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aintwejust: (I got a mind and I got a will)
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I ain't here, leave a letter.

Date: 2016-06-01 08:44 pm (UTC)
girlinthebox: (okay then)
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Going away.

[ She muffles it into the back of his shoulder, her face hidden this way. They might not come this way ever again, though she likes to think they will. Tangles of trouble finding one another in knots all over again.

Just not for a while. ]

Date: 2016-06-01 08:53 pm (UTC)
girlinthebox: (i know what it means to drift)
From: [personal profile] girlinthebox
Echoes are getting louder. They'd hurt...

[ She goes a little stiffer before shaking her head. Now's not the time for fear. There's time enough to lead them away, to prevent anyone here from finding out just why she'd been in Tevinter. ]

THey'd hurt, and I won't let them.

Date: 2016-06-03 07:11 pm (UTC)
girlinthebox: (deep down no sound)
From: [personal profile] girlinthebox
Not...no. Not the ones here. They're safe, they'll keep you safer. The one who hurt...they're hunting through the brush, dust on their bellies, searching for what they lost.

[ Finally, she unwinds herself from him, peering up at him with dark, solemn eyes. ]

The tracks should lead elsewhere.

Date: 2016-06-03 07:25 pm (UTC)
girlinthebox: (unforgiven)
From: [personal profile] girlinthebox
[ There have been bad days. There will always be bad days. But living here at Skyhold with him, with the rest of them, has made her heart light in ways that can't be counted. She has to say goodbye to all of them, to all of that, and go back to what they'd been before. Two fugitives on the run, always looking behind them.

It's not what she wants. But if it saves them...

Her lip trembles and she bites down on it hard, her eyes stinging. ]

Date: 2016-06-03 08:38 pm (UTC)
girlinthebox: (simon - fix you with these hands)
From: [personal profile] girlinthebox
[ Those feels are warm, a shelter and a comfort that now she has to learn to try and live without. There will always be her brother, and all he does, but the Captain and his dried apricots and odd trinkets, his not-quite parental sensibilities, remind her of gentler days.

Family.

She doesn't want to go away and come back a stranger, or just fade from memory. Her eyes squeeze shut tighter as she burrows in against him, trying now to hold back a sniffle. ]

Date: 2016-06-13 08:41 pm (UTC)
girlinthebox: (you think i don't know)
From: [personal profile] girlinthebox
[ She's worried for him, too. The thing that's embedded in his hand, hungry and stretching wide. She knows he'll bear it, he bears everything with that war-scarred heart of his just thundering on, but he shouldn't be alone.

That's the worst part of it all, honestly. ]


Should scream into them. The crystals feel it. They're full of so many song as it is...

[ There's a deep shuddering breath before she lifts her dark eyes to rest on his. ]

There are older things trying to move in them and leave their mark. Don't let it take you.

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