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

 

Editing these in as I go, if you’d like a specific starter please hmu on plurk or discord (oeste#8807). ♥

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[justnice]

"No. Well, I mean," His brows pinch in a little — still wondering over the shape of the Orlesian — "Not exactly."

"She's acting like it's done, but she won't say it." He stoops to tuck it in. "We were going to get married next month. I promised her family, and the hahren."

"I told her I didn't care about her hand, that we could stay until they got it sorted, and she just." A frown. "She said some things. I don't know."

"I guess I just don't see what's so bad about where we were."

[untiltheyarent]

"Ah." Fifi doesn't know every person in the world, but she's seen the worst in men and women both, and it doesn't take much for her to see the truth in situations people prefer to talk themselves around.
"Give her time," she muses, straightening the sheet, "or don't. People change, it's life."
She picks up one of the pillows and fluffs it, a touch more violently than one might imagine is required. "Find another girl, if it suits you. But if this one's changed her mind, you are both wasting your time."

[justnice]

He delays to watch her a moment, the force with which the batting shakes.

Finch doesn’t know how they do things off in Orlais (on fire or stacked in boxes tall enough to hide the sky), but it's got to be a little strange, to be so far from home. Not the same kind of strange, maybe, but.

Wasting your time,

"I don’t know about that." At last. From the way he's been talking, Finch doesn't know much at all. "We’ve all got to look out for each other, don’t we?"

It’s not exactly an earnest question, too quiet, too full of its own little doubts. He wouldn’t be here if there weren’t certain things he’d made up his mind about, but it’d be nice to be wrong about them, all the same.

"Can I ask you something?"

[untiltheyarent]

A sympathetic smile is cast his way-- they've all got to look out for each other. Yes, that's true, and sweet of Finch to think so. Poor thing.

"Oui," she says absently, prompting him to ask.

[justnice]

"How do you know how to start over?"

His head tips aside,

"I mean, how do you know what to do?"

[untiltheyarent]

Though Fifi's smile fades, the expression it becomes isn't unkind; thoughtful, rather, as she pauses and folds her skinny arms over her apron.
"You just... do," she uselessly replies, "it is not a thing that can be taught, as I know it. You find what works, and you do it." She offers an apologetic shrug. "What makes you happy?"

[justnice]

It's a good question. It's not one he has any ready answer to. It isn't a matter of sorrow so much as — well, if you never stop to think about the joys, what do they really matter for?

"Not worrying, I suppose. When everything just stops for a bit." His own smile returns, shallow, rueful. "But that's unrealistic."

[untiltheyarent]

Fifi watches him a moment, with a sort of weary affection. Poor boy. Sweet boy.
"Not entirely," she replies with a shrug, "there are ways to make everything stop, if only for a little while. And it's hardly a life." A small laugh, directed mostly inward.