[OPEN] Kindness is a light in Kirkwall

[killedwithlove]

WHO: Cole; anyone who needs him
WHAT: Cole's been convinced to come to Kirkwall to help people so he is going to help the hell out of them.
WHEN: Covering the month of Bloomingtide
WHERE: Anywhere BUT the Gallows
NOTES: Will probably end up dealing with lots of the awful from the Gallows. PM this journal or jemisard for an individual starter

Cole never wanted to come here. He wanted to leave, to go elsewhere, but he was convinced that here he is most needed and thus, here he is.

Kirkwall scares him. Deeply scares him, so much that he barely goes into the city at first, but he slowly starts picking out the individuals among the screaming horror of the city, the people who he can help, who still be touched and brought back.

Comments

[sulena]

It's what twists under the sorrow, everything else that threatens to bubble over but is kept down and calmed by years of practice. It's guilt and regret that she survived the Gallows while others did not. It is echoes of screams and cries that at one time lulled her to sleep as if it were a song because she would not have slept otherwise.

Carefully, she continues to pluck at the strings until she notices Cole out of the corner of her eye and glances over with a soft smile. "I rather hope I'm not bothering you," she says with a smile. "Many don't come this way at this hour."

[killedwithlove]

"I don't sleep," Cole states, as if that's the most relevant part. "And if I was bothered, I'd just go away. I like music. Music doesn't try to lie."

[sulena]

"And I don't sleep well myself," Saoirse say with a smile despite herself. "I think so too. Music not lying, that is. I think we can be our most open with it."

[killedwithlove]

"How are people... open?" He sounds confused at that idea.