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[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria, Flint, & YOU
WHAT: Catch-all
WHEN: Fantasy!March
WHERE: Kirkwall/the Gallows
NOTES: Predominantly wrap-up/endcap threads for Wysteria and Flint before they ride off into the sunset. If you want something bespoke, feel free to wildcard me or reach out for a starter. Wysteria's impending departure is known, Flint's definitely isn't.

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[elegiaque]

Sensing stillness (and therefore opportunity), Small Yngvi makes a renewed effort to free himself from present imprisonment; Gwenaëlle tightens her grip around the fabric she's bundled him into like her skirts are a sack, still holding it far enough out from her knees to prevent easy swiping. It's not the most dignified for either party involved.

“Small Yngvi would sell us to the Venatori for a fish and a cuddle,” she concedes, “though I assume you're more expensive.”

She hesitates, teetering on not pressing him, then — as ever, reaching for the prospect of a useful task — settles on, “Do you need...? Tea or a remedy.” He looks sort of like shit, in an ordinary sort of way that maybe tea laced with pain relief could address, though he does also look as if he might become part of the furniture if he were to sit down long enough to drink it. Still.

Her gaze drifts over his shoulder, into the darkness where the boat had gone.

[katabasis]

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