{ OPEN } catchall for the month

[aceso]

WHO: Christine, Ellana, Minka, Julian + OPEN!
WHAT: A catchall for the month.
WHEN: whenever in Wintermarch
WHERE: various locations in Kirkwall

I'm putting starters in comments so I have a header for each character and get comments only sent to them instead of getting double comment notifs.

Also, if you'd like to work out a wildcard option, PM me or send a private plurk to megoom and we can play around with ideas.

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[motherfucking_ghost]

"What--what, why didn't you tell me? Have you had anyone, y'know, actually physical check you out? Jesus, should we get you in bed? Maybe you picked some kinda, I dunno, disease up? Or, shit, could it be red lyrium related? But you're so careful about it, fuck..."

[aceso]

"I did not want to worry you," she replies, a little shame-faced. Plus she was afraid that she was deteriorating in her legs the way her mother has, and she would spend all her time sitting with a quilt thrown across her lap to keep her weak legs warm.

Christine sighs, because she's been frustrated by this too, but her solution had been to ignore it and throw herself into more work. Clearly, that hasn't made the problem go away.

"If a spirit who can see inside me cannot find a physical cause, then it is either buried too deep to be healed at all, or does not exist in the first place." It goes without saying that she fears it's the first option. "I do not think it red lyrium related. Faith knows what the crystals look like."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Well, unless you're stressing yourself out so much that you're giving yourself some fucked up psychosomatic symptoms, then I dunno the hell else it could be." Yes, he knows the word psychosomatic, don't anyone faint now. "Maybe you should...take a break? Take a vacation from this stuff. I'm sure the cold's not doing you any favors anyway."

[aceso]

"Neither do I." Her voice sounds defeated, because she has no idea what she can do to stop this from happening again. "I am not sure if I should take a break. I will be left with nothing but my thoughts about this and wondering when the next occurrence will be. If I am keeping busy, I will not think of it as much."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Okay." It's not okay, but if neither of them have any idea where to even start with this, then... "How about you just come home right now, though, and finish up the rest of...all this tomorrow? Cuz otherwise I'm just not gonna be able to leave you here."

[aceso]

Then they should simply try to go on as normal, and hope more clues arise that can lead towards a solution.

"Yes, all right. I do not think I can focus anymore tonight, and I would prefer not to be alone." In case there's another incident.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"We should tell someone. Not that I'm gonna throw shade on Faith or anything, but maybe she's wrong? And at the very least, someone should check in on you now and then."

That someone might just be him, though.

[aceso]

Christine hesitates, not wanting anything big to come of this, but it can't hurt to bring one more person into the fold.

"I will talk to Sam. He saw me stumble last week, but I told him it was nothing. I will let him examine me."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Please? It'd make me feel a lot better. If it's just me, and I don't know what the fuck to do, then what if I mess something up, you know? We don't have to make a big deal of it, just...maybe it'll go away, but. Ugh. Too many unknowns."

[aceso]

"You would not mess anything up. I do not have to know what this is to know that." Christine brushes fingers back through his hair, torn between thinking it's a good thing he knows, and thinking it has only put a burden on him now too. She hadn't wanted him to worry about this, especially since there are so many unknowns. It will only be a frustration to them both.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"You only say that cuz I'm so cute when I look all worried." Jokes! That's the way to make it through this sudden crisis, as with any crishs. Jokes.

"Maybe just don't keep stuff like that from me in the future, okay? If you're worried about something, I wanna know. I'm your boyfriend."

[aceso]

Christine releases a slow breath through her nose, looking him over carefully. She knows he's trying to lighten the mood because it's how he deals with things. He shouldn't have to deal with this strange occurrence in her life.

"I suppose I thought if I could bury it deep enough, I could ignore it and it would go away. Then I would never have to worry you over nothing." She smooths a hand across his jaw. "I do not like worrying you, even if you do look cute." She swallows the lump threatening to form in her throat.

"But I will not keep things from you in the future, even if they might be nothing."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"It's obviously not nothing now. So." They say doctors make the worst patients, the same has gotta be true here. "I don't like having to worry about whether my girl's gonna freeze up in the middle of a fight or in the middle of anything, but I'd much rather worry about you than...than not know and then something happens to you and I didn't know. You know?"

[aceso]

It's very true in this case. She would much rather take care of others in need than admit to being in need herself. That would mean she's not perfect at all times, and Christine hates admitting to that.

"Yes," she answers, feeling rather ashamed of herself for hiding this. But she wanted it to be nothing. She has her future all planned out and though she keeps telling herself that things could happen to throw all that into an uproar, clearly she didn't believe it until now. What if she doesn't stand overlooking a scenic valley in the Frostbacks someday where she's living as an Avvar? What if she becomes bedridden and Church has to take care of her? It's a frightening thought, and one she can't allow to happen.

"I promise, I will talk to Sam tomorrow. For tonight, let's just go home."