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faderift2016-10-01 01:55 am
wontforgetyou) wrote in faderift2016-10-01 01:55 am
[Open] Sometimes...
WHO: Jamie and you!
WHAT: Recovery after the events here
WHEN: Mid-Kingsway through the end of Harvestmere
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: CW for references to the shardbearer plot, so torture, forced lyrium ingestion, hallucinations, violence and other Bad Things. The first part in healer tents features lyrium withdrawal and may involve the possibility of the getting glimpses of other people's memories. If you would like to have Jamie pick up your character's memories, let me know via pm or in your header, whichever you prefer.
WHAT: Recovery after the events here
WHEN: Mid-Kingsway through the end of Harvestmere
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: CW for references to the shardbearer plot, so torture, forced lyrium ingestion, hallucinations, violence and other Bad Things. The first part in healer tents features lyrium withdrawal and may involve the possibility of the getting glimpses of other people's memories. If you would like to have Jamie pick up your character's memories, let me know via pm or in your header, whichever you prefer.
[Healers Tents]
It's no surprise that after being taken by the Venatori and experimented on, Jamie winds up having an extended stay in the healers tents. Not only does the lyrium have to work its way out of his system, contend with, he has a concussion and cracked ribs to contend with as well, and for the first couple of weeks he's fairly out of it, still having problems distinguishing people he knows here from people he knew back home. As time goes on and the lyrium wears off that starts to improve, slowly but surely, although his head still hurts and it's still hard to breathe.
[Still the healers tents]
Eventually, however, the worst of the lyrium has passed through his system, leaving him more his usual self - and that usual self is one that doesn't much care for being stuck in bed, no matter how injured he is. There's more than one time where he insists he's perfectly fine, and more than one time where he might very well wind up being caught at trying to sneak out of his bed and out of the the healing tents entirely. Whether or not he's successful depends on whoever catches him wants to do...but he's supposed to be resting, so steering him back to lie down is definitely always an option.
[New quarters and out and about]
Finally he's deemed well enough to be able to be let out on his own, and left to his own devices. The very tiny room that he's been working on fixing up for months now is finally done, and he's finally able to move his belongings out from where they've been stored and put them someplace he can call his own. He might have to look into getting a roommate at some point, but for now he works on settling in and getting back into something like a routine. Not too long after he's released from the tents, he gets a present of sorts - a set of dragon armor, crafted from his share of the hide of the dragon he helped to kill months ago. There's a fitting or two to make sure everything is where is should be, but once that's done, he settles into training, both with sword and shard. He knows he's got to be able to control that extra ability it's developed, or at some point someone's going to get hurt that he doesn't want to get hurt. So while sometimes he can be found at the pells like everyone else, other times he's in remote areas, practicing at reliably shooting those small projectiles out of the mark.
Days like that leave him tired and his hand aching, but while he used to pop around to the healers tents, even that ache doesn't seem to be enough to get him to go there any more. Instead he can be found at the tavern having a drink, or tucked away in a corner practicing finger exercises on his chanter. Sometimes he still goes to the stables, too, even though he isn't living there any longer. He likes being around the horses, and here more than anywhere else you can catch him idly carving small pieces of wood. Nothing he does is terribly fancy, but some of pieces do eventually turn into things someone could wear or display - well, if you happen to like tiny figures of various semi-recognizable beasties, that is.
[Once a piper... (end of Harvestmere)]
It takes quite some time for his cracked ribs to heal to the point where it doesn't hurt to draw a breath, and longer still before he's able to sustain the breath he needs to properly play, but eventually, one day, there's a noise that's possibly familiar to the people who know Jamie well - the skirl of bagpipes, the sound carrying from high up on the battlements and traveling throughout Skyhold. Unlike some of the other times he's played, it's a somber sound, the tune itself sad and maybe just a little haunting. There's a reason behind the song, a promise he'd made to himself awhile ago, and even though it may be a little rougher around the edges than usual, it's something he's determined to see through, even if there's a risk someone might come up and try and figure out what's going on. He can deal with that if it happens. Until then, he's going to play.
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He's grinning right back at her as he says it, though. It's not like he's surprised to hear that she likes getting disapproving looks from Chantry sisters, not anymore. And...well, maybe that could be a little fun if done right.
For now, though, he's going to take one of those desserts for himself, studying it for a moment before biting into it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained - and as he finds, they're really not so bad. There's a quiet noise of appreciation on his end, and a couple of moments of relative silence as he chews before he pipes up again.
"Mm, that's good. Alright, then, you have a deal. If you can find some good books, bring them over. I still need to think of something for you in return, though. It's only fair."
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Smiling at Jamie's approval, Korrin takes another bite. "I dunno, buy me around sometime? Play your music at the tavern? I'm an easy person to please, unless you're a Templar or Qunari."
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Still, maybe he could play just the chanter or the recorder for her once he'd gotten a bit better, and as he finished the cake, he let out a small sigh.
"Think I might have to let my ribs finish healing before I have a go at the latter one, though. They're getting there, but I'll not know how much I'll have to practice until I can take a full breath again. Think you could take a raincheck on the latter?"
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"I could do with some dancing," he admits. It's been a long time since he's gotten to do that, and he misses it almost as much as the playing. But she's right, he's got to focus on getting better, and after a few moments, he reluctantly moves to sit up again.
"Think maybe I probably shouldn't spend all day here, though, as much as I'm enjoying it. If I'm gone too long likely they'll send the healers after me and then I'll never hear the end of it. You willing to head on back now?"
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"Now, look, Korrin, you don't have to go and do that sort of thing. You know as well as I do I was the one that was trying to take off in the first place."