Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi

It was, maybe, the fastest engagement that Krem thought he'd ever participated in--obviously his own, because he'd never been engaged before, but of any of his friends or the family he had made here in Darrow. He had proposed to Gannicus in early May and now, here it was, August.

They had made out the farm house, cleaned the interior and decked the porches, for the reception, but the ceremony itself was on the lawn, under one of the big trees. Krem was not Andrastean, and Gannicus's faith was a nebulous thing at best; the Qun did not have marriage. So what they had, when it came down to it, was an exchange of dedication. There were rings to be shared, vows to be exchanged, ropes to be knotted on their forearms and hands. These were the things that were important to them, and to the things they brought with them into their marriage.

Most important, though, was to be surrounded by the friends and family they had made in Darrow. They had lost so many people since they had both arrived in Darrow, and Krem tried to not harbor that loss in his chest. Hild and Agron and all the others would not want them clouding the day with lingering thoughts of who wasn't there--though, Krem thought that if Hild had been there, the wedding would have been something very different, something between the three of them instead. He allowed himself that peace and thought as they set the table with food that would be fine to be out and eaten, even in this summer heat. Krem had planned specifically for the banquet of the reception to be in more Tevinter style--but, soporati of course. There would be no ice magic to keep things cool. He had asked Dorian to officiate; he wouldn't ask him to wear himself down to keep some dishes fresh.

He was a married man, now. And he had all these people to share it with.


[Dated for Aug 4, gathering to celebrate Krem and Gannicus's wedding (and, sort of, their birthdays as well)! Krem and Gannicus will be doing money dances throughout the evening, and each have a small sack that attendees can donate into to dance with either of them; they'll dance without donations as well. Both of them have Qunari-styled knot work on their right hand/forearm in white and yellow, which they will wear for the duration of the party. Tag in, tag around, have fun.]

The sickness wasn't getting particularly better. Not worse, but certainly not better. There was no real ignoring it any longer, as much as Krem would have liked. As much as his denial would have liked. There was no ignoring that something was wrong, and it wasn't just a flu that was going to be knocked back with tonics and rest.

He called out of work. He hadn't, in all nine months he'd been working at Off the Wall or Bardolf's, and so there was sympathy when he said he was sick and he needed to take a few days off to rest and recover. Then, he deliberated. There was a multitude of numbers in his phone he could call for commiseration, for consolation, for comfort. Krem knew he didn't need those, not quite. He needed a remedy.

He called Hild with a quiet misery in his voice between inability to keep down anything more substantial than broth, and then, curled on the couch and gently holding his stomach, he waited.