set your heart against the scales, keep your head above the tide

[dashing]

WHO: Ambassador Amsel & others
WHAT: a Herian catch-all
WHEN: through the month
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: closed and open starters to be added through the month, I have a hideous cold atm and am even more forgetful than usual, so if we have discussed something and I've neglected to follow up or set something up, please don't hesitate to contact me.

Comments

[coppelganger]

No. I haven't.

[ She bites at a thumbnail, nervous at the thought. Which is stupid, 'cause it's Cosima, not some stranger. But it's Cosima from a point in time where they barely knew each other. It's not the Cosima she's come to rely on and view as one of her best friends. Yet. ]

[dashing]

( With a quiet sigh, Herian takes a few steps closer to Sarah. )

Sarah, I cannot offer you any advise that would not be... hypocritical, in truth. Communication is hardly something that comes naturally to me. Cosima, though— Cosima is understanding. And you are her family, and even if much is different between you, it remains that you are a piece of home that she has been denied until now, and you matter to her.

( Herian shrugs a little. ) I made the mistake of concealing information from her because I thought that would grant her happiness. I was very wrong.

[coppelganger]

[ That makes Sarah look at Herian more sharply. She's been trying, very hard, not to compare Herian to Delphine. It's a completely different situation, and it's not fair to her. But if that doesn't sound like something Delphine would say... ]

Have you?

[dashing]

( There is a stretch of silence. This is still new, raw, and exposing the weakness to one she barely knows does not come easily. )

I did not confide in her when... things were becoming overwhelming. I thought that self destruction was the better path, before telling her that I was struggling.

[coppelganger]

[ Well, okay. Sarah can relate to that. ]

Yeah. Well, we've all done shit like that. The good thing about Cosima is she sticks with you anyway.

[dashing]

( A quiet huff of laughter, or close to it. )

We are both very lucky in that regard.