we smash like glass

[fightingale]

WHO: Herian Amsel, Leliana, Ruby Lucas & others.
WHAT: amusing comment about catch alls here
WHEN: throughout September
WHERE: various.
NOTES: closed threads for the month of September, please don't hesitate to make me if you'd like something with Ruby, Leliana or Herian.

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[ungovernable]

The sort of casual, easy social breezing through Skyhold that Benevenuta has used to make her mark here hasn't come naturally for some time, but that it's a decision to smile more warmly and say, "I wouldn't decline," doesn't mean it's hiding some harshness.

Tiredness, a little, but her only real ulterior motive is to push herself back into what she knows she ought to be doing. It isn't that she achieves nothing, with her head down to a book and her cold shoulder to a world that keeps carrying on as if nothing of great importance shook it, it's just -

She could do more, differently. Sooner or later,

and it might as well be sooner,

she must. So go gently, and go well.

"And please; Benevenuta."

[eviscerates]

"Benevuta." Echoed, memorised, sorted. She will not forget or somehow mangle the name of one of Adelaide's best friends. She won't. Oh God she hopes she doesn't.

Still, it's a good thing, and she's relieved with the acceptance. A glance to the giant crate, a moment of thought, and— "Great! I will meet you in the gardens in, like— two minutes? You grab a table, I will grab delicious schnapps and fancy glasses."

Her expression, the flash of a conspiratorial smile and the cant of her head, suggest they are not even remotely fancy glasses, but let's pretend. "I'll get rid of this thing, too. I mean, I'd invite you down to my dark laboratory of liquor, but honestly I don't... think most people deserve to be subjected to that."

It's small and terrible and Ruby is too tall to walk upright in most of it. Dear World, please give her a decent space to make booze in, xoxo.

[ungovernable]

"Another time, perhaps," she suggests, with a hint of real amusement - and real curiosity. What the fuck are you up to, Ruby, with your distilling whatevers.

...a mystery for another day. Today: a drink will settle her, she thinks, and though she can't say she's taken a particular interest in the rifters - certainly much less than Adelaide has, with the large one she's made a pet (or a relative) of, and those whose shards so interest her - there is no reason to decline getting better acquainted with this one, now that they're before one another. She isn't unfriendly, after all, she's only -

Well, there have been other things in Skyhold she's found more pressing.

When Ruby joins her in the garden, she's relaxed some; taken her gloves off, draped her coat over the back of her chair, despaired momentarily over the curls slowly and at long last beginning to escape the braided coronet that she travels with. The clothes she wears are form as much as function - possibly a bit unnecessarily, in some opinions, but she hasn't listened to anyone telling her to find a dress with a higher neckline and she isn't going to start any time soon - but a bit more practical than is entirely comfortable at the end of a long journey, which might account for her proper posture, all the same.

Or that might just be Benevenuta. She doesn't give the impression of a woman who casually sprawls.

[eviscerates]

Two glasses, two bottles, and two shiny new acquaintances improving said acquaintance with the application of booze. That's fine. It's... summery? Whatever it is, she sets the two bottles down, one a warm, deep violet and the other a pink red, both of the bottles a little dusty from sitting on racks.

"Rose and raspberry," she says of the red, tapping the cork, "blueberry, violet and vanilla. I made them for the snow fight thing a little while ago. Nothing says team spirit like personalised schnapps, I guess." Ruby rolls here eyes at herself very slightly, before sliding into the seat opposite Benuta. There's a kind of fluidity to how she moves, but it's not the grace and poise of nobility. Ruby's all peasant girl and working class, an imposter that somehow has fallen into the company of nobles across two separate worlds. Benuta reminds her in a very abstract, distant sort of way of Princess Abigail, a woman of great control who endured great loss, and but had meant a great deal to a good friend. (Hopefully, though, she doesn't have an alternate identity who got abducted and her death faked, and hopefully Ruby won't be finding any human hearts. That was a bad day for everyone.)

"Pick your poison?"