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WILLEM BASSEY ([personal profile] wolfslayer) wrote in [community profile] faderift2018-09-10 07:35 pm
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(closed) 02. funny friends that make you laugh

WHO: Willem Bassey & Arohaerd
WHAT: Aro's mission to improve relations with the Chantry through the drunkest and dumbest boy shenanigans of all.
WHEN: Early September
WHERE: SOMEWHERE IN KIRKWALL I THINK
NOTES: Implication/discussion of drinking, partying, possibly some sexual events, but nothing on-screen




Dawn is creeping over Val Royeaux, sliding balmy fingers of light through curtains and fences and dodgy-smelling gutters.

Willem is creeping too. Afro faintly lopsided, clothes comfortably rumpled, he's climbing hand over gauntleted hand up a wall, lithe as a cat, pausing now and then to glance over his shoulders— a reasonable facsimile of the Walk of Shame, but in vertical. This place isn't the Hanged Man, but this tavern has its own notoriety, and that's as likely to mean law enforcement is nearby as to mean that nobody cares. If it were illegal to get rather out of hand, they wouldn't have picked this place for the mission. (The other place was its own kind of exciting: it had bears. Well, one bear.) (The bear had been mostly an accident.)

Rap rap rap.

"Aro?" he whispers, his mouth nearly pressed into the gap between shutter and frame. He trusts that the half-elf, though as pretty and delicately built as a winter tree frost lattice, is sharp enough and then some to catch the whisper. "Oi oi, Aro
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[personal profile] sorcerised 2018-09-15 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Aro is at the door in a blink, pulling it open and slipping outside while making quick shushing gestures.

"He's asleep," he says quickly, flicking his eyes back towards the door. He moves a little away from it and beckons to Willem, pointing towards the bar. For his own part, Aro looks a little haggard - his undereyes darker than usual, his hair tussled. It's been a long night of drinking, and while he'd made sure to drink much much less than his erstwhile companion, he'd still had to take enough to pass himself.

He rubs his eyes.

"Or rather they are. Turns out he's very friendly. I saw more of those women than I've seen of any woman, ever.."

Then he pauses, taking Willem in and frowning narrowly at him.

"What happened with you?"