#rosecrowncd

        they’re at it again and grier can only sit quietly as she shuts her eyes and takes deep breaths. in the moment she prays to the maker to give her the patience needed to deal with the both of them. the maker does not listen and grier practically snaps within minutes.  “ enough! ”  she stands and looks at them both with a fire lit in her eyes.  “ i am so sick and tired of hearing the both of you! is it impossible for you both to shut your mouths? or must you continue on in this dominance over proving how terrible you both are? ”

she takes in a sharp breath through her nose and smooths down her hair in an attempt to gather herself. grier’s hardly paid attention tot he argument. at this point she’s learned to tune the words out but the noise still plucks at her nerves.  “ you’re both so unbearably frustrating at times! i can hardly stand to look at either of you right now so please shut up before i rip out my hair. ” 

put flowers in gróa’s hair like she deserves. literally always accepting.

she likes these celebrations. if lowlanders are good for anything ( they are good for lots of things, she’s realised, if not a little begrudgingly ) it’s their holidays, and all the merry making and ostentation, even if it comes along with a more than gratuitous helping of piety and their maker. 

but it’s ever so easy to ignore a thing like that when cecile is working beautiful little flowers into her hair. she can’t remember the last time she sat still for so long, at least without work in front of her, but here she is, obedient and serene as you like, all because the herald is playing with her hair, more or less. gróa’s sort of dreading it coming to an end, truth be told. this is far too relaxing, and she’s quite enjoying the company-- and the special attention. 

as all good things do, though, even this eventually ends. at least gróa doesn’t look disappointed when cecile proclaims she’s finished and, instead, she simply beams. 

meme. / accepting.

          her sister’s words are ominous and it all but sends a chill up grier’s spine. now, she may not act like it half the time but she loves ophelia. she truly does. despite all the wicked things that she has done, this is still her sister and she is a part of what little she has left in the world. grier takes in a breath of air to steady herself. 

it’s the look on ophelia’s face that has grier worried. she knows it well by now. she’s plotting something and that’s never good. for a moment, grier thinks of when they were both small and playing in the gardens back home. giggling and laughing for half the day before being dragged back inside before it grew dark. when was the last time they had gotten along so well? when did she lose that relationship with her dear sister?

it is a time of strange reunions. between leliana and grier, it seems like everybody’s coming to skyhold these days. maybe he should have expected it. after all, some people are just attracted to trouble, to the events that shake the world and leave people with such heavy weights upon their shoulders. 

but here’s one face he never thought he’d see again regardless. how many years has it been since she disappeared, since she vanished from everywhere? five, maybe? six? balfour can’t remember-- there’s so much on his mind these days-- but now she’s back and it’s all he can do to sit across from her, saying not a damn word. 

there’s so much to be said. and yet... he can’t find the words to do it any sort of justice. so, finally:

meme. / accepting.

        “ i suppose you’ve never learned to listen to your own advice have you? ”  grier is subtle in her stabbing words. she speaks calmly and hardly peers up from her current activities. moments prior she had been speaking to a servant, whom ophelia scared off the moment she walked in. now she realized why they had looked so fidgety.  “ if you’re looking for attention, dear sister, i promise you catch more flies with honey. ”