we smash like glass

[fightingale]

WHO: Herian Amsel, Leliana, Ruby Lucas & others.
WHAT: amusing comment about catch alls here
WHEN: throughout September
WHERE: various.
NOTES: closed threads for the month of September, please don't hesitate to make me if you'd like something with Ruby, Leliana or Herian.

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[glandival]

"You should know that I have a good eye for detail," Sabine says, a gentle tug at one stray lock of dark hair. "Better than many."

Water cupped two-handedly is distributed over Herian's shoulder, coursing away grit and soap both. "These were all from chevaliers?" She doesn't doubt it, necessarily; her fear of chevaliers is only proportionate to how efficient they are at putting slices into people. That Herian is someone capable of lopping off their heads is most definitely part of the appeal.

Her fingertip traces one long scar at Herian's arm curiously, picking out a marking she has not touched before.

[dashing]

"Some of them are probably from you," she replies, and finally a note of more evident amusement steals into her voice, Herian looking a little more over her shoulder both in response to the tug and the question. The easy familiarity with Sabine is something she missed, much as it comes steeped with a strange sort of bittersweet. Time and sands and blood seemed to flow relentlessly, in Thedas; it left little consideration for things that might have been. They are, she suspects, more than well enough as they are.

When next she speaks, her tone is more even again. "That is from a Templar, when the Spire fell. Those," and with the arm not being mapped out, she gestures vaguely to her back, those rather than calling them burns, "are from the Dalish."

Preemptive, quietly defensive in ways that are very subtle and very unlike how she normally speaks to Sabine.