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WHO: Athessa and YOU!
WHAT: Catch-all because I need to stop exclusively inboxing
WHEN: Whenever but mostly now-ish, post-dream meme
WHERE: Around, Kirkwall and the Gallows, maybe in the field who knows
NOTES: NSFW threads will be marked and/or moved to my NSFW inbox, CW as needed, blah blah blah
WHAT: Catch-all because I need to stop exclusively inboxing
WHEN: Whenever but mostly now-ish, post-dream meme
WHERE: Around, Kirkwall and the Gallows, maybe in the field who knows
NOTES: NSFW threads will be marked and/or moved to my NSFW inbox, CW as needed, blah blah blah
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Fuck.
He pulls out a chair and sits down across from her, and still needs a few minutes after that to absorb the information and ask, "How long did he have you?"
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"Long enough? I..." There isn't really an adequate answer. She remembers what happened, the facts as detailed by Fitcher in the report, what it felt like to have someone else hold sway over her blood and to be able to do nothing against it, but she wasn't exactly counting the seconds. Minutes? Hours? How long does it take to kill an already-dead Duke in front of a planted audience? How long did it take to escape?
She shrugs again. "Long enough."
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It’s not a question he frequently asks—because he considers it most people’s responsibilities to be fine, whether they want to be or not, and if they can’t manage to be fine they can at least manage not to make it anyone else’s problem. But most people haven’t been subjected to blood magic. Especially that sort.
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"Not really," she admits, matter-of-factly. She's pretty confident that she's patently not fine and not at all confident that she even knows what fine feels like anymore, but she just doesn't have the energy to get worked up about it right now. "But thanks for asking. I just really don't want it to happen again, ya know?"