( closed. ) I don't wanna always play nice

[dashing]

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.

( 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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[youwonscience]

[She grins, which at this proximity Herian can probably feel more than see.]

I mean, we could always continue it later if we have to.

[As an option. Though Cosima hasn't given up on kissing her now just yet.]

[dashing]

( It gets a quiet laugh out of her, and for a moment she just rests her forehead against Cosima's. )

Worth considering, at the very least.

( She has abandoned even comical gravity, for now, bringing her hands up to gently rest at Cosima's jaw and throat, thumb running along the line of her jaw. Her lip stings and protests from the beating she endured in training, but she's doing her utmost to ignore it, as she shifts from teasing kisses to something more lasting and significant. It's not the same as when she left, not that desperation, but it's an articulation of something. )

[youwonscience]

[It's certainly a solid I missed you, if nothing else. Cosima leans into Herian's steadiness, kissing her gently but warmly, enjoying their nearness after so long of 'almost' and 'not quite.' She hadn't thought she'd misread the situation; it was nice to be proven right in such a pleasant manner.]

If you keep kissing me that way, [she murmurs] you could definitely talk me into that schedule idea.

[dashing]

( Herian draws back a little, though not without first drawing her teeth over Cosima's lip, and then nudging her nose against Cosima's, some mix of wanting and teasing and gentleness. Her thumb keeps up its slow pattern, and her "drawing back" is really only enough to allow her to look at Cosima, a smile quirking the corner of her mouth. )

And here I was on the verge of suggesting we do away with schedules, lest we limit ourselves overmuch. I'm—

( A moment, as she tries to figure out what words fit what she is attempting to articulate. ) relieved? That your feelings are... so positively inclined?

( spoiler alert, Herian is not the best at this )

[youwonscience]

Oh my god, [she says with a quiet laugh.] I would have said something sooner if I thought it wasn't clear. I thought maybe you changed your mind, you kept seeming to think better of it.

[Her hand rests lightly on Herian's arm, comfortably, as if there were no reason they should be farther apart.]

I don't know what the rules are, here, but I'm definitely positively inclined.

[dashing]

No, ( with a breath of amusement, pressing a kiss to Cosima's cheekbone. ) My regard for you is as it was. I am simply...

( She seems to be wrestling with her thoughts a bit, and it's because honestly? She is. Words are hard. Feelings are difficult. )

Mage of the Circles are forbidden romantic attachments. It is thought, ( something in her tone on thought might give away that this is one of the points of her own disagreement with the Chantry, ) that to allow mages such attachments would leave us more vulnerable to demons. As such, any affairs were to be conducted in secret. The freedom to operate openly is... unfamiliar.

( Not entirely a new revelation, no, but definitely unfamiliar. )

[youwonscience]

Oh, [a bit softer. She reaches down to take Herian's hand, again lacing their fingers.]

I know it's not the same, but there are parts of my country where you can get attacked for being openly affectionate with a lover of the same gender. I was kind of ... pleasantly surprised that no one in Thedas really seems to care about that. Though, uh, no promises no one will care about your romantic attachment to a rifter, I guess.

[She shrugs, then says quietly,] I'm here, and I don't mind being patient. But my general sense is "fuck the haters." Uh. Or something that's a little less vulgar with the same sentiment, because I'm involved with a very chivalrous lady now.

[dashing]

No, ( Herian agrees after a moment, gently squeezing Cosima's hand, her mouth quirked in a little smile. She almost seems contemplative. ) "Fuck the haters" seems entirely appropriate.

( She leans forward, just enough to press a light kiss to Cosima's lips. )

You will not face judgment for being with another woman, here. There might be those who would warn you away from me for my being a mage, or of elvhen blood, or a Loyalist. ( Her tone is a little more serious, but she does smile at the last moment. ) I can endure it.

[youwonscience]

I think I've been here long enough to make up my own mind.

[She kisses Herian again, more lingering.] I've got a piece of the damn Fade stuck in my hand, we'll figure it out.

[dashing]

( She grins, and can't totally hold back a laugh. There is something absurd about their entire situation, that was certain. )

We are not in danger of being labelled conventional, at any rate.

( And Cosima's certainty is a relief, even if she doesn't fee capable of disclosing all the details of things to her just yet. The possibility of it is less alarming, and she wraps her arms around Cosima to pull her close, again, to allow them both the indulgence of contact. )