the days that bind us

[exequy]

WHO: Lots of people
WHAT: Recovering lost phylacteries
WHEN: Guardian 23, 9:44
WHERE: The Storm Coast
NOTES: Violence! OOC post over here.

All signs point to the Storm Coast, and once scouts have narrowed down the location it's only a short journey across the Waking Sea to move a small force onto the rocky coast. They row ashore just after dawn in driving rain, and follow the beach for at least a mile before finding a path that actually reaches the top of the cliff. The rain fades to a drizzle but the day remains relentlessly overcast as they hike toward their goal, grey and dim even at noon, with a raw breeze off the water.

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[foundmyselfagain]

There's a shift in Gareth's attitude when he hears that word. Maleficar. He fully turns towards her, body tense, expression blank, save for a positively dangerous look in his eyes. On top of everything else, on top of all the bullshit these people have put him and his friends through, she dares to try to lecture him, to remind him of just what the damned Maker, the damned Chantry, and everyone else thought of him, because of the magic that he never asked for?

It's never enough for them. The misery of mages is a thirst that the Chantry can't seem to quench. What would be enough for them? When all mages lay dead at their feet?

Gareth takes a few purposeful steps towards the sister, his eyes too wide, too intent. The Sister is no idiot, and is quite aware of what that look means. There's no fear in her expression as she closes her eyes, voice rising, even as Gareth snarls, "I'll show you what a maleficar--"

He freezes midstep, midsentence, to turn to look at Kostos, as though he just remembered that the other man was there. His eyes meet Kostos', an angry fire blazing, willing to burn everything else down with him. It's a look Kostos has undoubtedly seen before, one that usually predicates a great deal of violence. But he doesn't take any more steps forward. His body is still tense, shaking with barely restrained rage. But it is being restrained, which is a fairly new concept in Garethland.

His fists clench, unclench, and finally he hisses, his tone insistent, almost pleading. "She deserves it."

But he doesn't move any further forward. And despite it all, the man who stands there, staring at Kostos, wanting but waiting, is an improvement from the one who had first showed up to this war. Would he have even hesitated? Even when he had joined Nell's cell? It's doubtful.