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[acreage]

WHO: Holden, you!
WHAT: A catch-all for the month(?)
WHEN: After Satinalia and onwards
WHERE: Kirkwall, Gallows
NOTES: There'll be post-murderhaus stuff in here, so there may be references to some of the horror movie occurrences!

Starters will be in the comments! I'm sorry, I'll write a real log one day.

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[acreage]

Thinking about the future, imagining it here, still doesn't come easily to him. Homesickness lives under his skin, more than ever since murderhaus, and a part of him would still like to believe that Naomi and Alex will show up any day now with an evac.

(Would he be able to just leave now, even if they did, even if his shard were somehow removed? Debatable. Irrelevant, though, to fantasy.)

But he doesn't voice any of that. Just breathes out an amused sound, almost a laugh, and leans into her fondly.

"Yeah," wistful, "that'd be nice."

[sulahnan]

Athessa lets the conversation lull on that note, which seems like as good a note as they can hope for, really. His lean brings a subdued smile to her face that reflects the fondness of the gesture.

After a while, she'll let her head rest on his shoulder, and several moments after that, she'll doze off. Comfortable, despite everything.

[acreage]

She's welcome to rest as long as she wants. He'll keep still as soon as he realizes, gently rearranging the blanket to better cover her, and generally trying to keep her warm and comfortable. Any notes of complaint from his midsection at the cold or stillness can be summarily ignored; this is nice, and he's comfortable enough, keeps an arm around her so she doesn't fall in her sleep.