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rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
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He listens to me first and foremost, ( instead, a reassurance easy to give in its truth. ) I haven't had much trouble with him at all - he's very good.
( she looks down into her wine as if it might explain to her where she's ended up in her life. )
And Kieran likes him.
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another moment of companionable silence where he takes the time to take a long drink of his wine. his lips curl into a warm smile against the rim of the glass. ]
That is a ringing endorsement, my lady. I could not be happier. [ and if kieran likes him, morrigan likes him. perhaps they ought to speak about the little orlesian lady. ]
Why was he not with you tonight?
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about that. gwenaëlle doesn't immediately look up from the wine, which has the effect of making it slightly less obvious when her mouth presses together, not a wince, exactly. )
He was.
( it's a measured response, now that she's steady enough to measure them. )
He was there. She only spoke to me.
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What did she say to you?
[ he sets his glass down, crosses his legs. he has all the time in the world. ]
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I don't want to talk about it.
( of course.
she shakes her head, as if pre-empting an argument- )
It just - she was -
I didn't care for what she was saying. It doesn't matter, I just - didn't wish to be so easily found, for a little bit.
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(he is not one who has things hidden from him; gaps in his understanding needle at him. stop. draw back. you're not entitled to the little things she hides in the shadows.)
he looks, briefly, to the floor rather than at her. ]
And I... offer sanctuary.
[ don't do it, thranduil.
he exhales.]
Do I risk repeating her folly if we speak about the mundane workings of Skyhold, or recent events, or are those topics safe?
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it does sound a bit mad, she recognises. a man - elf, she can hear him correcting her in her head - she's spent months avoiding as thoroughly as she could. that's who she wants to be near, right now, that's who instinct took her to - if he'd turned her away at his door he'd have been well within his rights to do so.
she tilts her head. studies him for a moment, instead of her wine or the ceiling or any of her own life choices, which honestly do not bear examining. )
I'm glad they're seeing sense finally about not having the Wardens at Skyhold, but I don't see why the rest of us have to leave.
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he does not shrink under her gaze, only looking away once she brings up an acceptable topic, a mutual thing for them to wrinkle their noses about. ]
It has been getting rather crowded, mm? [ and that's not just because he's sharing his room with a pony, no, he really prefers bill over other occupants, and he invited the outsider into his life. ] I have not heard good things about Kirkwall.
[ it's where yngvi comes from, isn't that enough? ]
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( That's about the sum of her knowledge of Kirkwall; it's fucking terrible. )
We're to the Gallows. What a charming name that is.
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[ he's actually rather fond of romain, in fact, and cannot blame the man for putting it all to rights.
his nose wrinkles as he frowns, utter distaste. ]
Is that not the name for where hangings take place?
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She doesn't allow herself. So much so that they've scarcely spoken -
But that's as may be. )
One can only assume they felt very fondly about their mages, ( is her dry confirmation of what a gallows is, in any case.
Small wonder he blew that Chantry half to hell. Still. )