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[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria & YOU
WHAT: Anchor-related adventures and/or drama in fantasy September.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Some anchor and rift-related peril; open stuff is in the comments, but may use this as a catch-all. If an open prompt doesn't suit you, feel free to wildcard me or hit me up and I can write something bespoke. Prose or brackets is a-okay.

Comments

put a bow on this y/n

[heorte]

Had she not spoken, Ellis wouldn't have broken the quiet. It wouldn't have been such a surprise if she'd lapsed into silence. That's been the way of it, with the fever. But he sees the impulse towards speech resolve in her expression, nods in response.

But his answer is slower in coming. His hand leaves her hair, turns the cloth on her forehead and smooths the fabric back into place, then migrates down to join his other hand to cup hers between them both. Briefly, he draws her hand up and bends to put a soft kiss to her fingertips. She doesn't want to speak of this anymore. There's nothing else to be said anyway.

One of his hands keeps hold of hers as it returns to settle over the blankets.

"Aye," he acquiesces. "Here now, Patricio and Alekos had very nearly persuaded the duke to grant them permission for their engagement but for the interruption of Rosalía..."