OPEN - Yes, we should like to see a burning-bush-type sign

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel Ashara and YOU.
WHAT: Blowing off steam after the emergency Council session.
WHEN: Backdated about two weeks to the IC Council vote.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Will update. There are a few starters in here.

Naturally, it's been a rough day. Naturally, half the Council thought the resolution went too far and the other half thought it didn't go far enough. Naturally, Pel is exhausted and frustrated, though overall glad that the Council passed something. She's going to avoid thinking about the next resolution she'll eventually have to write, whatever that will be, for the rest of the night. She's going to try to forget the Council exists and she is a part of it.

1

The first place Pel goes is the tavern. She needs a strong, strong drink. In fact, anyone who knows her (or can see how small she is) might be alarmed when she orders a glass of whiskey and downs it in one forced, gagging swallow.

2

After such a long time spent shut inside, Pel is out under the stars, wrapped up in blankets and sipping a mug of mulled wine. Her feet are tucked under her, her back resting against a tree in the courtyard, her head occasionally nodding.

3

A tiny elf is curled up in a shadowed nook of the courtyard, sleeping soundly, wrapped in a cloak and blankets. She looks pale and cold, tense even as she sleeps.

Comments

ZEVRAN

[mythalenaste]

Before she has had more than a few sips of wine, she finds herself setting down her glass and heading for Zevran. He's there, as usual, and she knows he'll be warm and kind, unlike the day she has had, and she needs something different from a drink. She says nothing, only moves to sit in his lap and wind her arms around his neck.

[ombranera]

Between songs he's set his lute aside to sip his brandy (it has been a long day), to find himself joined by Pel is both a surprise and a pleasure. Without question he winds his arms around her, tucking her close to his chest. "Stella. How good it is to see you."

[mythalenaste]

She turns her head up and kisses him softly on the lips, something she has never done before. She lingers there, waiting for him to return it.

[ombranera]

This is new- not so much that he cannot move as though it happens every time they meet, hand slipping up to cradle her cheek, leaning in to keep it sweet and warm. He does not quite know what manner of lover she would wish as it has ever been courtly fantasy with her- but this he might do easily enough.

[mythalenaste]

A moment later, she breaks away to kiss the corner of his mouth and mutter, "Upstairs," against his lips.

Then she's standing and heading for the stairs.

[ombranera]

"Mm?" That's more direct than he might have expected of her considering the dance, the fantasy he has been brewing. But he lingers a moment to watch her walk- to watch her be smooth and sultry and it does suit her after a fashion. How fortunate that he's kept his stash of fragrant oils on hand. After a moment's appreciation of her very fine figure from a very flattering angle he stands to follow.

[mythalenaste]

There's a room upstairs where she stays with Krem. Once she leads him there, she closes the door, wraps her arms around him, and continues kissing him. It's needy but sullen, not at all the luxury she imagined. Foreplay is a chore to suffer through, something she has to produce in order to gain what she wants. No, it's nothing like how she wanted this, and that thought makes her stop and pull away. Looking to him for direction.

[ombranera]

Now this- this is not how he'd wanted them to fall into bed at all. Hand gentle on her cheek he pulls back, staring into her eyes intently. Something is wrong and it is...not his place to ask what. That isn't the dance they share. "...I think, perhaps, we should try something else to start."

Gently, kindly, as he smooths his thumb across her cheek. "Have you eaten just yet?"

Antivans take foreplay seriously- dinner is just as vital as anything else when it came to a proper seduction.

[mythalenaste]

"No." She blinks. "Not since..."

She's not sure when. Before the Council sometime. In truth, she's a little worried a meal will make her just fall asleep.

[ombranera]

"...Permit me, then, to do this as it should be done." He presses a soft kiss to her lips before stepping away, taking her hands in his. "As you deserve it done. Do you trust me to be good to you?"

[mythalenaste]

Pel watches him for a moment, then all the anxiety seems to roll off her and evaporate like fog.

"Yes."