WHO: Ellis + OTA WHAT: Homecoming WHEN: Guardian WHERE: Kirkwall NOTES: Thread collection. Closed and open starters in the comments. Holler if you want something bespoke or drop in a wildcard, I'll roll with it.
"I could boost you." Means he wouldn't need the chair. She's taller than him by a sliver, so she can't exactly reach it for him.
She doesn't mind the initial awkwardness. Maybe she can be the practice.
Conversationally, "You dropped that shield off at my door with perfect timing, by the way." Assuming he heard all about the undead attack on the Gallows that swiftly followed.
Looking up as she speaks, Ellis considers the upper shelves. And then nods, gesturing with a sweep of his hand for her to do as she will. He'll follow her lead.
"Aye, I heard there was some disruption."
Disruption.
"What happened?" stands in for the inevitable request. The shield had been a gift from Tony, and so Ellis would reclaim it. It had been a kindness for Abby to hold it for him, just as it had been a kindness for Tony to build it for him in the first place. He observes this from a distance, some prickle of discomfort accompanying it as he prompts, "What happened?"
In any case, she's more than fine to cross toward the book shelf and steady her linked hands on her knee for him to step into. Then, she can get him up to that map he's after.
Team work.
"What didn't fucking happen," is her grumbly reply when she boosts him, "We got attacked by undead skeletons." Another day ending in y, right.
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She doesn't mind the initial awkwardness. Maybe she can be the practice.
Conversationally, "You dropped that shield off at my door with perfect timing, by the way." Assuming he heard all about the undead attack on the Gallows that swiftly followed.
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"Aye, I heard there was some disruption."
Disruption.
"What happened?" stands in for the inevitable request. The shield had been a gift from Tony, and so Ellis would reclaim it. It had been a kindness for Abby to hold it for him, just as it had been a kindness for Tony to build it for him in the first place. He observes this from a distance, some prickle of discomfort accompanying it as he prompts, "What happened?"
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In any case, she's more than fine to cross toward the book shelf and steady her linked hands on her knee for him to step into. Then, she can get him up to that map he's after.
Team work.
"What didn't fucking happen," is her grumbly reply when she boosts him, "We got attacked by undead skeletons." Another day ending in y, right.