we laid our names to rest along the dotted line

[lacere]

WHO: Lead Scout Lace Harding and YOU.
WHAT: Things that are happening with Lace and you in Guardian
WHEN: Latter half of Guardian
WHERE: Emprise du Lion or Skyhold
NOTES: There are things that are happening!! I'm writing starters for interested parties, or if you wanna do a thing, go ahead and start something yourself. If you wanna discuss you can catch me on plurk over here.

Comments

[amygdalae]

Did Bruce hear it? It's hard to say, considering everything, but there is a sense of familiarity that he can't deny. Something that he can recognize, however faintly, and even that by itself is something that is rare enough for him. When you've spent years on the run there is never enough time to settle and become familiar with anything. So to feel something like this is... strange, to say the least.

Strange, but comforting enough at the same time. It's enough to have him stop, at least for now, too sluggish and tired to really do anything else. He can faintly feel movement beneath him but its hard to make out anything with the cold that still rages on.

So he does what his body does let him do - which is to give into his exhaustion and fall back unconscious, putting momentary faith and trust in that familiar feeling that he can sense. With luck, it won't end in relative disaster.

le timeskip?

[lacere]

Almost there.

Harding had meant what she said. Either her words had hit a nerve or he had passed out again, and though the snow persisted, it couldn't be everywhere at once, no matter how hard it tried. There was a fortunate higher wall, a well-timed corner, and that was where they bunkered down.

The snow began to ease sometime around nightfall. What had ripped at her face hours earlier had become a gentle, intermittent flurry, which was good, because it meant that they could light a fire. She was tending it, now, prodding the smoldering ashes and the twigs and branches that were to replace it. Across the fire, Rena and Morgan were asleep, heads on packs and backs pressed to one another for warmth, a bundle of human and dwarf and cloaks. Harding had shed her cloak and most of the furs, which had been used to protect Bruce from any further onslaught by the elements.

Harding wasn't sure how late it was, how long until dawn, just that it had been a long time. Rena had woken a few times, watched her for a few minutes - a silent offer - and then went back to sleep. Harding couldn't, even if her only companion was the crackle of the fire and wayward thoughts she didn't really allow to form.

timeskip \o/

[amygdalae]

For Bruce there is no sense of time between him having fallen back unconscious and him finally waking up again. One moment there's the cold and the next he's staring up into a dark ceiling and the smell of smoke on his nose. The cold is still here, but its more tolerable now - no longer biting into his skin and numbing his mind. Although it'll be a while yet before his mind can be as sharp as it usually would be.

Still, its awake enough for him to put two and two together and know that he didn't just end up here magically. Bruce takes a moment to try and gather his strength before he starts to try and get up - not exactly a task that's easy to accomplish at the moment, with how sluggish and worn out his body feels.