[ OPEN ] Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Adelaide, Suitors, Spectators
WHAT: A series of disastrous encounters
WHEN: Throughout Cloudreach
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: OOC POST.

The last day of Drakonis brings a familial attache to Skyhold. François is a stern, formal, and unyielding man at the beginning of the month- hounding Adelaide to make certain she meets each appointed suitor, one for lunch, one for dinner, chaperoning the meetings in hopes of finding a suitable match for the sole single LeBlanc. It becomes rapidly apparent that despite his best efforts, it is for naught. Adelaide, despite being forced into moderate finery and made to sit and bear the company of these men, is less than amused and determined to at least get some paperwork done between meetings. Or during if the conversation is that dull.

The set up for each, unless the suitor has his own mind about the matter, remains the same. Simple and elegant, a table in the garden that is public enough to not be improper, private enough to not invite undue observation, and comfortable enough to suit their needs. The meals are as fine as François can manage with Skyhold's resources and the coin provided for the meetings, each accompanied by Antivan or Orlesian wine. As the month progresses Adelaide's temper grows short and François' patience goes thin. Deviating from the Dossier is not recommended but- desperate times? Desperate measures.

He starts seeking out the clean and respectable looking, dragging them to the table and plopping them in the chair and instructing them to talk, for the love of the Maker.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

Your mouth was moving.

[ She sniffs imperiously before tearing off a bit of bread-

And throwing it at him. Hardly ladylike. ]

[judgemewhole]

[He lets out a laugh, the bread hitting him in the chest.]

Well then I must be an ass every single moment of my life. Tsk.

[fleurdesel]

Hardly befitting a man of your station, Knight-Commander.

[ For shame, truly. ]

[judgemewhole]

If a man of my station cannot mock the woman he is supposed to be courting -- what has the world come to, my dear Lady LeBlanc.

[Yes, he's grinning now.]

[fleurdesel]

You are not courting me, James. We are sharing a meal as friends.

[ It's the first she's said as such- and it is not so strange or tense as she thought it might be.

Six months ago this would be impossible, and now? Now it feels almost normal. ]

[judgemewhole]

Oh, that is true. Well, in that case ...

[James broke off a piece of bread, balled it up, and then tossed it back at her.

Because ... yes. They are friends, and he can trust her not to spread the tale around that Stern Norrington would get into food fights.]

[fleurdesel]

[ She dodges it with a huff of laughter, returning volley with another hunk of bread. This is-

it is the lightest she's felt in hears. ]

[judgemewhole]

[He grinned and dodged to the right, tossing another hunk of bread back at her.

Well, what did you know? Sometimes ... sometimes it was good to just be ridiculous.]

[fleurdesel]

[ And this is how the Attache will find them, tossing bits of bread back and forth between bites of proper food. The look on his face has Adelaide laughing for a minute solid. ]

[judgemewhole]

((OOC: fade?))

[fleurdesel]

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