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- benedict quintus artemaeus,
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- fifi mariette,
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- { peter parker },
- { tony stark }
player plot | when my time comes around, pt 2
WHO: Anyone who didn't die here.
WHAT: A sad week.
WHEN: Approx Solas 21-30
WHERE: Granitefell, the Gallows, wherever else you want.
NOTES: A second log for this plot. Additional posts/logs will cover the time travel/fix-it components—this one is for the time period where no one knows that's a possibility.
WHAT: A sad week.
WHEN: Approx Solas 21-30
WHERE: Granitefell, the Gallows, wherever else you want.
NOTES: A second log for this plot. Additional posts/logs will cover the time travel/fix-it components—this one is for the time period where no one knows that's a possibility.
Those who fly out to Granitefell arrive a few hours after dawn to find a smoldering gravesite and fewer than twenty living souls, Riftwatch's five included. The survivors have done what they can in the intervening hours, but there's still work to be done to tend to wounds, move the bodies—especially the delicate ones—and help the remaining villagers, mostly children, build pyres to see to their own dead before they're relocated somewhere safer. Somewhere with roofs that aren't collapsed or still lightly burning.
Carts to carry Riftwatch's dead won't arrive for some time afterward, and bringing them back takes just as long. It's a few days before they're returned to the Gallows, preserved from decay as best everyone could manage but nonetheless in poor shape from the battle. Pyres are an Andrastian tradition for a reason—to prevent possession—but burials and mummification aren't so unheard of that anyone will be barred from seeing to their loved ones as they see fit.
Before, during, and after any funerary rites, there are absences. Empty beds, empty offices, voices missing from the crystals, pancakes missing from Sundays. Belongings that need to be sorted and letters that need to be written. And, perhaps most pressingly, work that still needs to be done, including the work left behind by those who can no longer follow through on their own projects or tie up their own loose ends, as the world and its war keep moving steadily onward as if nothing happened at all.
Carts to carry Riftwatch's dead won't arrive for some time afterward, and bringing them back takes just as long. It's a few days before they're returned to the Gallows, preserved from decay as best everyone could manage but nonetheless in poor shape from the battle. Pyres are an Andrastian tradition for a reason—to prevent possession—but burials and mummification aren't so unheard of that anyone will be barred from seeing to their loved ones as they see fit.
Before, during, and after any funerary rites, there are absences. Empty beds, empty offices, voices missing from the crystals, pancakes missing from Sundays. Belongings that need to be sorted and letters that need to be written. And, perhaps most pressingly, work that still needs to be done, including the work left behind by those who can no longer follow through on their own projects or tie up their own loose ends, as the world and its war keep moving steadily onward as if nothing happened at all.
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Ellie thinks it nastily, but keeps it in the back of her throat instead of spitting it out. Gela doesn't deserve her anger. None of them do. She's mad at Clarisse. And Abby, and a dragon. And herself.
"Thank you."
A breath, just a small one.
"For helping."
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She recognises that this was no small thing, to let her in here, and touch the things she's working on in Clarisse's name.
Hedging her way, speaking gently as she finishes off the last of her work, "I'm not saying I completely understand what you're going through, I know I don't. But I've lost people and I know how it sits inside, and what it does to you." For example: it is impossible, not to sit here, sewing, and think of her mother. There is an ache in her throat.
"If you ever need somebody to be with, I can do that. I'll do that for you."
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It comes and goes, the waves of grief. They're each of them different.
"Thank you," Ellie says softly. She's not sure she can manage much else. But at least now, she has the option. And she's grateful.
It occurs to her that there's a lot of care being shown for her, during this. A lot of people who understand the magnitude of what she lost. It's a good indication of what she still has.
"I'm glad you're still here, Gela."
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Truly. It's a really kind thing for her to say. She has to sit there and widen her eyes and wait before she says anything else. Her vision is filmy with tears. Eventually it feels safe to blink again.
She should go. She gives Ellie a clumsy pat on her hand, a little touch, brief and trembly and then she stands to go. With all the big-sister-authority she can muster under the circumstances she says, "Eat your food," and closes the door behind her, to leave her to it.
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For Gela, she'll actually try.