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.

Comments

[eviscerates]

"They can be. I think she's been burned by Fereldan's fair vintages one too many times."

Once was probably enough times, knowing Adelaide. She's about to follow up with something that she's sure would be hilarious and maybe even winning, who knows, but it's that emphasis on the all and the 'she sees in you' and the sudden awareness that she's standing in Adelaide's office with one of her closest friends that, makes her brow furrow slightly and her voice come out just slightly strained.

"I also... do paperwork?" Help. "And make good coffee."

[liberalum]

Dorian laughs. An easy, rich sort of sound that could probably lend itself well to an evil cackle -- in this case, it's just mirth.

"As much as I'd like to imagine Adelaide showing such displays of affection to her research assistants, if only for the mental image-- you really needn't act so evasively. I'm simply curious as to the maiden who's gone and caught her eye."

He'd sort of been pulling for the strapping Rifter mage man who holds a bantery sort of rapport with his friend, but-- Dorian may be a little biased, there.

"So tell me-- is it love?"

Is this better or worse than needling suspicion? You be the judge. Dorian's enjoying himself anyway.

[eviscerates]

Oh my God. This is probably up there with nightmares about turning up to school in only her underwear. Ruby stares at Dorian for a moment, mouth working silent for a second and a half that feels like it goes on for several minutes, and cants her head to the side before setting her mouth in a smile. Hey buddy. She's very aware of the friendly trolling, she's best friends with Snow White. (Things she is sort of glad about: Snow and David aren't here to interrogate Adelaide.)

"Well, I'm a rifter waitress werewolf who helped lead a war council when my best friend had to reclaim her realm from a Queen who banished us all to a world where we lost our memories for twenty-eight years and our former selves were known only as fairy tale characters." So lightly said, not a note of maliciousness, but a kind of it's complicated air. "Sometimes I make bad jokes and try to sing songs that I can't remember the words for. I think those might be the things Adelaide is especially charmed by."

And, a little exhale. "I don't know. I come from a world where true love can end curses. That's a lot of pressure to put on a relationship when you're still figuring out what levels of public displays of affections are okay."

[liberalum]

Dorian takes in like--

--at least some of that. Rifters are always doing that, but then, he's always doing that to rifters -- the hasty dumping of pertinent information, removed of context. Likely, if he found himself in some other world, he'd be inclined to do the same. So it's familiar, tolerable, and he smiles with his eyes at that last bit.

The bit next is somewhat confusing, addressed with; "End curses, you say. What a thought. Here, love is more likely to attract them."

[eviscerates]

Was the info dump mind of mean? Maybe it was kind of mean.

Ruby huffs out an amused breath, straightens up from her artful slouch, and goes to find the wine. She's fairly sure Adelaide could forgive her being a half-decent host, to Dorian if no one else. "Are you a red wine kinda guy?" Without her favourite ice mage around it's not quite so easy to chill the white wine, but her hand hovers over a bottle as she looks over her towards him.

"Love is the most powerful magic there is. Stronger than just about anything else."

[liberalum]

"I don't discriminate," he says, on the topic of wines, but with an amiable enough tone that can be read as acceptance to invitation.

And perhaps Dorian isn't giving love enough credit. "Am I to take from your meaning that love, in your world, is a magical force in and of itself? Something to draw upon for power, as we do from the Fade, or, when push comes to shove, blood of the innocents?"

He winds a place to sit, then, extravagant flopping down with a leg kicked over the other.

"Fascinating."