[open-ish] the lantern in the window

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Lexie & You
WHAT: Catchall
WHEN: After the attack
WHERE: Kirkwall, various
NOTES: None yet!

[Placeholder for when brain exists! Specific starters in the comments. ♥]

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[coquettish_trees]

[ Husband or not, Loki has never hesitated to put his hands on her, and it has always stopped her spiral, her heart bobbing like a kite at the end of a string caught fast before the wind can snatch it away into the sky. Something inside her wonders, in these moments, if she is seeing something of the truth of any Loki grown on any branch of time's tree. If her body would know. If she belongs to them all.

Mostly she breathes along with him, the rising tide of her hysteria ebbing again before it has a chance to ravage the shore; drops her forehead to rest briefly on his chest for the space of another breath, a more fulsome release, and finally looks up at Loki again with clearer eyes. Then with a thoughtful frown, casting her gaze back over the rubble. ]

Most of them are small, but... what holds them. The bookcase, perhaps, we might find. A cabinet, deep enough for a false back. A chest.

[ Secrets, all of them, tumbled into an open space that is little ready for them. Perhaps there are things even she knows nothing of...

But she thinks not. ]

They will be dark, heavy wood. The bookcase is carved very finely, without gilding. The cabinet has gold and stone inlays in the front; geometric patterns, as much Tevene work contains. The chest is rather unassuming, save that it has an sheen to it that is different from any wood you have seen, but I think it most likely of all to have survived.

For the area where they are likely to be found... if you find aught of dark green walls, that is—

[ There is no accustomed gripping in her chest to warn her— the first that Alexandrie knows she's shed a tear is the feel of it dripping from chin to chest. She pauses, breathes again, then looks back at Loki with an odd surety in her eyes. ]

That is where we start.