i tried to write your name in the rain

[elegiaque]

WHO: Gwenaëlle and YOU.
WHAT: A catch-all for the month.
WHEN: August.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Closed starters in the comments - hit me up at matriarchal or demis#8828 on discord if you would like to do something with Gwenaëlle!

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[goodforsaken]

It doesn't even occur to Lex to try to clarify if these are Those Brothers because with that description how could they like, possibly fucking not be. He does look heavily considering now though, tilting his pointy chin up from his work. "Mm! The interesting part of that revelation is that he's recommending me to you."

Not the talent part, but the part where someone like Lady Gwenaëlle Vauquelin is maintaining any kind of passing acquaintance with Gunnar and Yngvi's uh...singularness.

[elegiaque]

"I'm exceptionally charming."

She delivers it so neatly - and, to be fair, it isn't as if Yngvi is going to dispute that as an explanation for why he tends to give her things she asks for. There's a very short laugh, though, and she tucks a stray twist of hair behind her ear as she takes the opportunity of his looking up from his work for her to look down at it, inquisitive.

"Asher Hardie-" and despite her very best efforts, her expression does falter, tellingly, "-is an old friend. Yngvi and Gunnar's - leader. In the Boneflayers. They're fond of me."

[goodforsaken]

Lex is just so glad Yngvi and Gunnar have found employment in something that is, apparently, called the Boneflayers. Or at least he's amused, which amount to the same thing. He also doesn't dispute this claim of exceptional charmingness, which like ...really, he hasn't kicked her out of the Undercroft, that amounts to the same thing as well.

The expression faltering he catches though, and that's--there's something very personal, vulnerable going on there; he wonders distantly if she knows that note in her voice just slipped through, but probably no torture devised in Thedas could get him to comment on it, and, if he could make a terrible guess of how she might feel about that, she wouldn't want him to. "I see."

He extends the rough beginnings of his ideas to a better viewing position, in lieu of like. Prying, thank whomever. "Your life must never be dull, in that case."