to me?” Solas felt a little hurt even though he knew he
had no right.
“I’ve decided not to talk to my hallucinations.” She took another sip of tea anooyed at
herself for talking to whom she was convinced was not really present.
Solas paused for a moment. Then he gently took the teacup from Lavellan and took a sip
of tea. Lavellan looked at him. “Do hallucinations take their tea from you, Inquisitor Lavellan?”
“No…” She sounded like she wanted to say more, but wasn’t sure what to say.
“Then I must be real.”
Lavellan narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, then she punched him. He flailed his
arms a little as he fell over. As an archer, the Inquisitor’s punch didn’t physically harm Solas, but
he certainly wasn’t expecting it. “Excuse me?”
“No.”
“What?”
“I said No.” You are not excused. How dare you. How dare you lie to me, leave me, and
then come back and pretend that nothing happened!”
“I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry.”
“You should be!” She snatched back the tea.
“I’m glad you like the tea.”
She looked at him while she took another sip.
“I’ve been using that teacup for a long time now.” She took another sip. “But I left it here
for you.” She lowered the teacup.
“Do you ever wash it?”
“Do I… You think I left you a dirty teacup?” Solas smiled a little at the absurdity of the
idea. “There are several enchantments on that teacup. One of which is a cleansing rune.”
Lavellan took another sip of tea. “Why did you leave?”
Solas sobered. “I did promise you an explanation. And I will give you one. Vhenan.”
The Inquisitor woke up, teacup still in hand. For a second she glanced around confused,
looking for Solas. She glared at the teacup. He left her. Again.
“How dare you” she angrily whispered at the teacup. “How dare you.”
The troublemakers looked on in concern as the Inquisitor then set down the teacup and
kicked the desk. She clenched her teeth to hide the pain in her foot. She glared down at the
teacup then shouted to no-one in particular “Magic nails! That’s why the desk is here!”
practically daring them to remove it. The Inquisitor picked up the teacup and sat in a tree
murmuring angrily at it.
The bard voiced her concerns to the tune of her song about Sera, “Sera never was the
brightest girl, and maybe this was a terrible plan. Perhaps we should help the Inquisitor.”
“She’s full of anger. He left her. Twice. But the teacup. He cares. But he left her. But the
teacup. She doesn’t understand. She wants solace and Solas but she has neither. She’s full of
anger. He left her. We left her. I don’t know if I can help her.” Cole looked at the others in
concern.
“Don’t worry.” Iron Bull commented. “She’s tough. One of the toughest people I know.
She’ll make it through this.”
“Are you sure?” Blackwall raised his concerns “It doesn’t seem like she’s going to be
better off after all this to me.”
“She’ll certainly appreciate us more” Sera added.
“Or she’ll hate us all” Leliana pointed out.
“Such an optimist.” Dorian commented. “I think she’ll last a little longer.”
Lavellan sat in a tree glaring at the teacup for many hours. She was angry. Solas had left
and considered this teacup a suitable replacement. However it was also the only form of
sustenance in Skyhold unless she wanted to eat the leaves of the tea. One of the many
enchantments on that teacup allowed Solas to sense the emotional state of the person using the
teacup. Another enchantment only allowed Solas and the Inquisitor to move the teacup. When he
got the message of angry, hungry, and annoyed at a teacup, he was rather puzzled. He realized he
had forgotten to ask Lavellan why she was upset when they met in the fade. He considered
meeting her in the fade again, but decided that would likely only make matters worse. He would
have to do this in person.
Inquisitor Lavellan was still sitting in the tree when she noticed the rocks in front of the
Skyhold main entrance being energized away. She gracefully leaped from the tree, teacup still in
hand, to get a better look. She almost tripped on a tree root, but she took a few extra steps to stay
upright and kept going as if it hadn’t happened.
Then she saw Solas. She stopped. The Inquisitor tried to sort out her feelings. On the one
hand, she was fairly certain she wouldn’t hallucinate him at present, so he was probably real. On
the other hand, he had left her twice, all her friends had left her, and if he really was present, how
long would it last? Just long enough to hurt her again?
She tentatively stepped forward.
“Solas.”
“Inquisitor.”
“I need answers.” The teacup shook ever so slightly in her tight grasp.
“Do you mind if we talk somewhere a little more private?”
At this point she wouldn’t have been surprised if the trees could eavesdrop, so she
gestured for him to lead the way and quietly told him to choose a spot. As they entered Skyhold,
Solas noticed a slight change in décor. “Inquisitor, what happened to all the furniture?”
“Assumedly the same thing that happened to all the people, horses, weapons, food, and
drinks.” There was an edge of bitterness in her voice.
“And what was that?”
“If I knew, I’d probably have shot it by now.”
The group trailing them took a step back and Dorian cast a barrier.
“With what?” Solas asked smiling a little.
She glared at him irritatedly. “I’d find a way.” Solas smiled; always persistent she was.
When they entered a tower of the ramparts Solas sealed the doors with magic.
“Wouldn’t want anyone following us.” Solas explained before they climbed up to the top
of the tower overlooking the snow-tipped mountains.
Meanwhile the group of troublemakers got stuck outside the door. Dorian failed to open
it with magic. Sera, Cole, and Varric failed to pick the lock. Iron Bull failed to knock down the
door.
“Shite! How’d he even know? It’s not like he saw us, yeah?” Sera complained.
“We have to hear that conversation to make sure this worked.” Dorian added.
“We could always climb the wall.” Varric suggested.
“It wouldn’t be as easy as it is in your books Varric.” Iron Bull commented.
“Hey kid, do you know what’s going on up there?” Varric tried again.
“They need to be alone he said. She doesn’t understand. They were alone. She doesn’t
trust herself. She doesn’t trust –. It – it’s gone. I think he wants us to leave.” Cole tried.
“Well, the wall it is, eh, boss?” Krem added.
After some argument of the best way to scale a wall, Iron Bull, Krem, Blackwall, Dorian,
Varric, Leliana, the bard, Sera, and Cole formed a precarious pyramid against the tower with
Sera and Cole at the top. They could barely hear the conversation.
“You were about to explain why you left me?”
“Ooh, she sounds angry!” Sera commented to a sea of shushing and Cole’s warning of
“Quiet! He’ll hear us!” It was too late.
Solas ever so slightly tapped his foot against the ramparts sending vibrations down the
walls.
“Shite!”
“I told you he’d hear us!”
The pyramid collapsed with a thud into a messy people pile although Cole was virtually
unscathed and Iron Bull only let Dorian fall most of the way down. Dagna and Harrit failed to
notice the crash and continued discussing craftable wall climbing devices.
The Inquisitor was too focused on Solas to notice the thud or the clamor of complaints at
the foot of the tower. She stared at Solas. “Go on.”
“I don’t know how to tell you this. I have never –
“Just say it.”
“What?”
“Just. Say. It. You left me. No explanation. If you trust me or care about me at all. Tell
me what’s going on straightforwardly.”
“Alright, I am the Dread Wolf.”
“Excuse me?” Lavellan dropped the teacup.
Solas caught it. It almost looked like he was bowing as he looked up at her and said “I am
Fen’harel.” He extended the teacup towards her. She accepted it and asked,
“So, where were you?”
“Trying to fix some terrible mistakes.”
“Did you?”
“No, not yet.”
“You’re going to keep trying though? To make the world a better place?” She smiled for
the first time in about two days.
“Yes” He hadn’t forgotten their conversation on that topic in the rotunda.
“And the orb?”
A long conversation ensued on the orb, his betrayal of the old gods in hopes of making a
better world, and a few scattered stories of a younger Solas. Eventually Lavellan asked
“How can I help?”
This question surprised Solas. It shouldn’t have, but it did. He thought of all the people
who prayed to the Dread Wolf and others for favors and protection. There had been none who
offered him help.
“A truly rare and wonderful spirit you are. I would not want to drag you into this.”
“You said you didn’t want to hurt me, was that true?”
“Yes, of course.”
“The best way to do that is to just be honest with me. I can’t help you if you don’t let me,
at least not effectively.”
“I would never forgive myself if you died helping me.”
“If I die, it will be the result of my choice. Let me at least have that.”
His face was grim as he agreed, “Alright.”
“Cheer up. Not everything’s your fault you know.”
“Is that so?”
“You’ve even improved people’s lives from time to time.”
“Really?” He sounded playfully skeptical.
“I seem to recall one such time in the fade at Haven. Although, it was so long ago,
perhaps you could refresh my memory?”
“I seem to recall you starting that Vhenan.”
“Sweet talker.”
The group at the base of the tower managed to get their pyramid back in order just in time
to see Lavellan and Solas kissing as the sun set behind the mountains.
“Ew, gross. They’re kissing.” Sera announced. The declaration was followed by laughter,
cheers, and a second collapse of the pyramid.
When Solas and the Inquisitor had stopped kissing he remembered his initial reason for
returning.
“Vhenan”
“Yes?”
“I have one other thing to tell you”
“What now? Do you turn into an actual wolf like some of the tales say?”
“That is not what I was going to say.”
“What were you going to say?”
“I think I know what happened to the furniture.” They looked over the edge of the tower
to see Sera, Dorian, Varric, Leliana, Iron Bull, Krem, the bard, Cole, Blackwall, Harrit, and
Dagna slightly drunk and toasting the rarest alcohols of Thedas to successfully upsetting the
Inquisitor enough for Solas to return. Until they noticed Lavellan looking down at them arms
crossed. Then there was a mix of drunk and nervous laughter and profuse apologizing.
Later as Cassandra examined her meticulously crafted doppelganger, Josephine panicked
at the state of Skyhold, and Vivienne discussed her not unpleasant time with a Dalish hunting
expedition, the Inquisitor sat on her throne holding her bow in one hand and fiddling with an
arrow in the other to the great unease of the pranksters before her. The room was somber as the
Inquisitor began,
“You have been charged with the mass theft and kidnapping of Skyhold’s residents,
quests, furnishings, and supplies. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?”
“It wasn’t my idea!” Sera exclaimed.
“Yes, it was.” Blackwall corrected.
“But you’re happy now. We got him back, and he makes you happy. Why are you saying
this?” Cole was confused.
Lavellan feigned indifference to their comments. “Solas.” She turned to her right to look
at him and stopped fiddling with the arrow.
“Yes, Vhenan?”
“They seem awfully glad you’ve returned. Perhaps you would honor them with a game of
Wicked Grace?” She smiled as audible gasps of horror filled the air before her feet.
“Certainly. I would be delighted to have such a welcome.”
Later Cullen managed to untie himself and stumbled out of a closet and into a game of
Wicked Grace with only one player fully clothed.
“No, not again!” Cullen ran out of the room and refused to play cards for at least a month
after. At which point much of Skyhold’s furniture had been fastened in place with magical nails,
namely the Inquisitor’s bed, beside which there often rested two heavily enchanted matching
teacups.