i’ve been waiting on the fault line | OTA

[limier]

WHO: Wren Coupe, Melys, Casimir Lyov, Finch Wicker + YOU
WHAT: Catchall for the month
WHEN: Mid- whatever this month is i give up
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Will edit as appropriate

 

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[tactical_alert]

It isn't as though they'd been on the best of terms, ever since the incident with Cade. But Wren had always struck him as an implacable stone in the midst of chaos. Not changing, ever stalwart, and the sight of her wide-eyed and smiling as she passes by brings a cold chill down his spine.

"Ser Coupe--" A hand on her arm, to give pause. "Are you feeling quite well?"

[limier]

How many people make a habit of touching her lately. A liberty to be taken of public gatherings, of anywhere one need make a civilian showing —

But the Gallows doesn't qualify, and upon any other day it would rankle enough to rebuff. Instead, it's only peculiar: A thing grown infrequent for years and distance. There's no camaraderie of Reed, little trust.

He's no brother.

She watches his hand a moment before glancing up. If awareness of the situation hasn't left her, anger won't summon itself to place. It's just a hand, just an arm. Small things.

"Do you know," Her fingers peel up to cover his own, squeeze briefly, release. It's fine. "Better than in some time."

[tactical_alert]

The lack of rebuke strikes him, too, and when his hand is released, it is so dropped. "So you seem to be."

Not that he doesn't wish good tidings and good health on her. Of course to see her contented and...Maker, dare he even say happy?...is all anyone can ask of her. But she's not that type of person. Her joys, whatever they are, are private things. So to see said joy on display? Disconcerting.

"Goodness, don't keep me waiting with bated breath--what's the good news?" Because clearly there must be some.