*They brought her a bowl of broth and some crackers earlier. She was unable to muster any enthusiasm, but she ate it, and it's stayed down.

The exhaustion's starting to fade, somewhat.

It's probably going to be more than three days.*

*She gazes at the ceiling ( Read more... )

Red light slanting through the window. Voices, somewhere over her aching head. One of them Aral's ( Read more... )

*Two days now, and the headache won't go away ( Read more... )

*Cordelia paces the bedroom floor.

There's been no response yet from Miles. And it is still difficult to think of Milliways without thinking of Moiraine and Will, without that thought dissolving into a red-tinged how dared they.

Anything else, almost literally anything else, she could see clear to forgive. This, for some reason, is beyond her ( Read more... )

Miles, love --

This may seem like an odd question, but

*Cordelia taps her fingers thoughtfully on the polished wood of the comconsole, eyeing the unfinished sentence. With a sigh, she deletes the line and starts again. For the fifth time.*

When you were about twenty, did you ever

*She makes a small disgusted noise and deletes the line without ( Read more... )

*Cordelia raises her head from an unfamiliar pillow, awake abruptly between one breath and the next with no sense of transition ( Read more... )

[OOC: Pre-Milliways...]

It's been years - decades, actually - since Cordelia was a Betan Astronomical Survey Captain, but she's fairly certain her skills haven't deteriorated that badly ( Read more... )

In an innocuous-looking hallway in the Viceroy's Residence on Sergyar, just off the master bedroom, Cordelia stumbles out of thin air and puts up a hand to catch herself on the wall. She blinks in the dimness for a moment, then moves down the hallway as silently as she can ( Read more... )