at least the dark don't hide it; OTA

[wythersake]

WHO: Isaac + OTA
WHAT: Dream aftermath
WHEN: First day or so after everyone wakes up
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: Probable vague discussion of torture, will edit as appropriate.

 

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[wythersake]

The bedroom lock turns easily, by force or key. Isaac doesn't return the first evening, or the next. His things remain, amid smaller signs of habitation. Anything worth hiding is already gone.


INFIRMARY

It's night. He's quiet.

Each drawer of Isaac's desk has been pulled in turn, its typical sprawl defoliated into neat lines. A box of bandage, a line of empty vials: What can stay, what will go. He isn't dressed to travel. No cloak, no pack. He wears a certain grim attention all the same — those entering will not catch him unaware.

"You're awake."

A joke. Not a funny one.


ACQUISITIONS OFFICE

The door is propped open.

Barely — a sliver of light that knifes into the hall beyond. Enough to catch the shadow of a footfall: Spare warning for the man dozing inside. Isaac's head nods over the staked page of a map, Ferelden, the northeast reaches (soil hardly worth the plough). An abandoned cup of coffee leaks a slow brown ring into the Waking Sea.

(So this is where his coat went.)


WILDCARD

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