Aleth walked next to her, resisting the urge to ask what she meant. Did Ash make a habit of this kind of behavior, then? Or what else would lead to her having to do this multiple times? It'd be pushing it. He instead fell into step beside her and dipped his head.
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"You're shaking," Sera said softly, draping a blanket over her friend and employer's frail shoulders. Gaius drew the blanket a bit closer about himself, staring hollowly at the floor. "I can't help it." He raised his head slightly, fixing his pale gaze on her. "Sera, what have I done?" "You've gone and given yourself a chill." She turned away quickly and set about stoking up the fire. "You'll be right as rain once you're warmed up, and I'll have food brought to you. You will eat." She hated him sometimes; his crippling self-loathing and misery was understandable having grown up with him for a time, but it became exhausting when he dumped it all onto her. Sera turned back to face him. Gaius had his eyes downcast again, and he looked more like a corpse than ever. Hunched over on the bed with his hair sticking up at all angles, long fingers with the skin stretching painfully over the delicate bones clutched the blanket possessively to his sallow chest, and the death-mask of a face all lent themselves to the image of some destitute wanderer rather than some powerful lord. Those features were a constant source of worry and pity for Sera, but now they raised only anger. She knew this was one of those times she ought to be lending her care to him, but she couldn't bring herself to conjure up that open heart she usually kept on reserve.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
The silence was beginning to feel awkward. Aleth didn't particularly mind waiting out an awkward silence -- it was a skill he'd managed years ago -- but he didn't want for it to become burdensome for the lady of the keep. He was still doing his best to charm her. "I'm sure you must be relieved to have his lordship back at the keep."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"More than I can say," Sara said quietly. "I don't like not knowing where he is."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Understandable," Aleth agreed. "It's a dangerous world."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"It certainly is." She cast a sideways look at him. "I trust you have a lot of experience with that, yourself."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Aleth resisted the urge to eye her, and instead kept his gaze fixed ahead. He had far more experience with it than she'd ever know. He found his livelihood in danger -- and what little comfort he had from his livelihood. "Unfortunately so."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
Sara faced forward again, clasping her hands in front of her as she led him towards his room. "I expect he'll discuss the issue with us further in the morning. Rest well, for now."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
He wondered if he'd be part of the "us" that was to hear the tale in the morning. He doubted it. But a man could have his hopes.
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
They reached the door, and Sara opened it. "I will see you on the morrow, then."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Good night," Aleth said, nodding to her and stepping inside.
(Do you have a plan now? lol)
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
(Hi, sorry I've been gone for forever! November proved to be the worst bit of the semester and I had a lot of assignments. But I'm free from college for the month! I have absolutely no plan in regards to the Ashes but I remember what I was doing with the Cecily storyline.)
Sara waited for him to close the door, then turned and headed back to the infirmary. The energy inside had changed since she left; there was a tense silence from Sera and utter misery from Gaius. Sara sighed and sat down beside her husband, wrapping an arm around him and taking his hand. He leaned into her and closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. She could feel his thin frame shaking, and his hand was so cold. "What were you thinking?" she murmured, turning her head to kiss his brow. "Why do you punish yourself like this, Gaius?" Gaius didn't reply, simply rubbing his thumb thoughtlessly over her knuckles. "You'd best get him to bed and stoke up the hearth," Sera piped up, wringing out a warm cloth and striding over to dab at Gaius's face. Gaius didn't pull away, though her winced; the water was boiling hot. "I'll have warm stew sent up. See to it he eats it, no fuss."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
(Hey there, are you still interested in this rp or have I left it a bit too long?)
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
(Ahh sorry! Things have been kind of hectic for me lately. Still definitely interested! I’ll try to get a reply in later this evening)
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
(No worries! I completely understand. I'm glad you're still interested! And I'm sorry again for how long I was away.)
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
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