WHO: Zevran, Benevenuta, Those that swing by WHAT: Zevran plays living statue to cheer Benny up. WHEN: Currentish WHERE: Skyhold NOTES: Subthread for gawkers and drive bys is open.
It has been a difficult few months for one of his ladies. A woman of distinction and taste, of poise that has not had as much room for leisure as she truly deserves. Perhaps it is something done to court her favor. Perhaps it is a sincere attempt to lift her spirits. Perhaps it is something done to stroke his ego. If asked he would offer no straight answer. but a letter is written and the scene? Set. One of the balconies commandeered and swathed with sheer silk in jewel tones, a chaise with a sable fur arranged, coal braziers dotted with fragrant oils nearby to keep her warm. Zeveral Several more dot the space, two close to a small pedestal. A tray of dried sausages, small tarts, and short pastries rests near the chaise alongside a warmed bottle of Antivan Brandy and several bottles of wine.
It is not home- but it is warmer, more lush than most rooms within Skyhold if only for the day. Upon arrival Zevran, wearing a robe and slippers to keep his feet warm while he waited- offers a jaunty bow and a sleek grin. "Mia Damma, I've something of a surprise for you."
He's had plenty of time to set his scene; Benevenuta spends so little time in Skyhold lately that her hours when she does are overfull, and carving out the space in it to attend a gathering of the Council had been a challenge in itself. By the time she actually reads the note she's received from Zevran, she's already unwinding for the evening, which is probably why her arrival is - not dissimilar. Robe, slippers, loose hair curling down from the tight braids she'd worn it in for days.
Unlike Zevran, of course, there's actually something under her robe that wouldn't scandalize half the Inquisition.
"I am something very surprised," she says, dry, taking in his arrangements. "What is all this, Zevran?"
"As close to a slice of the North as I could manage for you." It is not much, he knows. More than he might bother with for those that he holds as socio rather than amico, but the comforts offered a widow do not end when the funeral has come and gone. They were not wed, she and Hansen, but it was close enough to count for this. He offers Benevenuta his hand, smiling gently.
"Come, sit. I thought perhaps somewhere safe with a bit of art might do you some good." There are, she might note, no paintings or sculptures about.
"Recently," she says, thoughtfully, allowing him her hand and herself to be guided, "I have had my portrait painted. I do not remember the experience very much like this one."
This one is not unpleasant, though. Wine, brandy, tarts. A fur on the chaise - she's glad, suddenly, that she'd changed out of her constricting traveling clothes and into something a bit softer and more comfortable, if she's to be draped across a chaise.
"This is art for you to enjoy, Mia Damma." A bit presumptuous and arrogant of him to be certain- but she will take it in the spirit the gesture is offered. He's fairly certain. Mostly certain. Once she is settled he tugs the tray of brandy warmed and finger foods close, walking back up to the pedestal. He shrugs off his robe, revealing the gold glinting expanse of his skin, hair shaken loose, nothing on him save those tiny gold smallclothes. "For as long as you would like."
"Si, Mia Damma?" All innocence in his smile, in his posture as he turns to offer the optimal viewing experience. "At your request I might also sing or play the lute."
Casual performances such as this in so intimate a setting? Not something he commonly offers. But for Benevenuta? He makes the exception.
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[ CLOSED ] For Benevenuta
ZeveralSeveral more dot the space, two close to a small pedestal. A tray of dried sausages, small tarts, and short pastries rests near the chaise alongside a warmed bottle of Antivan Brandy and several bottles of wine.It is not home- but it is warmer, more lush than most rooms within Skyhold if only for the day. Upon arrival Zevran, wearing a robe and slippers to keep his feet warm while he waited- offers a jaunty bow and a sleek grin. "Mia Damma, I've something of a surprise for you."
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Unlike Zevran, of course, there's actually something under her robe that wouldn't scandalize half the Inquisition.
"I am something very surprised," she says, dry, taking in his arrangements. "What is all this, Zevran?"
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"Come, sit. I thought perhaps somewhere safe with a bit of art might do you some good." There are, she might note, no paintings or sculptures about.
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This one is not unpleasant, though. Wine, brandy, tarts. A fur on the chaise - she's glad, suddenly, that she'd changed out of her constricting traveling clothes and into something a bit softer and more comfortable, if she's to be draped across a chaise.
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The fact that she laughs immediately after, settling onto the chaise - these are irrelevant details. She is much struck, obviously.
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Casual performances such as this in so intimate a setting? Not something he commonly offers. But for Benevenuta? He makes the exception.