by arrangement; what no one ever talks about is how dangerous hope can be

[trouvaille]

WHO: Gwenaëlle Vauquelin, Benevenuta Thevenet, Martel + YOU.
WHAT: Bloomingtide catch-all.
WHEN: Bloomingtide.
WHERE: Mostly Skyhold.
NOTES: I am terrible at coming up with open starters, so this will be a place to keep planned threads tidily! If you want to do something, hit me up on matriarchal or PM my journals, or feel free to just whack up a starter if you have an idea.

 
 

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[liberalum]

"Now, now, would you prefer I take myself seriously?"

Dorian reaches out with one long arm, hand open; wine, please.

"But very well -- enough about what you said. What did he say?"

[ungovernable]

The wine is given - nay, shoved into his hand, unceremonious, punctuation to what she answers, which is: "That he is very tired," a bit tartly.

(Yes. It was her favourite part of what he said, allowing her to avoid the rest of a conversation she was not quite prepared for - it wasn't all he said.)

[liberalum]

"Must I dig up the burning hot pliers?"

Shoved at him or no, Dorian receives the wine gladly, his poise casual and languid as he considers a drink from it. "The rat in the box? The old iron maiden? I hail from Tevinter, and we have ways of making you talk."

[ungovernable]

"He said that I had said a great deal," of interesting things worth getting into, "and that he has had a very difficult month and is quite tired and did not feel equipped. As is fair enough. He took his dog and he left."

Her lower lip does something that she would not willingly describe.

"He only came for his dog."