[ the paths of the gallows were not as familiar to alexandrie and so granted little of that peace that gwenaëlle had found-- but everything was unfamiliar right now, as if she had taken a step an inch to the side of what was real. even marceau looked strange. even geneviéve. herself, in the mirror. sometimes she had to reach up and touch her own cheek-- a half-shade darker from weeks of unavoidable sun-- to assure herself she existed. sometimes even that didn't work.
the pall of grief at the asgard estate was real. the yawning gap in even the smallest spaces between loki and herself which neither of them could bear bridging was real. and, oddly, unexpectedly enough that her eyes widen slightly in surprise when the petite woman answers the door, so was gwen. perhaps it was because she too was forged a little harder in tevinter, still wearing the bruises which lexie cannot help but reach up to touch gently not in sympathy or concern but in recognition. the embrace of greeting is solid and grounding, the link of their arms a tether, and she will go wherever she is led by it. ]
I can see the sea in you. [ apropos of nothing, as they walk. she has spent enough time watching the waves while painting to recognize a woman of the land turned siren. ] It suits you.
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the pall of grief at the asgard estate was real. the yawning gap in even the smallest spaces between loki and herself which neither of them could bear bridging was real. and, oddly, unexpectedly enough that her eyes widen slightly in surprise when the petite woman answers the door, so was gwen. perhaps it was because she too was forged a little harder in tevinter, still wearing the bruises which lexie cannot help but reach up to touch gently not in sympathy or concern but in recognition. the embrace of greeting is solid and grounding, the link of their arms a tether, and she will go wherever she is led by it. ]
I can see the sea in you. [ apropos of nothing, as they walk. she has spent enough time watching the waves while painting to recognize a woman of the land turned siren. ] It suits you.