WHO: Gwenaëlle Vauquelin + assorted. WHAT: Sad elfblooded in snow. WHEN: Early Harvestmere. WHERE: Skyhold. NOTES: References to death; likely also to infidelity, substance abuse, general mental instability. Starters in the comments.
There are a few visits that Gwenaëlle has to make - some will be easier than others. Some of them, probably including this one, might be better accomplished some other way; some way that involves less 'leaving her room'. Less 'interacting with other people'. It isn't consideration or manners that drives her to handle it another way, but rather the desire that it be dealt with quickly and finished -
Not dragged out in discussions delivered in runners, but swiftly put to bed.
Maybe she's presuming, she thinks, letting herself into the rotunda and looking about to find its usual occupant. Maybe he won't care to question her and it will prove so swift it could have been done the other way without any inconvenience, and she'll just feel stupid and presumptuous for thinking that what drives her will interest anyone else at all.
No one accompanies her, this time. The maid who has replaced Guenievre has not replaced her in all things; does not shadow Gwenaëlle so dedicatedly as her predecessor had. Funny, then, that finally she looks as if she might actually be in need of someone at her elbow, so unusually still, holding herself in the careful way of someone wounded.
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solas ; you know what your mama went through
Not dragged out in discussions delivered in runners, but swiftly put to bed.
Maybe she's presuming, she thinks, letting herself into the rotunda and looking about to find its usual occupant. Maybe he won't care to question her and it will prove so swift it could have been done the other way without any inconvenience, and she'll just feel stupid and presumptuous for thinking that what drives her will interest anyone else at all.
No one accompanies her, this time. The maid who has replaced Guenievre has not replaced her in all things; does not shadow Gwenaëlle so dedicatedly as her predecessor had. Funny, then, that finally she looks as if she might actually be in need of someone at her elbow, so unusually still, holding herself in the careful way of someone wounded.
"Solas?"