let the day begin | closed

[aforethought]

WHO: Melys, Luwenna Coupe, Casimir Lyov + Atticus Vedici, Freddie Longlastname, Cosima Niehaus
WHAT: Catchall for closed prompts this month.
WHEN: Waves my hands about.
WHERE: Kirkwall.
NOTES: Will edit as appropriate.

Editing these in as I go. HMU on plurk if you want one. ♥

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COSIMA

[limier]

As the ancient saying goes: Everything happens so much.

It's been... longer than she'd like, truly, since she's spoken with Cosima at any length or depth. Her own fault. The past few months have not been kind, and Wren makes promises, they too often fall short, fall flat — and then it's bloody fall somehow already and she's left wondering exactly where all that time went.

Four years, soon enough. Four years since the world up and went to shit (or six, or fourteen; it all depends upon when you start counting). Only a little less than that since men and women began falling from the sky. To be so far away, so long,

No. The months aren't often kind.

"Forgive me the short notice," She pauses at the edge of the doorway, fist half-raised from its knock. "My afternoon cleared unexpectedly. Would you care for some air?"

An enormous white dog shoulders its way past, snuffling wetly at the floor.