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[OPEN] I can't get by pretending it's okay
WHO: Bruce Banner and Anybody Else
WHAT: Everything Is Fine And Nothing Is Wrong: a premier by Bruce
WHEN: Haring 16 onwards
WHERE: All over Skyhold
NOTES: Mostly open post through the rest of December - prompts and such are under the cut. I'm starting in brackets, but feel free to switch to prose and I will follow accordingly! Also warning for angst and Bruce being Bruce.
WHAT: Everything Is Fine And Nothing Is Wrong: a premier by Bruce
WHEN: Haring 16 onwards
WHERE: All over Skyhold
NOTES: Mostly open post through the rest of December - prompts and such are under the cut. I'm starting in brackets, but feel free to switch to prose and I will follow accordingly! Also warning for angst and Bruce being Bruce.
one. making the rounds. (courtyards, most of skyhold)
[Almost one week later, Bruce still can't quite shake off the entire incident from his mind. Or rather, he can't shake off the image of the dead mage in his head when he finally made it out of the garden, the poor soul gone for good after what Adelaide and the others had done.
He couldn't blame them, of course - they were only doing what was necessary, what was right - but all the same it still reminded Bruce of the reality of what he was and how people would perceive him if they ever knew the truth. The moment they knew... nothing would ever be quite the same, that he was certain of.
He tries not to dwell on it too much, but it continues to haunt him through the day as he does his daily rounds. Having denied himself the use of his magic save for that one time with Cole, Bruce is still healing from the injuries he suffered from the abomination. There're bandages around his head and arms and chest (although the last is hidden underneath his clothing) but Bruce doesn't let those get in his way, just as he doesn't let the occasional throb or ache of pain from his still healing ribs stop him from doing his work. Some of his more familiar patients do ask him about it, but Bruce is quick to brush them off and turn the attention back to themselves. They are all far more important than he will ever be, after all.]
two. fixing the garden. (the garden)
[With how things had been that night the abomination had more or less left a good part of the garden damaged. That, of course, included the herbs that had been growing, which was most likely going to cause some issues in the near future.
Still, at least its not like they're gone forever. Bruce drops by the garden whenever he can, helping to get the earth ready once more so that a new batch of herbs can be planted with the hope that they'll grow properly and without interruption this time around. It hard labor, yes, but at least the work helps Bruce to temporarily keep his mind off the more dangerous lines of thoughts that he knows he shouldn't dwell on. How long that works, though, is another thing entirely.]
three. midnight wanderings. (battlements and library)
[The thoughts never leave him, not really, and Bruce knows full well that he's going to have to deal with a good while of not being able to sleep properly. Sleepless nights are practically an old friend to him now.
That doesn't mean he will let himself waste his time - since he is awake he might as well make full use of what he has. On some nights he can be found on the battlements, brewing potions up there in the quiet that's only broken by the footsteps of the night patrol. On other nights he might in the library instead, perusing several books and if one manages to catch him at the right time, will see that it pertains to abominations and other such things related to them.]
wildcard.
[Feel free to throw in your own prompt or PM/contact me to plot out stuff!]
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"You mean the rest of the damage?" he asked once he drew his hand back, giving Maxwell an inquiring look. "I've seen part of it, yes."
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He'd been busy, so wrapped up in what had happened in the garden - to the garden - to really get around to the rest of Skyhold just yet.
"And did we - lose anyone else?"
Besides the mage in question and whatever poor soul it had been dragging along with it.
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"It's pretty bad. Not much losses, but--" It was still enough. Enough to feel the pain and the fear and remember why magic was such a terrifying thing to everyone.
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"Well, at least there's that," he said after a moment. "Stone can be cut, walls can be rebuilt."
He glanced sidelong at the torn and burned garden.
"It'll take time, but being alive gives us that."
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"That's the most important thing," he muttered, glancing at the destroyed garden as well. It would take time, but eventually there would be a proper garden again - life would return to these charred grounds.
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Then Maxwell took a breath and turned back to Bruce.
"Thank you again," he said. For the offer of help, and for the simple company. He appreciated that.
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He gestured gently to the burnt area around him.
"At least until I've finished going through everything."
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It would be rude, and it was clear that there was a lot of sentimental value attached to the things he had with him. Bruce knew he was hardly in a position to cause more distress for the man.
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He couldn't fix anything, until he knew what was broken.