( it's been a hell of a month, and it's not yet over. most are returned from tevinter, but as kostos so bluntly put it to her they left people behindβmostly people gwenaΓ«lle could easily put from her mind, but for one name. that adalia's loss would be survivable wouldn't make it less a loss, wouldn't make it acceptable. they will have to go back. there is work still to do.
yet it's a relief she wouldn't have thought, just being back in the gallows. the fucking gallows, of all the places in all of thedas, become familiar; solas's mural on the walls, her things among her husband's, hardie a welcoming weight leaned against her. home, for now. for a time.
when she comes to the door (and it is she who comes to the door) she's dressed similarly simply, exchanged her ship-clothes for a soft gown and undone, washed and combed out her salt-water plaits. traces of what happened colour her in bruises stark against soft, pale fabric; her jaw, her arms. but she's whole, and so is lexieβ
who she embraces, which is a very fine greeting. she takes in the bottle when she draws back, holding a hand light underneath it, then looking up to meet her eyes, )
Come on, ( linking their arms, ) I know somewhere we won't be interrupted by anyone else's work.
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yet it's a relief she wouldn't have thought, just being back in the gallows. the fucking gallows, of all the places in all of thedas, become familiar; solas's mural on the walls, her things among her husband's, hardie a welcoming weight leaned against her. home, for now. for a time.
when she comes to the door (and it is she who comes to the door) she's dressed similarly simply, exchanged her ship-clothes for a soft gown and undone, washed and combed out her salt-water plaits. traces of what happened colour her in bruises stark against soft, pale fabric; her jaw, her arms. but she's whole, and so is lexieβ
who she embraces, which is a very fine greeting. she takes in the bottle when she draws back, holding a hand light underneath it, then looking up to meet her eyes, )
Come on, ( linking their arms, ) I know somewhere we won't be interrupted by anyone else's work.