when they tell you you are made of stars, tell them you know.

[elegiaque]

WHO: Gwenaëlle Vauquelin, Petrana de Cedoux, Benevenuta Thevenet & Galatea Lourdes + SPECIAL GUEST: YOU.
WHAT: A Wintermarch catch-all.
WHEN: Wintermarch.
WHERE: Kirkwall.
NOTES: Somewhere for me to put planned, closed threads! Hit me up on keanuleaves or libbitybibbit#8828 if you desire one.

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[exequy]

[ Kostos would have been content to ignore her presence entirely for however long it takes for her to go away again—again because there was some overlap, some time when he was blending into the crowd of the Inquisition's rebel mages, sleeping in a tent in that Maker-forsaken frozen valley, and heard her name, and immediately developed a headache. But he never saw her then. He'd been doing his best to never see her now. Unfortunately, the Gallows is a much smaller enterprise, with far fewer people fluent in Nevarran, so. Fantastic.

Fortunately, he's a quick study and a steady worker, and he expects this will be over soon. In the meantime he doesn't say much. If anything requires deciphering he can't do himself, he passes it wordlessly into the space between them—but when he makes the mistake of looking up and finds her smiling, his eyes narrow, and he returns to writing with a slight amount of unprovoked aggression toward the defenseless paper.

For the record, he has no intention of testifying to her adroit handling of anything. ]