{ CLOSED } An Unexpected Engagement

[aceso]

WHO: Christine, Church, a rival suitor, Korrin, Araceli, Sam, and Jim
WHAT: Christine's mother plays matchmaker and the groom has come to collect his bride-to-be. And to rid her of her current beau.
WHEN: mid-Justinian
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: No tag order. Just throw yourselves in as often as you want!

It's an hour before supper when an impeccably dressed man enters the Inquisition's holdings along the docks. Guillaume Thiebaut walks stiffly but with purpose, carrying a long, thin briefcase with him like a man on a mission. He stops the first person he sees to ask where one might find the man called Leonard Church. This random person doesn't know, and points the visitor along to someone else. Eventually someone has actually heard of Church, and directs Guillaume towards the Gallows. The man pales, adjusts his tasteful coral colored jacket, and offers to pay for someone to fetch the man from the island. He sets his briefcase down at his feet and waits, staring out towards the imposing group of towers, and sets his hands on his hips, turning out his foot like a true Orlesian gentleman.

But waiting is boring and his foot taps impatiently. His gaze turns shrewd as he looks about him at the members of the Inquisition. Perhaps a little more information on this man he's about to face is needed.

"I do beg your pardon. Would you happen to know a man named Leonard Church?" The first rule of battle? Know thy enemy.

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[aceso]

Oh, no, Church got the official duel-starting glove slap and Christine kind of looks like she wants to slap Guillaume in retaliation for it. In response, he's squirming under her narrowed gaze, looking for an escape route. Really, isn't being punched, struck with a gauntlet, and stabbed enough by now?

"That is exactly right," she says, staring Guillaume down. "I am mine before I am ever anybody else's." Then she turns back to Church, kissing him on the lips to show this stuck up asshole that he's well and truly lost. "Thank you," she says softly on breaking the kiss. "For dueling for my honor."

There's a part of her that wants to give Araceli a talking to, in that overbearing, mothering way that Christine has, but Church defending her has her heart all a flutter and she might actually forget to confront Araceli in the wake of all this.

[motherfucking_ghost]

He's always left with a grin when Christine is around, moreso when she kisses him. Now there's an extra bit of fucking sass to the look because take that fancy-pants motherfucker. "Any time." And he means it. He'll duel a hundred assholes for her if it needs to happen. Really hoping it doesn't, though.

In fact, he wraps his arms down low around her and hefts her up above the heads of the crowd, giving them a spin. "Look at my badass girlfriend! She's so pretty and cool and amazing!!"

Things Leonard Church is not above in the slightest: rubbing a win in someone's face.

[aceso]

This is just excessive, now. Guillaume is already pissed off that he lost, but this rubbing it in his face is too far. Unfortunately, with the duel over, if he attacks Church around this growing crowd of onlookers, they may break it up. So he does what any spoiled, Orlesian asshole would do. He stomps his foot angrily and marches over to his things to collect them.

Christine, meanwhile, lets out a little shriek of surprise and plants her hands on Church's shoulders as he spins them. "Church! Put me down!" However, her attempt at sternness is ruined by the laugh that escapes her after the last word. She always strives to look professional and mature beyond her years, but she can't be mad when Church is complementing her this much and is also happy himself. "You silly man," she says fondly.

Guillaume stomps back over, rapier case carried with his uninjured arm and jacket draped over the crook of his elbow. He needs to go find a decent healer because it looks like Christine is just going to ignore his injury!

"Your mother will hear of this, you know!" Probably not the best move, since he's already terrified Christine will light him on fire, but that stupid flare of anger within him means he isn't thinking things through before saying them.

From her perch hoisted in the air, Christine glares, and pats Church's shoulders. "No, really do put me down now, Church." She's about to put the fear of the Maker into Guillaume.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Damn right he's putting her down. Reluctantly, though. He needs everyone to know it's reluctant, even if it's so she can kick ass.

"Hey man, word of advice, I'd start running."

[aceso]

Like Guillaume is going to take advice from-- Oh, she is marching right on up to him, isn't she? Yes, yes that's close enough. He leans back a little, eyes widening as Christine points at him like her finger might start shooting out lightning any second.

"The only thing you will tell my mother is that I am sorry if she misunderstood the circumstances here, but I am very happy and have no plans to leave the Inquisition to marry you or anyone else. And if I hear that you have told her anything that has upset her in any way--" Taking a step back, Christine lifts the empty hilt from her belt and holds it up. Guillaume's face contorts with confusion for a second before a long, shimmering white-gold light rushes up from the hilt to create a spirit blade. Then his knees knock together and he realizes that Church was right when he said to run.

"I will give you a matching scar on the other shoulder."

Now shaking, Guillaume dips his head and shuffles back. He thinks if he forces his knees apart right now that he may wet himself, so this will have to do.

"I will, ah, say you are happy here, Mademoiselle. A good day to you." He keeps shuffling back until he thinks he's regained control of his bladder, then turns and quickly speed walks down the docks, looking for the exit gate back into the city. Christine sighs, forehead creased with worry. Despite her mother's interference, she doesn't want her hearing anything that might cause her health to worsen. Guillaume better makes things sound good here.

Retracting her blade, she puts the hilt back on her belt, watching him disappear. "It is my own fault, really. I should not have written to my mother that Kirkwall made me so unhappy." She looks over at Church. "There are some things that make it bearable."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Hey. Kirkwall's just a city. A city with, apparently, a shitload of bad history, but it's just a city." He wraps his arms around her. "I could be happy just about anywhere with you. Hope I can make you feel the same way. And if I have to sword fight more fancy-pants assholes to keep it that way, I'll do it. I won't be happy doing it, because I kinda have a thing against dying more than I have to, but I'll totally do it."

[aceso]

The people who had gathered to watch the duel are now dispersing, chuckling as they make fun of the retreating Orlesian fancy pants. This area of the docks is now becoming a more private place, which is good, because there's a degree of embarrassment here for Christine for having been the subject of a duel.

"I know," she says, sinking into his embrace with a sigh and hands splayed across his back. "But with its history and the weak Veil... you know how I have been." Her voice lowers, as if there is still anyone close enough to overhear. "You have seen my tears. And you have wiped them away. Every day I accept this place a little more because I return to my home with you. You do make me happy, even in Kirkwall." She smiles, but it's tinged with worry. "No more duels, my silly man. I have a thing against you dying as well. I would go so far as to say you are forbidden from doing it."