bright eyes watch the door with the dull shine of one BORED with their job. it’s a slow day at the golden mammoth, and meredith is having a HARD TIME ignoring the itch that she should be doing something at the back of her mind. it always grows, albeit slowly, until meredith feels she might slide from this plane to another with the need to take up her sword and do SOMETHING TO HELP. it’s what got her through avernus. “slow day,” she comments aloud, turning her head to look at diana. vesper is in the back cooking GODS KNOW WHAT and meredith winces at the smell, “do you think what your sister is making will be EDIBLE?” @hvnblst











