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entrancelogs2016-07-30 02:04 pm
heroica) wrote in entrancelogs2016-07-30 02:04 pm
( closed ) but if you never try you'll never know
Who: Robyn, Brennan, and Dorian
Where: Third floor, room 028
When: July 29th
Rating: PG
Summary: She'd been dragging her feet in telling the truth to two of her closest friends in Wonderland. Finally, she brings herself to their door with the intention of speaking it.
The Story: [ Her heart hammers in her throat as she stands outside of the room that belongs to Brennan and Dorian. The Warden stands, rising and falling from the tips of her does, fist hovering just in front of the wood without knocking. She'd said weeks ago to Alistair that she would tell the others the truth, that the people she considered close friends deserved to know. It still feels wrong, as if she's about to burden them greatly, but... the other Warden had been right. If it were one of them and there was the chance she may never see them again, she would want to know.
Robyn pushes herself to knock, swallowing, lowering back down to wait, anticipatory, on the ground. ]
Where: Third floor, room 028
When: July 29th
Rating: PG
Summary: She'd been dragging her feet in telling the truth to two of her closest friends in Wonderland. Finally, she brings herself to their door with the intention of speaking it.
The Story: [ Her heart hammers in her throat as she stands outside of the room that belongs to Brennan and Dorian. The Warden stands, rising and falling from the tips of her does, fist hovering just in front of the wood without knocking. She'd said weeks ago to Alistair that she would tell the others the truth, that the people she considered close friends deserved to know. It still feels wrong, as if she's about to burden them greatly, but... the other Warden had been right. If it were one of them and there was the chance she may never see them again, she would want to know.
Robyn pushes herself to knock, swallowing, lowering back down to wait, anticipatory, on the ground. ]
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We're not lauding you as a hero, sweetling. You're Robyn, you're our friend, before everything else. We can mourn our friend at the same time as admiring her for making one of the most difficult choices of her life. And saving the world, whether she wants to be modest about it or not.