Say Hello To Goodbye | Openish

[writteninblood]

WHO: Sorrel and anyone who wants to say hello, or indeed goodbye, to him
WHAT: Sorrel leaving Kirkwall, spending some time in the forest, then coming back to Kirkwall like a week or two later, in disgrace
WHEN: The first few weeks of Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall, Clans Ashara/Dahlasanor
NOTES: The craziest of crazies. Kirkwall, girls, dancing, naked, Mom!? Argument, exile, fleeing the scene, hiding in a dumpster, crashing on your couch for a week because technically I’m ho~omeless!

No, I am lost
My wounded heart
Resides back home in
Pieces strewn about
The graveyard of my lost love
For only...

The Road between Kirkwall and anyplace at all is hard and muddy by turns, this time of year, melted by sun and unexpected balmy wind, frozen again each night into ruts and fissures, as is the nature of roads in winters. The road too, is fraught with danger, the sides of the path lined with opportunities for those with less scruples than most-- and the forests, known to beasts and magic and the Dalish themselves, are not safer, for the unwary traveler. Times are lean, in this stretch of the year, and what generosity there is has stretched with the weeks until it's leaner still.

That's the road Sorrel has to walk, there and back again.

But on the other end, whether to Kirkwall or away from it, there burns a warm fire, a hearth with friendly faces, and family, of one sort or another.

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Comments

[samahl]

When Sorrel pulls back, Cyril reaches up and touches his face. It's a gentle touch. He smiles at Sorrel, enjoying looking into those impossibly bright eyes.

"Of course. As soon as you return."

[writteninblood]

"As... soon as I return," He responds, a little stilted, ears gone dark with blush. Holy shit, Cyril, turn it down, "Alright. Then... Then, I guess this is goodbye."

He steps back running one hand through his hair, mussing it.

"Goodbye, Cyril."

[samahl]

"Goodbye, Sorrel," Cyril replied, smiling at him. He hides the complex emotions stirring in his chest.