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Date: 2018-01-31 04:21 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Taraxacum officinale)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
No, no, no. Beleth was pretty mad, I think she'd want to do it herself. You know, she's been dealing with a lot of stress lately.

[So, it's a good outlet for her to take it out on people who've earned it.]

Besides, what are all these fancy Inquisition assassins she's got on payroll for, if not this? It's all well in hand. Even if you called Merrick right now, he'd be lucky to arrive in time to have anything to do.

Date: 2018-01-31 04:32 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Default)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
I'm still sleeping a lot, and I get dizzy if I move around too quickly. Of course, it helps that there's someone hanging around and bringing me tea and snacks and things, whenever I need them.

[Spoiler: It's Adasse.]

But Bel' said I should be fine; if it goes on too long, we'll ask one of the Healers to have a look, though, don't worry.

Date: 2018-01-31 04:39 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Rhamnus frangula)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
Sure, I'm not going anywhere right now. Beleth stuck me in her room, so that's where you'll find me.

Date: 2018-01-31 04:50 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Veronica filiformis)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
I...

I don't know.

[He doesn't even know what he's supposed to feel, let alone what he actually feels, anymore.]

Are you angry?

Date: 2018-01-31 05:07 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Ilex aquifolium)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
.....Not at Adasse, either?

[See, now he's concerned he's gotten someone else in trouble.]

Date: 2018-01-31 05:14 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Default)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
I don't know! All you said is that you weren't mad at me.

Date: 2018-02-02 03:48 am (UTC)
writteninblood: (Default)
From: [personal profile] writteninblood
...

[Sorrel is quiet for a while. He hasn't put the crystal away, and his end of the conversation is little more than ambient sound, blankets, breathing, enough that Cyril can't mistake it for being forgotten, only for what it is; silence. A thinking silence.]

I love you too, lethallin. I'll see you later, then. Try not to worry too much; I really am alright.