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riverviewlogs2018-10-15 12:09 am
stumbledfromtheashes) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-10-15 12:09 am
[CLOSED] And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
who: Iona Lavellan (stumbledfromtheashes) and Dorian Pavus (tevinteraltus), Iona Lavellan and Relm Hawke (indigobird), Iona Lavellan and Natasha Romanoff (unmakeme)
what: A friend and lover has left the Quarantine
when: Somewhere around the October 10th-14th range? Just after Cullen left.
where: their place
warnings: Nothing. Just a lot of heartbreak
REALISATION. For Dorian.
Iona doesn’t believe it, at first. When Cullen goes silent, when she doesn’t hear from him, see him... She refuses to believe it. (A part of her knows. A part of her knows what it means. But she just... can’t. Not yet. Not at first.) But she needs to know. She has to. So she checks. With the guard, first.
And then she goes to his room. The one they shared as much as they shared hers.
Pushing open the door, she stands in the doorway, staring at his pristine quarters, the things he’d purchased, the things she’d bought him to make his room a little homier, sitting where they had been carefully placed. But no Cullen.
It’s then that reality sets in. The heart-wrenching realisation that he’s gone. She can’t breathe. She can’t breathe. She stands there, the hand she has pressed against the doorjam unsteady. She doesn’t even notice the tears streaming silently down her cheeks.
He’s gone.
LATER. For Hawke.
It’s later, how long Iona doesn’t know, when she makes her way down to their wine cellar (‘wine’, although there’s more than that), choosing whatever bottle of the strongest alcohol she can find first, and heads outside, to curl up in the nature corner. In the hammock. She spent a lot of time there, with Cullen. Curled up just the two of them. And now he’s gone.
It guts her, and she hates it. Hates that she’s so destroyed by his loss. (Does he even remember her? He’s gone back to his world, his Inquisitor... does he even remember their time together? Does he miss her the way she misses him?) Hates that he’s gone. She hates a lot of things at the moment.
Mostly her heart is broken. Just shattered in her chest and she doesn’t know what to do with it. With herself.
So she curls up in the hammock with a bottle of alcohol, wearing one of Cullen’s shirts (she’s laid claim to his clothes. Mostly his shirts. His shirts and the little things that remind her of him. Because she’s a fool) and starting to aggressively drink her sorrow away. Or numbing it as best she’s able.
stumbledfromtheashes) and Dorian Pavus (tevinteraltus), Iona Lavellan and Relm Hawke (indigobird), Iona Lavellan and Natasha Romanoff (unmakeme)what: A friend and lover has left the Quarantine
when: Somewhere around the October 10th-14th range? Just after Cullen left.
where: their place
warnings: Nothing. Just a lot of heartbreak
REALISATION. For Dorian.
Iona doesn’t believe it, at first. When Cullen goes silent, when she doesn’t hear from him, see him... She refuses to believe it. (A part of her knows. A part of her knows what it means. But she just... can’t. Not yet. Not at first.) But she needs to know. She has to. So she checks. With the guard, first.
And then she goes to his room. The one they shared as much as they shared hers.
Pushing open the door, she stands in the doorway, staring at his pristine quarters, the things he’d purchased, the things she’d bought him to make his room a little homier, sitting where they had been carefully placed. But no Cullen.
It’s then that reality sets in. The heart-wrenching realisation that he’s gone. She can’t breathe. She can’t breathe. She stands there, the hand she has pressed against the doorjam unsteady. She doesn’t even notice the tears streaming silently down her cheeks.
He’s gone.
LATER. For Hawke.
It’s later, how long Iona doesn’t know, when she makes her way down to their wine cellar (‘wine’, although there’s more than that), choosing whatever bottle of the strongest alcohol she can find first, and heads outside, to curl up in the nature corner. In the hammock. She spent a lot of time there, with Cullen. Curled up just the two of them. And now he’s gone.
It guts her, and she hates it. Hates that she’s so destroyed by his loss. (Does he even remember her? He’s gone back to his world, his Inquisitor... does he even remember their time together? Does he miss her the way she misses him?) Hates that he’s gone. She hates a lot of things at the moment.
Mostly her heart is broken. Just shattered in her chest and she doesn’t know what to do with it. With herself.
So she curls up in the hammock with a bottle of alcohol, wearing one of Cullen’s shirts (she’s laid claim to his clothes. Mostly his shirts. His shirts and the little things that remind her of him. Because she’s a fool) and starting to aggressively drink her sorrow away. Or numbing it as best she’s able.