just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

[whattaprick]

Who: Everyone who's stupid enough to show up for this, because legal drinking ages are for people from a different century/planet.
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!

So, Wismuth happened.

Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.

Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.

[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]

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[hurtcomfort]

"I will," Cole says, as if it's obvious. "You've helped me through so much already. You'll help me again if I need it."

Because she has. Helping him become him, dealing with his feelings, with the real Cole, with so many things and so many problems. Cole knows that if he needs her, Lavellan will be there and Lavellan will help. So, he scoots a little bit closer towards her, giving her more shoulder to lay her head on.

"You saved yourself in the end," Cole murmurs. "That matters more than keeping me safe."

[dirthena]

"Always," she swears, just in case she needs to say it again. Whatever it might be, just because he was behind her in time didn't mean she wouldn't help. Lavellan reaches for his hand to squeeze it in reassurance, smiling slightly.

His reassurance makes her smile widen, and she lets out a long breath, silent for a moment. "Well, I can hardly be expected to save someone else if I can't save myself." It's self deprecating, slightly -- but also one that's said with more determination than the desperation in those final moments before she became herself again.

[hurtcomfort]

Cole can sense the determination in her voice. And good. She's more sure of herself now, of who she is and what she can do. That's what he wanted to hear. She's had so many changes, so many revelations and falters, but that does not change the fact that she's still her. That determination makes him smile slightly.

"You're you," Cole simply remarks, just as determined as Lavellan. "And you'll always be you. What others say or do can't change that." No matter what Solas tells her, what new revelations are thrown her way, she will always and forever remain Lavellan.