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[colecomfort]

WHO: Cole & Several (includes OPEN THREAD for Rifters)
WHAT: Compassion returns to Skyhold.
WHEN: Early-Mid Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Cole works best with individualized threads rather than completely open ones. Please don't be afraid to contact me (Plurk or PM) if you'd like to set something up! Prompts will be posted in comments.

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[mythalenaste]

The Third Blight, that's right. She rubs the sleep from one eye and picks up her tea to sip. That was a surprisingly pleasant nap. All right, finding her place on the page. Third Blight.

So many Orlesian cities. Fuck Orlais. Really, fuck Orlais. Toth. Toth, God of Fire. Orlais and Tevinter. Everything is Orlais and Tevinter. How does one orally-taught elf savage fight a historical narrative so focused on the two nations that gave her people more grief than any other? Rely on friends. Creators know how bad she is at convincing people of anything. Couldn't even convince her fiancé to marry her, for fuck's sake.

One thing at a time, Pel. Third Blight.

[colecomfort]

It's important for her to do this research. But it's also a way to drown out the rest, to bury her pain. Pain never stays buried for long.

He continues to watch, until the tea has started to go lukewarm. Then he speaks -- this time at her side, rather than from behind her.

"I could get you more tea." His posture is humble, his hands folded in front of himself.

[mythalenaste]

"Oh--!"

She blinks at the young man.

"Oh, that isn't necessary. I can get it myself."

[colecomfort]

A minuscule smile twitches onto his face. He would have been happy to get the tea. He hadn't known for certain that she would refuse. But people sometimes do. Now he knows what to say.

"You should." He steps away, as if to walk past her, behind her chair, but if she turns to see where he was, there will only be empty air. The memory of those few shared words will slip against the surface of her mind — was someone really here, or did she dream it?

Nearby, Cole continues to watch. Going for a walk to get the tea would be good for her. It might allow some of those thoughts to settle.

[mythalenaste]

She looks back for him, but finds no one. Strange. Who was she talking to? Her steps slow to a stop. If she's not saving anyone the trip, why is she headed for more tea? Does she even want more tea?

It's nice to be up, though. Nice to get away from work for a bit. Maybe she'll take a peek into the kitchen to see what's there. Maybe there will be cake. Cake! Now, that would make a detour to the kitchen a luxurious vacation.