[semi-open] hold onto me

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Cade Harimann and YOU, also a few starters for specific people
WHAT: A thing has changed. Whether it's a good or bad thing remains to be seen.
WHEN: late Solace
WHERE: around Skyhold
NOTES: It's likely that some conversations will end up pertaining to things like suicide, child abuse/molestation, and so forth. Take care and feel free to ask first if you aren't sure about tagging in!

[open]

Early risers may have noticed a severely underdressed and clumsy Cade returning to his room just after sunrise on an otherwise typical day in late Solace. He had no shoes on, looked like he had just warn his sleep clothes out onto the battlements, and in fact appeared to be drunk. Perhaps Ruby was with him, perhaps she wasn't.

Or, you know. Maybe they didn't see anything at all.

I. Main Hall

If possible, Cade has gotten even hidier than before, resurfacing pretty much only for meals. The guy doesn't look good; he's skinnier than he should be, his skin paler, and the circles around his eyes darker. Needless to say, he sits alone, and eats as quickly as he can manage before disappearing again.

II. The Chapel

All of the above applies, though Cade usually goes to pray in the early morning or late at night, when he's less likely to be disturbed. He'll sit there on his knees for hours, and never seems to find any relief in it.

III. Not the Construction Areas

Though he has been assisting with the building efforts of the Inquisition's assorted laborers, after that morning he has been conspicuously absent. He can potentially be found in transit between the chapel, the main hall, and his tiny cell of a room up above the gardens, but never for long.

[for Beleth]

Unbeknownst to most, at least half the reason for Cade's absence is the fact that he made himself sick as a dog by sitting outside being sad in the cold all night. Since he'd almost literally rather die than ask for assistance, he has been keeping to his bed and leaving only when he absolutely has to, which is essentially to eat or compulsively pray or take care of basic hygiene.
what a dummy

[for Alistair]

With the note sent and presumably received, there is nothing left to be done. Cade can only assume that Alistair has made his decision about where they stand, and is at the very least grimly appreciative of being left alone.
He's eating by himself, a book laid open beside his bowl, as he sits placid and safe in the assumption that Alistair is definitely not anywhere near him at the moment. Absolutely not. I'm not hinting at anything YOU ARE

[hit me up if you want one! or just jump on in]

Comments

[lettersfromhome]

Taking a breath, she bows her head, hands folding and raising to her forehead. No, they're doing good here. They've touched so many lives that otherwise would have known no aid, no comfort. Continuing onward was all they had.

Find the words. Find the strength in them. A small breath was taken.

O Maker, hear my cry:
Guide me through the blackest nights.
Steel my heart against the temptations of the wicked.
Make me to rest in the warmest places.

The words are murmured, soft, but they seem the only sound in the quiet of the chapel.

[onlyhymns]

Cade closes his eyes to follow her lead, and can't deny that there's comfort in hearing another person's voice even in a place of quiet. Despite the darkness of Mia's words, he finds himself relaxing slightly, murmuring along with her. The companionship in itself is soothing.