And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]

[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]

[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]

Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.

[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]

[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]

Comments

[tsugomori]

Your welcome, Killia.

[ His voice is soft and gentle as he speaks, a soft smile gracing his features again to the other man, when he finally lets go, kind of indicating to Mikazuki that it was time for him to let go (which he certainly did). ]

I'll be glad to do that any time you need as well.

[deofoled]

I...yeah. [ What does he say to that? He doesn't know what to say because he doesn't know how he feels, two viewpoints warring in his head. But it did make him feel better at least in the moment, evident by the way his wings have lift to them again.]

You don't need to stay here with me, I'll be fine.

[tsugomori]

[ Mikazuki will make a nod now. He's glad to have been able to help when he could, but also that they were able to share such a close, intimate moment. Now, he'll begin to see himself out with a bow. ]

Alright. Have a good night, Killia, and sleep well.