semi-open | I'd rather be working for a paycheck

[kremdelacreme]

WHO: Krem and prior/current CR
WHAT: Krem is having a bad day and hiding away so that it doesn't become a Problem
WHEN: some time early Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Depression, hints of dysphoria, general malaise

Things had been going less than swimmingly, but that was nothing new. Infighting, outfighting, elsewhere-fighting, and here he was, feeling like twice-boiled hell.

The surgery was supposed to stop this shit, Maker-be-damned, but he still didn't feel like he fit in his own skin, and it made him want to hit something, and more than that, it made him want to disappear. Nobody would have to see him like this, if it happened. He wasn't doing anyone any damned good like this. Sure, he'd given himself a job, mending every last sheet, garment, curtain, that had been passed along to him, but all this quiet and time to himself wasn't giving him any peace. His own idiot feelings were gnawing away at him without the distraction, his hands on autopilot making neat little patches and seams in damaged cloth.

The feeling was more familiar than he'd ever admit. But he didn't want anyone to see him sitting here in his armor, his security blanket, glaring down at the sheet he was mending like he'd set it ablaze with his eyes if he could as he tried to ignore the pressure and sting of tears that he absolutely refused to let fall.

It's a bad day, and he doesn't want to make it any worse on himself just because he's having emotions. Those were for people that had the time and patience for them.

Comments

[qunari]

"Hey."

Bull knew something was up. Krem liked to keep the stiff upper lip thing going, didn't want to give any reason to question. But when you live in close proximity to a spy, even the little tells were giveaways. And Krem wasn't exactly being subtle at the moment.

So here was his chief, pulling up a chair with a quiet scraping sound before settling into it backwards, one arm propped on the back of the chair and giving him a considering look. One that ought to have been familiar enough by now.

[kremdelacreme]

It made him groan before Bull even brought his chair over. This wasn't something he wanted to explain, even if Bull did have good advice to offer. Talking wasn't something he felt up to doing just now.

Still, the Chief wasn't just someone that you could simply ignore until he went away. He'd tried it before. It never worked.

"Don't worry, it's not affecting my duties," he offers without looking up from his work.