mythalenaste: (tread softly when you leave)
Pel ([personal profile] mythalenaste) wrote in [community profile] faderift2017-11-01 04:19 pm

PLAYER PLOT: Enfenim

WHO: Pel, Sina, Cyril, Beleth, Sorrel, Myr, Saoirse, side of Anders and Alistair
WHAT: A demon has trapped Pel in the Fade.
WHEN: Forward-Dated to 25 Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows, the Fade
NOTES: Trigger warning bonanza for insects, body horror, corpses, dismemberment/maiming, death, illness, drowning, blood + will update if any more happen.






What am I to do with all of these dolls?
They've covered the floors, they've covered the walls.
They're stacked up chin-high all over the floor,
But my greedy child is screaming for more...
arlathvhen: (58)

[personal profile] arlathvhen 2017-12-10 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Beleth already has hot tears in her eyes, from happiness or sadness, it's hard to tell, and she wonders if she'll wake with damp eyes. She does her best to avoid getting them on Sina when it's her turn to give her a hug, stepping away with a smile.

"Ma serannas, lethallan. You have done so much good, Sina. I'm honored to have you for a sister."

Her sleeve is used to quickly wipe her eyes--she glances at Myr and gives him a thin smile as well. No, she's not alright, but this isn't about her. She'll manage.
Edited 2017-12-10 05:33 (UTC)
faithlikeaseed: (fadewalking - neutral)

[personal profile] faithlikeaseed 2017-12-12 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
Myr meets Beleth's gaze as she looks toward him and returns the smile, faint and sad. He knows, at least, he understands--

But for now he'll step forward and embrace Sina, laying the other worries aside (and taking up a new one: this might be the last--). "Thank you for letting me know you," he tells her, gratitude warm as ever. "It's good to see you at last."

He'll remember her the way she ought to be; he can ask for no more than that. "Walk safely in the Fade, cousin. And rest well--you've earned it."
writteninblood: (Taraxacum officinale)

[personal profile] writteninblood 2017-12-13 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Sorrel accepts the kiss with good grace, arms coming up around Sina automatically. Later, he'll remember this moment like holding a small bird in his hands; it is warm, and it has weight, a life of its own.

But now he lets her slip away from him without resistance, only blinking, pleased at the attention, fond to see her joy, the light and strength of her. For this moment, Sorrel feels as if perhaps everything will turn out aright after all.

But then he listens. And blinks, confused; Nari? Why would they need to look after Nari? Later, too, he'll kick himself for not realizing in this moment, for not saying anything.

"We'll be alright, ma lath. Don't worry."
eolasemah: (smile)

[personal profile] eolasemah 2017-12-13 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Another grin, cast about at the others, and Sina turns to leave again through the bedroom door that has become an archway covered in wisteria. There's a faint breeze, warm and aromatic, like the gardens in summer, and Sina is gone.
As they awaken, everyone has the fleeting dream-memory of a little halla bounding joyfully through a field of tall grass.