#ok!!!!

In another world

We could stand on top of the mountain

With our flag unfurled

In a time to come

In a time to come we will be

Dancing to the beat played

On a different drum

I didn’t forget about this!! I finally got an idea together!!

Crossroads Island AU: Veryl’s very unimpressed with her roommate’s inability to lie

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When it rains/snows/storms

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There were four apples on the counter.

Sabi took an apple to work with her every day. There were four apples yesterday, so there should be three today.

But there were four apples on the counter.

Veryl furrowed her eyebrows, walking over to the front door. Sabi’s bag and shoes were missing, but her umbrella was still in the stand.

Her roommate was stubborn, but even Sabriel wouldn't have left her umbrella after getting caught in the downpour two days ago. It was still raining today.

That meant she was still in the house. At eleven in the morning?

With a scowl, Veryl stomped up the stairs to her roommate's door. She knocked once, just out of habit, before trying the handle.

It was locked.

"I know you're in there, Roomie! And don't try to tell me nothing is wrong! You wouldn't be pretending you went to work otherwise!"

There was a long moment of silence before she heard a muffled groan and shuffling footsteps.

The door cracked open, Sabriel staring at her with one glassy eye. Her face was flushed with fever.

"I don't feel well. Don't come in here." She sounded awful.

Veryl sighed, scratching the back of her head in frustration. "I knew running around in the rain was going to backfire on you. I'll go get you some soup."

"I don't need it. I took medication already and I'm trying to sleep it off. I'll be fine by tomorrow." Sabi frowned at her. "Why aren't you at work?"

"I'm working from home today, not that you need to know," Veryl retorted, crossing her arms. "When was the last time you ate something?"

Sabi opened her mouth to respond, then closed it, moving to close the door again. "I'm going back to bed."

"Ohhh no you don't!" Veryl lunged forward, shoving her foot into the doorjamb. Letting the door hit it barely even hurt. "I'm making you some toast and you're going to eat it. And don't even think about locking your door, I'll pick it if I have to."

She watched as Sabi crawled back into bed, her back turned to the door.

She wanted to be petulant? Fine. Sabi was stubborn, but Veryl was more than capable of meeting that energy.

Maybe she could convince Varric to send up some soup.

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this situation does escalate. Veryl’s not a good caretaker and Sabi’s not a good patient. Might need backup.