Rosenblum Hall CMO

[shellhawked]

Hit me up for OU Rosenblum round shenanigans, AU Rosenblum stuff, post-game stuff!! Anything at all! I crave the girlies.

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[witheringrose]

[She knew what she would see in that picture and it didn't prepare her for it. She knew it would be the Tsukinomiya hospital. The physical therapist trying his best to make sure Hiori didn't strain herself too much--Momo sitting on the chair where Mio should be. It had torn into her heart in a way that felt worse than even all the death--and that felt so, so incredibly wrong. So of course she had withdrawn.

And the cookies--of course they were sugar, she wouldn't dare make chocolate with Chu-Chu and Varric around--but they were scattered in every which way. The tiny little thing that had let loose the floodgates. Some of the batch could be saved and certainly she could just make more... but...

God, it was the final straw, wasn't it? Even then she couldn't let herself cry fully. Not in the kitchen, not the calm ever-gentle Mio. No. Hiori would hear.

... Ah. Hiori wasn't here, was she? She's staring at the cookies, trying to keep those tears in check. She heard footsteps and she wiped her eyes on her sleeve. She would be calm. She would be collected.]

O-oh... ah... Hawke-san... I'm sorry--please, be careful--they're still hot--

[She can pretend it's the cookies. She wasn't thinking of something she couldn't fix... no, not at all. She pulls off an oven mitt to try to help pick them up.]

It's the little things, isn't it?

[shellhawked]

[Hawke lightly swats away Mio's attempts to help and tilts her head up to flash her a reassuring half-grin. There's too much going wrong around them to fix in this moment. The least she can do is try and lighten the mood.]

I've got it handled, I was born part-dragon. [Callouses from years of archery and drumming are as good as an oven mitt but only for picking up hot cookies.]

...It could be worse. You could have been holding the milk too.

[witheringrose]

I see, I see. You must be what they call the Dragonborn, hm?

[She can handle the cookies herself—her hands are a little rougher than one may assume—but for hot metal… even these teenagers aren’t dumb enough to grab that.]

Thank goodness I haven’t even warmed up the milk yet!