WHO: Coupe + Gervais, Yseult, Lakshmi, Teren WHAT: Back 2 Kirkwall WHEN: Now-ish, some prompts backdated WHERE: Kirkwall/Vaguely Orlais NOTES: HMU on plurk if you want something.
For a long time, Gervais didn't allow himself to wish even so much as that they might live in a world in which they might wish; now, he will go that far, at least. It feels like a world being molded for people who will go to it and leave them behind, all the more reason to hold her closer and tighter while he yet can. Emeric is dead, Gwenaëlle is a mystery and the life he once lived coals he must still walk over, but this—
this, still.
He had not allowed himself to think she wouldn't return, so he didn't have to wish for it. Here she is, now, and the thought of home is strange, and sad, and lovely, and he turns his face against her throat and exhales all of those things.
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this, still.
He had not allowed himself to think she wouldn't return, so he didn't have to wish for it. Here she is, now, and the thought of home is strange, and sad, and lovely, and he turns his face against her throat and exhales all of those things.
“Yes,” feels like plenty.