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Cassandra Pentaghast ([personal profile] stabsbooks) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-09-02 05:44 pm

time to get down

WHO: Cassandra Pentaghast, Malcolm Reed, and Aleron Darton
WHAT: Seeker birthday party!
WHEN: Beginning of Kingsway
WHERE: Halamshiral
NOTES: Cassandra and Malcolm both have birthdays this week! Time to celebrate Seeker style.


Cassandra keeps her head held high as she makes her way across the tavern to where her fellow Seekers sit waiting for her. If she attracts stares of recognition or hurried whispers as she walks, so be it. She will not hide who she is simply to avoid unwanted attention.

Still, she's glad to see that Malcolm and Aleron have already claimed what appears to be the most private, secluded table in the bar. She sits down with a quiet sigh of relief, nodding a greeting to them both.

"Seeker Reed. Seeker Darton."

lifeofendurance: (Inquiring)

[personal profile] lifeofendurance 2016-09-07 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Oh Aleron's got a very good idea what this clandestine (but not really) meeting of Seekers is about and he's not going to make a bunch of noise about it. Not one of them would appreciate it. They're all quite accustomed to keeping their personal affairs quiet and subdued. Occupational hazard.

Still, he's had manners hammered into his head since he left the womb, and doesn't hesitate to stand and pull out a chair for Cassandra. He suspects she won't care for the formality of it, but it goes against his nature to be anything but polite. There's a subtle nod of greeting, although he does forgo the superfluous motion to the seat that some would have added for effect.

"Lady Cassandra." Aleron is not forgetful of the fact that for all her colored career, she is still a woman of genteel birth. He's also quite convinced his mother would come screeching out of the woodwork to beat him about the head if he ever did slip and forget.

Malcolm gets a less stuffy greeting with a very light clap on the shoulder and another nod.
tactical_alert: (uncertain brevity of happiness)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2016-09-08 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
He stares back at her, for a moment somewhat bewildered, and then much of the tension eases out of his shoulders, a little laugh at himself. Is that what this is about. That's much better than business. He hadn't forgotten, of course, but he'd been a little busy, and he doesn't make a habit of celebrating. At least, not with others.

"Yes, you've got me there. Though I daresay mine isn't the only one, isn't that so?" And he knows it isn't Aleron's. "My apologies, I had thought this might be business than pleasure, and I'm pleased to know that I'm mistaken."
lifeofendurance: (Unflappable)

[personal profile] lifeofendurance 2016-09-13 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
The chances of Aleron loosening up are slim to none. At least by the standards of most people. The only time he ever seems to drop his staunch formality and unflinching stoicism is if one gets him started on any sort of scholastic reading material. Sometimes, just for a fleeting moment when he's around Bethany. But even then, it's usually fleeting and carefully schooled away quickly.

None of which stops him from making an offer which he does not intend to be argued with. "Which means it's my job to pick up the tab tonight." He doesn't mind and is privately pleased for the chance to observe their birthdays without loud and obnoxious hoopla. He still has nightmares of the big bashes thrown for himself and Ravonild when they were children. Dreadful, loud affairs.

"Though if you want to work tonight, Malcolm..." He holds his hands out, indicating he won't stop the man from business if he's determined, not cracking so much of a hint of a smile. But that might have been a very poor attempt at making a joke.
tactical_alert: (and what have we here)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2016-09-13 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a flash of a moment when he is about to protest Aleron taking up the bill, but if he wishes to pay for their merriment and attempts to likewise make him merry, then that's on his purse. "I think I can manage to put business aside this evening, don't worry."

It's flattering, really, that Cassandra would even remember. Though her teasing something about Aleron out gets his interest. "Is that so, you lucky dog?"
lifeofendurance: (Head Scratch)

[personal profile] lifeofendurance 2016-09-23 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
There is a blank expression from Aleron, who is just enough obtuse about social anythings to realize what it is that Cassandra is referencing. He stands there, trying to think through things what she could possibly be talking about. Mostly because until very recently, his life could be considered anything but worth celebrating. It's been mostly work, duty, grief and regrets. Only Bethany's lifted that heavy- oh.

As realization hits, his face morphs from confused to embarrassed. Marvel if you both will at him emoting anything other than lineface and stoic. Not that he's in the least ashamed of that budding romance in his life. To the contrary, it's arguably the best thing to have ever happened to him. Still not sure he deserves it, but it's welcome all the same. But he is very much not at all used to anything in his personal life being a topic of conversation.

"Yes, I suppose I do." Not that he wants to steal their thunder on their birthdays. That would be quite rude. He never ever does rude. But he looks from Malcolm with a nod of affirmation that yes there is something good afoot for once, then to Cassandra with a subdued, "She's spoken to you, then?"
tactical_alert: (laughter's good for the soul)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2016-09-27 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"To court you," he repeats, low but incredulous. "That is so formal. You and Lady Hawke--I wonder if we should be worried if the Champion ever does show up. You might be in some hot water, my friend." That may or may not be the case, he didn't know Hawke personally, but still, the idea he's teasing entertains him.
lifeofendurance: (Brooding)

[personal profile] lifeofendurance 2016-10-01 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I did not," he assures Cassandra quite clearly. "Well. Not directly." Meaning he did have something of a hand in it. "I offered to do all the proprieties and she insisted to be allowed the opportunity to help." Translation: he's got it so bad, he struggles to deny Bethany anything.

The idea that he might well be in for an angry Champion aiming for his head, should she reappear, has not escaped Aleron. Though, he doesn't mind. "I would suffer any ire she should feel right to inflict on me, if it means that Bethany might see her sister again." He feels it would be a betrayal to share her private confidences over how much she misses her family, but if he could bring them to her, he would. Even if it means he is the bait for a beating.

Really, count on Al to be the one to make a happy occasion sombre and somewhat serious.
tactical_alert: (heart)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2016-10-06 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Al please. Malcolm clasps him on the shoulder. "As do I. I'm thrilled for you, Aleron, I really and truly am." Maker knows how much the death of his wife had impacted him, and to see him finally take steps forward, to something that makes him happy? For as rare as his happiness seems to be? "Today is a celebration for all of us, then."

Is that a toast coming on? Yes. Yes it is. He grabs his drink and lifts it. "To happy futures for us all. And to the hope of peace in our lifetimes."