Entry tags:
closed.
WHO: Fiona, Zevran, Alistair
WHAT: Fiona would have gotten away with it if it weren't for that meddling Antivan.
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: (❁°͈▵°͈)
WHAT: Fiona would have gotten away with it if it weren't for that meddling Antivan.
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: (❁°͈▵°͈)
Alistair is still confused.
But now he's going to be confused with pasta, so that's nice. And he's indoors, in a room warm enough to roll up his sleeves. And Zevran is here, which is—suspicious. Maybe it's not actually better than being summoned mysteriously by Fiona alone; the potential for trouble seems to double when Zevran is involved. Until such time the extent of the trouble is revealed, however, Alistair will remain cautiously pleased that he's here.
Cautious is the key word. He has an easy manner even while nervous and suspicious. He's barely been there fifteen seconds before he's slumped crookedly in a chair with his elbow hooked over the back and his legs sprawled out ahead of him, expectantly bewildered gaze shifting unhurriedly between the two elves until one of them says something.
But now he's going to be confused with pasta, so that's nice. And he's indoors, in a room warm enough to roll up his sleeves. And Zevran is here, which is—suspicious. Maybe it's not actually better than being summoned mysteriously by Fiona alone; the potential for trouble seems to double when Zevran is involved. Until such time the extent of the trouble is revealed, however, Alistair will remain cautiously pleased that he's here.
Cautious is the key word. He has an easy manner even while nervous and suspicious. He's barely been there fifteen seconds before he's slumped crookedly in a chair with his elbow hooked over the back and his legs sprawled out ahead of him, expectantly bewildered gaze shifting unhurriedly between the two elves until one of them says something.
