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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[lonesomewanderer]

"You were not the only one lost to darkness," he reminds her, his tone taking a turn towards gentleness. It's gone quickly, however. That sort of sentimentality had drawn him in before and they were not feelings he could entertain now. It was best they part before that risk grew greater.

"I will not keep you any longer."

[dirthena]

It's such an unexpected concession that it takes her by surprise -- she turns to him, and gives him a small, soft smile. It's strained somewhat, as is every part about her when Wismuth is touched upon, but she appreciates the unexpected kindness all the same. "Thank you, Solas. I will try to remember it more." Part of her wants to reach out for him, but she's not so foolish as to think that would be welcome, or a good idea. Instead she nods, and makes to leave his side.

"I will see you around, then." For he wasn't going to escape her. Not again.