[OPEN] we're building it up to break it back down

[amygdalae]

WHO: Bruce Not-Banner + You, possibly
WHAT: Much chill, very relax, wow. (aka catchall for Feb 2017/Guardian 9:43 Dragon)
WHEN: Feb 2017/Guardian, 9:43 Dragon
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Prose/brackets both cool, just post and I'll follow. Let me know through PM or at knightblazer if you want private starters and whatnot.

one. what's in a name? (stables)

[Well, its not like he had been expecting anything at all by putting up that notice in the first place. In fact he hasn't so much as brought himself to look at it just yet - especially when he's not too sure what he should prepare himself to see. Either a lot of things, judging by previous incidents, or nothing at all.

But whatever the results are, its not something for him to think about at the moment. What's more important right now is to try and get the dracolisk to stop doing that thing where it decides to sit down like a mabari for some unknown reason.]

No, don't sit down. [He says for what is probably the thousandth time while he attempts to urge it to get back up. It does so, and stays standing as Bruce rounds back to face it from the front. He gives it a look before slowly raising a hand in the universal gesture of stop.]

Now, stay.

[...and the dracolisk sits down again.

Yeah, its going to be that kind of day.]

two. a moment of silence (gardens)

[Working in the gardens is never old. Everyday manages to bring something different for him, sometimes familiar comforts and at other times interesting challenges. Ones on an acceptable level, that is. He never did do well with surprises.

He's busy working on one of the plots today, working on the soil now that the harvest here is done. From tilling to irrigation, Bruce is making sure to pay careful attention to every aspect so that the next batch of herbs that grow have a better chance of making it through and coming out good at the same time.

Through the day one can see him getting down and dirty in the soil, sleeves and pants rolled up so that he doesn't dirty his clothes too horribly. As long as one doesn't mind the dirt, they're welcome to talk to him.]

three. wandering in the darkness (battlements)

[The late nights continue. Keeping busy has helped, but when its quiet and he can hear nothing else but the thoughts in his head they more often than not get too much to handle. So out of his tent Bruce goes and up to the battlements, where by now he's a pretty familiar sight by the night patrol, and some of them even greet him as they pass by.

On some nights he's simply walking around and watching the stars, but on others he might be sitting in a corner somewhere and brewing his potions. It's a weird habit, he knows, but it helps to keep him calm and focused, and that's what he needs right now.]

wildcard.

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Comments

[amygdalae]

Sina is more than welcome in Bruce's books. The silence between them is pleasant and almost fruitful in a way as they both work together to keep the garden in shape. He's learned a lot from her since they've started to work together here, and he's always thankful for the fact that he's had a chance to know her as well as all the other Dalish. While he's met a fair number of them in his travels, the Inqusition had really been the place for him to understand their People and culture better.

The both of them keep up a steady pace of work, and Bruce continues to work while Sina heads of to the kitchens. He looks at her back worriedly for a moment at the weakness of her gait, though he does his best to not show it by the time she returns. He takes a second to get the worst of the dirt off him before settling down beside her, accepting the offered food with a smile of his own.

"Thanks," he murmurs before breaking the bread into more edible chunks for him to eat, and does the same for the cheese as well.

[eolasemah]

With a smile and a nod in answer, Sina proceeds to work at her own portion, sitting quietly with Bruce and allowing the silence to be filled by the singing of the winter birds and the little sounds of sparring and work and chatter that echo throughout the Keep. There's no reason to mar it with idle chatter, no reason for either of them to disturb the present stillness they've found. It's nice, in its way, being alone in someone's company.

[amygdalae]

The silence is definitely nice, and Bruce quietly relishes in it as he eats his own share of food. It's always good to be able to take the time to have some peace and quiet - especially with recent events. Peace and quiet seemed to come so rarely now, these days.

Some birds flutter down towards them at the sight of food out in the open, and Bruce tears out a few small bits from his bread and tosses it out for the birds to eat. They chirp loudly for a couple of seconds before landing around the scattered crumbs and starts to feast on them happily.

[eolasemah]

It's a pity that the only birds around are the winter birds, but they're nice to watch all the same. Sina smiles as Bruce feeds them, watching them hop around and posture for space, their tiny fragile bodies containing such powerful wills.
"I'm glad they find us up here," she says after a moment, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear, "seems like all the other animals had to be brought up by people." Except goats maybe. Everyone loves goats.

[amygdalae]

Bruce watches the birds as well, feeling a calmness wash over him from being able to see something as simple as this. With his own life being as complicated as it was, it was good to have something that was so straightforward.

At Sina's words he turns his gaze towards her. "Well, we are pretty deep in these mountains," he says, voice wry. "Not that many animals would be able to make their way here." Especially when there were so many humans and elves and dwarves and other species about. Not exactly the kind of atmosphere a wild animal would want to be in.

[eolasemah]

"Perhaps not," Sina muses, and picks up another bit of bread to munch on it. Now that they're still, the chill is getting to her, and she wraps her shawl more tightly around her shoulders. "Funny how they find a way."

[amygdalae]

Bruce hums, nodding an agreement to Sina's words. "Nature tends to do that," he mutters back in response before throwing a few more crumbs for the birds to eat, watching them peck at the ground for said food. "Though you would know that better than I do."