#umbrs

[lyriam]

he's never been so happy to feel the sea sprayed onto his face. he's never felt so happy to know he'll leave the day with sand in his clothes, in his shoes, in his hair. victor is safe. the sky is cloudy, but the air is still cool and humid. while fenris would normally complain, he feels like there's nothing to complain about. victor is safe. they're huddled together, wrapped in vic's favorite blanket. his boyfriend's head is tucked against his shoulder and fenris's head rests atop his, white and black hair snuggled together. he'd almost lost him. he'd never felt so scared. victor is safe. his mind repeats, and he turns his head to kiss vic's forehead.

@umbrs : i want you safe. i want you close to me.

“ i'm right here. ” he murmurs against vic's skin, but soon pulls his head back to look at his face. to think he almost never saw those eyes again. “ i'm safe. ” he reaches up to cup his cheek, and a rather somber expression settles on his face. “ i'm safe. ” fenris repeats again, his voice begins to break. instead of dwelling on it, however, he leans forward and kisses vic — tenderly, softly. he's the love of his life — and to think that he almost lost him, that he almost lost half of his soul.

it's easier to kiss him and will his tears to stay in his eyes than to face that fact again. when he does, he's teleported back to that hospital room. pleading with some god that he doesn't believe exists that his partner could live, that he'd be okay. he's weak, but he's okay. he's safe. “ are you cold? i think i'm hogging too much of the blanket. you'd tell me if you were too cold, right? ”

[miss-polly]

@umbrs ;

"Okay. Okay. I'm not going to freak out. I'm going to be so cool about this. Just -- tell me what exactly we're doing out here?" It was rare that Polly found herself out and about after sunset, no matter how early in the evening that was. But she couldn't say no to Vic, however little he'd told her up until now.

[crimewrought]

“   i can give you a demo on how to reply to text messages,   if you’d like.   or on how to return missed calls.   ”     maria’s words are scalding,   but her tone is a far cry from legitimate cruelty.   one look tells her @umbrs​​​​​​ can’t take anything too venomous;   vic looks as though a light breeze might just topple him,   so maria won’t make him face her hurricane.   though righteous in her annoyance,   this particular crusade can wait.   greene lets her barbs melt on her tongue,   lets her features ebb from choleric to concerned.   the hand that reaches to stroke his cheek is a kind one,   and a guiding one.   vic’s endured his fair share of harshly guiding hands.   from her,   he can be certain of softness eternally.

   “   i’m glad you’re here.   come inside–––i’ve got tea.   or fireball.   ”

[worthfulsa2]

“   oh,   it’s   nice   to   see   you   again,   @umbrs​.   ”    she   grins,   finger   starts   to   twist   the   ring   on   right   pointer   finger.   she   wonders   what   price   her   gaudy   necklace   received.    “   i   don’t   have   any   new   jewelry   for   you   today.   unless   you   just   came   by   to   chat?   ”     SC.

[cha1nbreak]

@umbrs

feet stop upon the street abruptly, head tipping slightly as though cocked to hear something. some days she would not have broken stride at the feeling of someone watching her ; it is not an unusual experience. she is a woman with many enemies upon many sides - - - factions still loyal to corypheus linger in shadows, magisters do not shy from an assassination between themselves and upstarts, there are the scattered whispers her spies collect about agents of an old elvhen god, and the inquisition keeps a keen eye upon her even if they know she is aware of their presence. the last, though, is less likely to be bearing a blade meant for her throat.

unless the inquisitor has changed their mind ; calpernia would not be surprised, and perhaps happy. she does so hate the fact there is a debt between her and the inquisition, some tie of thanks she must begrudgingly feel for the warning of what would have become of her had corypheus succeeded.

"if your nightingale requires a report on my activities you may ask for one instead of skulk about." calpernia resumes walking and does not wait to see if the pair of eyes she had felt follows along. if the spy feels the need to remain hidden and return to skyhold with a report on her movements extrapolated from what they see rather than what she says, so be it.

[sachharine]

his   hand   aches.   it   burns,   spreading   from   his   palm   all   the   way   up   his   arm.   he   doesn’t   want   it   to   ——   and   yet   it   does,   causing   an   ugly   wince   to   grace   his   face.    “   no,   i    ——   damn   it.   i   want   to   do   this   with   you,   @umbrs​,   it’s   just   .   .   .   ”    he’d   never   known   a   kind   touch   in   his   life.   he   didn’t   know   what   to   do   now   that   it   was   being   extended   to   him.    “   no   one’s   ever   touched   me   without   ill   intent,   is   all.   ”

[worthfulsa2]

“   oh,   i   don’t   care   about   that,   @umbrs​.   my   mother   gave   it   to   me.   i   never   liked   it   much.   ”

[miss-polly]

*puts a worm on polly's shoulder*

unprompted ;

Polly puts a hand over the worm, and stares at Vic sternly. Or at least, as sternly as she can with a grin flickering at the corners of her mouth. "I'm keeping him. He's mine now. I'm naming him Orange Sherbert, and he's going to eat apple slices with me."