crystal.

[mournwitch]

FORM: A crystal message
SENDER: Athénaïs Tavarys
RECIPIENT: All y’all

( the voice that comes across the crystals is a woman’s, nevarran accented, likely familiar to some— maybe some more than others. she’d joined riftwatch in nevarra, following them back to kirkwall from the necropolis alongside professor volkarin; presently, she’s set herself up in the thaig, which is where she’s reaching out to the crystals from,

though it’s not only her voice audible. there’s a slightly muffled cacophony of hideous grinding sounds in the background as she opens, )

So, is someone missing an incredibly mobile teapot.

Comments

this is probably nsfw a couple comments before this

[anthracite]

[ if the syllable was a warning shot, that means he's winning, ]

It is easier if it was only sex, isn't it? Embarrassing to tail after me all those years for human cock alone —

[ cheap, abundant, etc ]

— But if that was your decision.

sorry about them everyone

[mournwitch]

( in perhaps the most hurtful and easily elided admission of emotional attachment possible, )

Let me disabuse you, up top, of the notion the sex was that good. I should’ve left you for Sarta.

( who is too dead to disavow the implication that was ever an option, )

I made a lot of decisions, and one of them was not to play a losing hand. You should try it.

[anthracite]

I aspire to more than the canary.

[ may riftwatch take keen fucking note when athenais flaps off. ]

Where are you?

[mournwitch]

Why?

[anthracite]

So I can be somewhere else.