OPEN | The daylight is almost gone

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel and YOU
WHAT: November/Firstfall open post
WHEN: Throughout Firstfall
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Pel has near-constant morning sickness, so if you are squicked by vomit, let me know somehow and I'll spare you.

I

Knitting is a refuge, though it is a trying task as Pel's hand heals. Healers have carefully arranged the bones at each healing, but there is still a great deal of stiffness in her right hand. It makes knitting a slow and imprecise effort. Right now, it's a baby blanket, made of the softest wool she has. The pattern is popcorn, little buds covering every centimeter to make the blanket thicker and warmer.

She can also be found at her regular job during the day, in the library, thoughtfully twirling a pen between her fingers as she studies some ancient text.

At night, she can be found on the battlements, facing the sunset and sending up a quiet prayer.

II

There are some days when Pel is hunched over her desk in the library, cheek against the surface waiting for nausea to lessen.

Some days she doesn't get out of bed.

There is one night when she walks into the tavern from her room above, her face covered with her neck handkerchief and eyes watering. She dashes to the far end of the room, picks up a plate with an abandoned half-eaten boiled egg on it, and flings the egg as far out the window as she can manage, even using some magic to make it go as far as possible. Face still covered like she is entering the sulfur pits of the Western Approach, she runs to the other side of the room, then the top of the first flight of stairs, before at last daring to breathe, suppressing a gag amidst her gasps.

Wildcard

Comments

[mythalenaste]

Her grin is positively shit-eating, though that glimmer of hope breaks her heart a little. She knows that hope.

"I had to see the look in your eye, anyway. Take my amusement where I can find it." Her hand moves protectively, affectionately over the bump. "This is from a one-night stand, despite measures. He is...vehemently disinterested, might be the way to put it."

[judgemewhole]

"I see ... " James's lips pressed together, and now it is a deep anger that flashes in those green depths. "If you want me to soundly thrash him, I shall be more than happy to oblige."

A pause, and a gentler, "...Whatever you need, Pel. You know I will always do whatever I can for you." A faint twist of his mouth, "And your amusements."

[mythalenaste]

"You would have to get in line," Pel answers wryly. "But don't. Saeris isn't really co-parent material, and he knows that. He once burned himself lighting his farts on fire. It was a year ago."

[judgemewhole]

"You know that we would happily all go and step in to pound him sideways." He paused, before he snorted softly, "... Great Maker. Well, you know whatever you need, you shall have from me."