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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[wheretheferngrows]

On instinct she reaches out to catch the hanging when it falls, but he likely already has hold if it, which just leaves the pair of them holding onto this meaningless bit of fabric. There's a metaphor for lots of things in there, somewhere, but she doesn't see it, not right away. Instead, she looks at him searchingly as he speaks, not interrupting, just listening.

It's big, what he's doing. As grand a gesture as either of them could make, given their circumstances. Given what she's done, and where he's coming from.

She gives her head the tiniest of shakes and looks down at the fabric. The guilt welling up in her is almost unbearable, all of a sudden. "You don't owe me anything, Finch," she says softly, bites her lip. "I'm the one who ran off on you. On everyone."

[justnice]

He wants pretty badly, to agree. She's not saying anything he hasn't thought (hasn't voiced) half a dozen times over.

"'Course I owe you." It's a bit unfair how girls can bite their lips like that. When he chews at his own it only gets bloody — doesn't turn his face all doe-eyed and sad. Probably. Never tried it in a mirror. "It's not like it's the only thing you've ever done."

Breaking up the ground before anyone else was up, dragging back the lambs they thought were lost, staying out a little later than she ought to see a story finished. A blind eye turned, a second helping shared. There's a lot more to life than here and now.

Hard as that is to remember, when all of this threatens to swallow it up whole. Hard as it is still, to try and hold that in his hands.

"Why'd you want to go? Really."

[wheretheferngrows]

"Why'd you want to go? Really."

It's so much harder to answer this question when he's the one asking it. So much harder to be truthful, to make herself look at the truth and really see it. How much of it was about the chance to join the Grey Wardens, the chance for adventure, and how much of it was just--simply--

"I can't," she starts to say, but her voice is so weak that it almost isn't even a whisper. She looks away from him and down at the rough fabric she's still holding on to, gripping it almost too tightly. "I don't--want to be married. Not to anyone." All he will hear, likely, is not to you.