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( closed. ) I don't wanna always play nice
WHO: Herian Amsel & Cosima Niehaus
WHAT: Theeere you see her, sitting there across the way—
WHEN: a vague span of time in which Herian is deeply frustrating.
WHERE: A TAVERN. maybe other places.
NOTES: Herian is still Herian, unfortunately.
WHAT: Theeere you see her, sitting there across the way—
WHEN: a vague span of time in which Herian is deeply frustrating.
WHERE: A TAVERN. maybe other places.
NOTES: Herian is still Herian, unfortunately.
( Herian is not late. It would be a rare occurrence, although she remembers Cosima's own inclination to fashionably delayed arrivals. As a result she is unconcerned as she waits at a table in the corner, pressing a metal spoon to her slightly swollen and bruised lip. Her eyes are closed, head tipped back against the wall, and then her hand closes around the wrist of a stranger. )
Do not, ( she warns, and sure enough the man retreats, leaving the jug of wine undisturbed. It's breathing, or something.
Herian, for her part, could probably be feeling better for something that she's been looking forward to, but that means she probably shouldn't have sparred with Coupe, and that is not a compromise she would have made happily. The injury isn't bad, but she has been broody. Best to try and set it aside.
She is, however, very much considering setting aside her usual inclination away from wine to indulge. It seems the day for it. )

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[Which is something she's mildly uncomfortable with, to be honest, but she's also uncomfortable feeling like a burden every time violence happens. She has some new sympathy for Alison learning to use a gun.]
And I only ended up imprisoned once while you were away, so. I think I'm doing good.
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( Herian leans forward, propping her chin up in her hands, and considers Cosima for long moments. More gently, she has to ask: ) Do you know how to use it?
( Because there were places were having a dagger and not the skill to use it might set Cosima in greater danger. ) But in that we match. I, too, was imprisoned only once.
( Is she fucking with Cosima, or??? )
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[Less of a joke than it might be.]
...OK, wait, really?
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( AKA. she's being a jerk, and she grins a little despite the sting in her lip. )
And, if you like, I can try to teach you a little. I am better with sword than dagger, but... what to look for, ways to defend in close quarters? Those are universal.
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( Careful, quiet. It's not a reprimand at all, but there is something... gently corrective about it. ) I take up the blade to better allow me to defend those who have need of it. To be a knight, in the truest meaning of the word, is to hold up virtues of kindness and to protect the innocent and downtrod. I take up blade and magic, both, to the same end.
( Admittedly there are times when it goes horribly wrong, her abilities can be destructive, and the sword is made to cut. )
To excel in these skills, to me, should ultimately end with the shedding of less blood, not more.
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[Embarrassed and a little frustrated.]
If I thought you did, I wouldn't like you so much. I understand that, I do, and I think what you do is important. It's just ... that's not me. Even if I were better at keeping up with my yoga [not gonna stop and explain] and I wasn't sick, that's not...
[Cosima stops, thinking of how to say it.]
I don't judge anyone for eating meat, but it's important to me that I don't. Maybe that seems weird.
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( She says it with a slightly smile, and reaches to brush some of Cosima's hair back, though her hand lingers at her cheek for a moment. )
Our decisions define us. To be able to uphold what you believe is important in deed, more than just idealistic thoughts or words, that is more than many can do. I admire your gentleness, Cosima. Know only that the offer stands, not that I will press you to partake of it.
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[She seems a bit more serious, but resolute. Cosima's been in Thedas over a year, and while the changes in her aren't extreme ... they are there all the same.]
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( One of her hands drops back to the table, the other collecting the cup of wine. She barely drinks at all, but for this the indulgence seemed acceptable, and she allows herself a sip.
The changes in Cosima are not lost to her; emphasised, perhaps, by the months of separation. Cosima has always been more bright and spirited than her, but she knew of the kidnapping by the Venatori, of whispers of strange things to befall the Inquisition these few months.
Strength is not a change to mourn, but if it should tamper with her brightness or spirit? That would be a great sadness. ) Agreed?
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[She's quiet a moment, sipping her wine. Then:]
So, you give any beautiful ladies fencing lessons while you were on the road?
[It's a tease, light, meant to ease them back into more relaxed territory.]
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( A dramatically thoughtful sigh, leaning back in her chair as she racks her brain, trying to remember. Did she give any beautiful ladies fencing lessons?
Silently, as she works through the tally from memory, she starts to count off on her fingers. One, two, three, four— )
Ah, no. ( A huff of breath. ) An elderly couple tried to sell me the bottled tears of dragons and claimed to have a marionette to control the actions of your beloved, but no fencing lessons. You have a unique rank of privilege.
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Wow, that marionette sounds intensely creepy. They should regulate that kind of thing for public safety.
well i sure thought i posted this yesterday
( She makes a #yikes-worthy face regardless. Must as she appreciates serious conversation, it's good to hear Cosima laugh. )
One thing I can share, if you can be sworn to utmost secrecy? ( A slightly whimsical thing, something that surely won't be any danger, any controversy. It's too absurd to be believable, perhaps, for some. ) I did have to pose a brief time as a Starkhaven lord. That was... bracing.
Hahaha it happens
[Cosima leans in, conspiratory but delighted.]
That I would have liked to see. What kind of lord were you? Empty-headed but beautiful? Aloof and mysterious? I need details.
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( She is not, and sips her wine. )
A scoundrel, I'm sorry to say, of poor character.
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[She's delighted.]
Did you have a moustache? Seduce any impressionable young ladies?
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( Her tone is too cocky to be sincere, dramatised and self-deprecating in ts over-confidence )
I did attempt a moustache, but it didn't agree with me.
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[She tilts her head to one side, considering.]
No, fair. Besides, your jawline sort of speaks for itself, doesn't it?
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Was that a compliment, or a terrible play on words?
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Oh god, totally the former. The pun was 100% accidental.
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( Her severity is dramatised, and undermined by the smile that Cosima's laughter has drawn out. )
But be careful, too many compliments and I'll be all too easily swayed by your opinion.
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[Smiling this much probably counts as undue influence, given Cosima's smile.]
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I think you might find yourself leading people with your goodness, even without the intention of it.
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