unshod | [Folkmore] IC Contact

[Early some September morning, a little package ends up on Fenris' doorstep. Within, is a new set of clothing - a soft turtleneck, a perfectly tailored pair of pants, and a thick autumn trench coat. Now that they've spent so much time together, Rue is all too aware that Fenris mostly wears his armor here and there, so let them provide him with something a little more casual to wear.

Attached is a tiny notecard that simply reads:]

A gift from me to you ♡

- Rue

Fenris, my dear friend, may I confide in you in regards to something very sensitive?

[it's obvious that Sarajane has been chewing the hell out of her lower lip prior to calling]

Heeeeeey. It's me. Sarajane. Sarajane Hawke. Just...wondering how you were doing? If maybe we could meet up and have a drink?

My husband has returned to me. Just early today he's arrived in Folkmore.

[ Hawke gives Fenris a wrapped present that looks more like a wad of various holiday papers got into a fight and lost to the tape holding it all together.

Inside though is a handmade leather journal and a hand written note wishing Fenris further luck on his endeavors to read and write and that Hawke will always be there to help. ]

Edited 2023-12-20 15:16 (UTC)

[there's a basket with two different kinds of red wine and a homemade poundcake. a note is attached, 'if you eat the poundcake while drinking the wine, it's dessert!']

[At some point during the solstice, Steven leaves a tall bag at Fenris' door filled with blue and silver tissue paper. Inside, he'll find a bottle of vegan wine as well as an assortment of fuzzy socks with a small note attached that reads: For the colder months this time of year! - Steven]

( a package arrives wrapped in butcher paper and addressed to fenris from one james barnes. it's lumpy and shaped very strangely, full of oddly formed hard sides.

upon opening the wrapping, he'll find a set of whetstone bars of varying grit, a microfiber polishing cloth, and a small wooden figurine of a wolf that easily fits in the palm. the wolf seems to be decorated with familiar markings, and while likely not apparent to fenris directly, it fits comfortably against the fingers, thumb against the belly, and can to be used as a worry stone. there's also a packet of beef jerky included, for whatever reason. )

Have you been telling people nice things about me?!

[ Imagine starting what's practically this place's equivalent of a phone call with 'hi, how are you'.. Not Minako, apparently. Since she calls him, and the moment Fenris picks up, she will just blast that sentence at him.

At least the loud energy sounds more excited than anything else.. ]

Fenris. I need you to watch Montoya for me. On the 14th.

It's been a long day and arguably Cobb should go home.

He should get some sleep and wind down after a good celebration. Instead he finds himself walking away from home. He comes to find himself standing outside Fenris' door. For a moment he hesitates. It's late. He shouldn't bother the elf. He's probably sleeping. All sorts of reasons why he should just take his ass home.

But there's a longing in his chest that he can't bury deep enough to ignore.

Cobb knocks on the door nice and firm and then steps back so that hopefully Fenris can see him if he takes a glance out the window. If Fenris is home at all. He might just be making a fool of himself right now.

What else is new?

You wanna come by for a drink?

Hello Fenris! I hope you're well. How is your reading coming along? I can switch to voice if you prefer.

I was wondering if you'd be free to grab a drink sometime soon. It's been ages, hasn't it?

Hawke makes sure to deliver this one in person to Fenris' new home while that lanky corn man of his looks on.

"Here!" Hawke presents the mabari puppy with a big grin. "I know you've always admired the breed so it's about time you got one of your own. You'll take good care of her, I know."

[ Left on Fenris' bed instead of presenting it to him. A dagger with the words "no more masters" etched in the blade itself. ]

Figured we'd stick to a weapon you're good at and keep working on your shooting.

No more masters. No more chains. No matter how long we're in this cage together, we're free.

Edited 2024-12-26 12:33 (UTC)

delivered to his home, early september

[text, un: rue]

video: un; not.the.champion

early december

Winter Solstice gift

Solstice!

backdated to Dec. 21st

backdated christmas eve

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