she planned ahead for a year, he said let's play it by ear

[elegiaque]

WHO: Gwenaëlle Vauquelin, Benevenuta Thevenet, and YOU.
WHAT: A catch-all.
WHEN: This month.
WHERE: Skyhold, Orlais.
NOTES: Hit me up on plurk (matriarchal) or discord (demis#8828) if you want a starter! Or feel free to pop something in yourself, ~wild cards~ I'll roll with it. This is just the ~ladies~ because I want to hold off on new Martel stuff until plot progresses. Also, starters in the comments because #aesthetic.

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Benevenuta: Overdue Apology

[fleurdesel]

It is easy to put something off when there are piles of paperwork at hand. When a professional relationship hasn't suffered- for Benevenuta is nothing if not perfectly civil when they must discuss business. Work is one thing- the cool void where there had once been comfortable camaraderie? Is another. For a time it had been simple enough to put it from her mind- finding the right words to make amends for so gross an assumption, so deep and unfounded meddling-

She does not have them. She has only a gesture learned from her father, something idly mentioned before the mission that saw her misstep so gravely. A tart, carefully made, perfectly baked, still warm in her hands when she knocks upon Dorian's door to speak to Benevenuta.

[ungovernable]

Benevenuta has expected her, though she'd made few guesses as to how long it might take; before First Night was so far as she'd commit to, the intricate interplay between pride, the value of friendship and the simple fact of how much else they've both had to do a complicated thing. And, she thinks, the wisdom of leaving it--

there are those who would seethe, all this time. She isn't one of them. She is one who will cut harder the sooner she's pressed; time for the harshest edge of her temper to ease is necessary. She would not have forgiven Adelaide quickly. She hasn't entirely decided if she wishes to now, when she opens the door, but she hasn't dismissed it, either.

So there's that.

The tart gets the barest trace of a smile that doesn't quite soften her, but she makes no move to take it as she steps aside to let Adelaide come in and say her piece.