WHO: Athessa, Madi, Lucien, Skull, and YOU!! WHAT: catch-all WHEN: mostly Satinalia and later WHERE: Kirkwall and The Gallows NOTES: post-murderhaus h/c is gonna go here
Athessa nods, just to sleep, and it feels like more than she deserves for acting so thoughtlessly. She's sorry. She's not sorry.
While Derrica unlaces her boots, Athessa finishes unbuttoning her overshirt, shrugging out of it with only a flicker of a wince at the pain of moving her shoulder. The chest binding she wears underneath the shirt will stay on, laughably for modesty's sake as she lays on her side by Derrica. She's not sorry. She is. Isn't.
She sighs, and when she closes her eyes, even briefly, her frown stays. She is.
But Derrica draws the blankets up around Athessa, and stays as she promised. She stays until Athessa's breathing evens out and the furrow of a frown eases from her face.
There's nothing to make any of this easier. It aches to slip from the bed, and aches to smooth the hair back from Athessa's face. She draws the thick folds of her own shawl up over Athessa's shoulders, gathered in with the blankets, and leaves silently out the door.
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While Derrica unlaces her boots, Athessa finishes unbuttoning her overshirt, shrugging out of it with only a flicker of a wince at the pain of moving her shoulder. The chest binding she wears underneath the shirt will stay on, laughably for modesty's sake as she lays on her side by Derrica. She's not sorry. She is. Isn't.
She sighs, and when she closes her eyes, even briefly, her frown stays. She is.
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But Derrica draws the blankets up around Athessa, and stays as she promised. She stays until Athessa's breathing evens out and the furrow of a frown eases from her face.
There's nothing to make any of this easier. It aches to slip from the bed, and aches to smooth the hair back from Athessa's face. She draws the thick folds of her own shawl up over Athessa's shoulders, gathered in with the blankets, and leaves silently out the door.