your pose as the dust settled around us

[dashing]

WHO: HERIAN and some others.
WHAT: some open stuff, some closed stuff; basically a belated catch all.
WHEN: through September
WHERE: various, I think all Kirkwall
NOTES: some of the open stuff will have caps for how many tag-ins I'll be able to handle, just for variety's sake
WARNINGS: Nothing as yet, but I have an opt-out over here for particular topics with Herian (or just CR with her generally) as there is potential for themes of PTSD, torture, and generally terrible things.

OPEN: in the alienage
OPEN: in hightown

More to be added! If you'd like a specific set up then get in touch and we can plot up a storm.

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GLORIOUS

[dashing]

“I had thought much the same of the Spire and Starkhaven. I never… I did not know the suffering others endures or… perhaps I did not listen when such information crossed my path. The thoughts have been so much turned over that I can scarce remember what is truth and what is my own doubt and dread, or where I might have blinkered myself.”

Her voice is calm and soft, but there is an inescapable weight in it, even so. At times her own thoughts are as weights bound to a drowning man’s ankles. “The Circles gave me so much that I never imagined they truly took from anyone.”
Was it blind loyalty? Foolish faith? Were all who loved the Chantry celebrating something false? She hardly knows, and cannot bear to give it voice.

“Is your Knight-Commander here?”

local snail crawls over finish line, immediately expires

[faithlikeaseed]

To hear the thoughts of one's own heart--the doubts, the recriminations, the blackness of those idle months in the infirmary asking why--articulated in another's voice is always a shock. It leaves Myr briefly speechless; for all the time he's spent thinking about that very topic, for all the arguments he'd formulated on why the Circles were worth saving and not just because of his own peculiar experience, he's yet to find any answers that felt satisfying. (Let alone ones that might be exculpatory for all he'd overlooked--)

Maybe there isn't a perfect answer. And maybe he's done himself a disservice, over the years, in searching for one. "That's something I know too well myself," he says at length, the words nearly a sigh. "And I've yet to come up with any answers for what I might have done otherwise. Only--we pass on the good that's been given us, when we can."

And keep moving forward, keep striving, to stay out of despair's grasp. "I'm afraid to say not--he's gone on to Skyhold with the rest of our contingent. But it shouldn't be too hard to contact him, if you'd like..."