[OPEN] Long Was His Silence

[lifeofendurance]

WHO: Aleron Darton and YOU
WHAT: Pre-Orlais Catchall for July
WHEN: Start of Solace up until it's time to head out.
WHERE: Skyhold, various
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Aleron is nothing if not a creature of habit. There are reasons his twin has heckled him all their lives about how dull he is; he's not loud, excitable, or given to doing things which are not part of his daily routine.

Morning and evening, he may be found in the Chapel attending to his devotions. At least an hour upon rising, and before sleep, is spent in prayer. Following his attention to matters of the spirit, he then attends to honing of physical training. Where the training ring has been set up in the Courtyard, he works through sword and footwork forms, old and sometimes new. Just prior to lunch, he visits the Stables to see how Valiente fares. Taking the horse out for a ride isn't all that out of the ordinary. However, almost every outing takes him the direction of the Warden's Camp. That destination in itself is a deviation from his routine, but a sharp eye might notice that he never fails to travel there without either a book, a basket lunch, or a handful of wildflowers.

Of an afternoon, he's easily found in the Library, engrossed in research of some variety or another, or enjoying casual reading of wholesome volumes such as The Sermons of Divine Hortensia III. Sometimes he can be observed attending to his correspondence, though there too is an oddity. For a change, each letter received is read, though it can be discerned from his facial expression that he's dreading some of them. Usually those sealed with a ram's head on green. Evenings before vespers, he sits quietly in the Herald's Rest. He never indulges in more than a single ale and listens with quiet appreciation to the music and conversation around him. The Seeker still hasn't quite worked up to initiating social interactions, though he welcomes others who opt to join him and break up his solitude.

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"I was hoping you would ask." She replies lightly, although for all she is smiling, her breath catches at that smile. He only smiles at her like that, with that flush right up to his ears. To think she could get a man like Aleron Darton to look at her this way - and to know he did the same to her.

She steps back, to let him settle things, folding her hands around her bouquet. Maker, was this how it was supposed to feel like? This mixture of shy awkwardness and pure bliss. She sighs as he slips onto his horse, easy as you please, before she turns to Gamlen. "Right, back on home with you. I shall bring you treats later."

Gamlen whines, but trots on back towards the camp, and she shakes her head. Honestly, the pitiful look is half of why she named him after her uncle ...

Turning back around, she dimples up at him before taking his hand and pullling herself upwards, swinging her leg over the horse easily. She tucks her flowers into her sash, and then wraps both arms around his waist. He might not have enough guile -- but Bethany was going to enjoy squeezing him like this.

"All right, I'm settled."