( 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]

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. )