If reaching for magic didn't feel so dangerous in the moment, Derrica might have tended to the hearth herself. Matthias had taught her enough that she could bring up flame, but it's volatile and she isn't—
It's a small room, but she hasn't stopped moving. All useless energy. What can she do? Nothing. All this is fear and desperation that goes nowhere.
Even Richard can't change what's happened. Coming here won't do anything, except it means she isn't alone now.
The quiet, hitching quality of her breath has slowed, but the tears haven't. Even when she swipes at her cheeks, it makes no difference.
"I'm sorry. I think I'm wasting your time."
She doesn't want whiskey. Or wine. Or anything other than to go back to an hour before when Holden had first knocked on her door. Maybe if she'd said something different or they'd gone into Kirkwall or down to the garden or anything other than sit together talking, the night would have unfolded in another direction.
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Date: 2022-02-07 06:26 am (UTC)It's a small room, but she hasn't stopped moving. All useless energy. What can she do? Nothing. All this is fear and desperation that goes nowhere.
Even Richard can't change what's happened. Coming here won't do anything, except it means she isn't alone now.
The quiet, hitching quality of her breath has slowed, but the tears haven't. Even when she swipes at her cheeks, it makes no difference.
"I'm sorry. I think I'm wasting your time."
She doesn't want whiskey. Or wine. Or anything other than to go back to an hour before when Holden had first knocked on her door. Maybe if she'd said something different or they'd gone into Kirkwall or down to the garden or anything other than sit together talking, the night would have unfolded in another direction.