faderift | [OPEN] Heaven bend to take my hand

WHO: Hermione Granger and YOU
WHAT: Hermione's seen some shit and is trying to get over it.
WHEN: Mid-Kingsway through the end of the month.
WHERE: In and around Skyhold.
NOTES: Takes place after this plot, so some threads will likely have mentions of child death and/or signs of depression. Please let me know if you'd like me to avoid any triggery topics.

Library

Though the curly-haired rifter has become a staple in the library over the past six months, Hermione has been relatively scarce there lately. She has no real heart for research anymore, not after the things she'd uncovered in those journals in that cave in Fromage, and there's so much more to Thedas than what can be found in books. She'd learned that the hard way, and now instead of reading and taking notes, she finds her thoughts wandering as they rarely do. For once, she can use a distraction from her failed attempts at studying.

Stables

Avoiding people isn't always as easy as she'd like it to be. But if she can preoccupy herself with animals, Hermione can withstand a bit of small talk. There's usually a kitten or two playing around the stables, and if not, at least helping to feed some of the horses will make her feel productive as well as distracted. And if that doesn't work, there's a certain dracolisk that she'd been slowly learning to get friendly with, assuming it won't sense her dour mood and become agitated.

Battlements

The battlements are actually quite pretty. She'd never really come up here before - if she wasn't in the library then that usually means she wanted to be social, and so the courtyards were where she'd spent more of her time - but now that she's looking for a change of scenery... well, there are worse places to get some quiet with a beautiful view. She's not always alone, since there are always people passing back and forth, but most people don't seem all that keen on hassling the young woman perched in between two turrets, staring out into the mountains. Indeed, unless someone happens to recognize her or just manages to catch her as she wipes at a stray tear, most probably wouldn't even know she's there.

Healing Tents

Returning from Emprise had been difficult, for more reasons than one. Beyond the obvious, Hermione still had a few physical injuries that she'd intended to ask the healers in her group to help with on their way back, but had clearly never gotten around to it due to the extenuating circumstances. Of course, she can't indefinitely deal with waking up with a sharp pain in her back and some of the bruises had begun to look particularly gruesome, so there's nothing wrong with making the occasional visit to the healing tents. If she takes care of one thing at a time and sees a different healer each time, it minimizes the chance of any awkward questions being asked, which is all the better; she's not ready to talk about that dreadful day and is in no rush to change that.

Wildcard!

She probably won't be quite so cheery until later on in the month, but Hermione still needs to eat, drink, bathe, and presumably sleep. She may be a little awkward around those that had gone to Emprise du Lion with her, but she isn't about to actively ignore anyone or send them off. Her nerves might be a bit frayed, but there's still such a thing as etiquette, after all.

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[If she'd known him better, Hermione would have answered Bruce's comment with little more than a Look, because he knows that she knows that neither of them really believe that. But they're beating a dead horse, and there's only so much false optimism she can rightfully handle, anyway.]

That doesn't mean the war should go on until people open their eyes. I've learned from experience that some people would rather fight to keep their blindfolds on than see precisely what's in front of them.

[Minister Fudge, for instance, and much of the Ministry of Magic before Voldemort had revealed himself. But politics has never been her favorite subject, so she lets that much go with a small, hapless shrug.]

I just hope that whatever part I and the other rifters have to play in all this doesn't act as a detriment to the people who really will have to live out their lives in Thedas.

[Bruce certainly doesn't hope that the war doesn't go to that extent too, but well... its hard to really hold onto that, considering history in general.]

I'm sure it won't be a detriment. [That part, he thinks, is something that one can be a bit more confident about than most.] You and the other Rifters might be different, but we're all facing the same threat now. And you're helping, like I've said. That is something others can't deny.

[Hermione isn't so sure that the rifters are helping, not when they all have a piece of a shard that can act as a homing beacon to demons. A lot of good it does, closing rifts to keep demons from pouring in when what's likely helping them to escape is the power in the shards in the first place.

But she's no expert on those sorts of matters, and it could be that she has things entirely wrong. After all, Bruce and the others wouldn't tolerate rifters' existence here if it's really all that bad.]

They can. They do. But I suppose that doesn't mean they can't be proved wrong.

[For Bruce, the Rifters are more or less people too - people stranded from where they came from, thrown into a place beyond their control. He supposes in a way he pities them and feels empathy for what they have to go through. As far as he can see most of them have been good people, and he wants to try and help them however they can... make them feel less... victimized, he supposes. There are enough groups out here who go through that already to need another.]

All we can do is to do our best and prepare for whatever the future holds. [Whatever it is... they just have to be ready.] It's not much, but every little bit always helps.

[Most of the people Hermione's met have been extraordinarily accepting of rifters, but a rifter who can do magic always seems to strike then as significantly more dangerous. She can understand, given the stigma even local mages have to face, but that doesn't necessarily make it any easier to deal with.]

That's not always easy. I agree with you, but Heaven knows it isn't always easy.

[Her words come out in a small whisper, and she eventually glances back at Bruce again, looking him over.]

Please, don't let me keep you from whatever you came up here to do. I'll be all right.

[Bit of an overstatement, that, but she'll at least be able to slink away silently and brood elsewhere, if Bruce needs the space to himself to do his work.]

[It's never going to be easy. Nothing in Thedas truly is. And to be something completely different... well, Bruce can relate to that, just a bit. It stings that he can't do much for them, but whatever he could do, he would try if the chance arose.

Part of him wants to keep her company just to make sure she's alright, but he also knows that sometimes giving others space is the best option. He gives a small nod.]

You're not keeping me, don't worry - this is just recreation for me. [The potion making that he's doing, that is.] But I'll let you be. Try not to stay up for much longer, alright?

[In another state of mind, Hermione would have asked after just what he's doing, and why he's doing it, and whether she can help with anything. Potion-making, after all, is one of the few branches of magic with which she's familiar and can actually still accomplish with relative accuracy, compared to the way the Fade seems to interfere with other areas of her magic.

But now doesn't feel like the right time to attempt to play the amateur apprentice, and so Hermione only nods, silently telling herself that there will be other times. Bruce has, after all, seemed agreeable enough to prearranged meetings between the pair of them. So for now she only nods, glancing back out over the edge of Skyhold and deciding that she'll only stay out a few minutes more, sneaking away after Bruce is likely to be most engrossed in his work.]

Thank you for letting me talk with you a while, Bruce. I won't be long.

It wasn't a hardship in any matter - I'm just glad I could help somehow. [Not as much as he hoped he would have, but the whole Rifter thing is pretty complicated from the get-go; pretty words will never be enough to fix things like these. But at the very least, he hopes that it could help ease her worries, even if only for a moment.

He gives one more hum to show that he's heard her words, then returns fully to concentrate on his own stuff. If she wants to stay or leave, its her choice. He just hopes that now she's in a better state than she had been earlier.]

[OPEN] Heaven bend to take my hand

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ugh sorry i kinda crashed and burned for majority of nov

It's okay; I've been doing about the same for December, whoops.

/lies down

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