closed | si tu veux bien de moi

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Lexie and Loki
WHAT: it's a nice day to plan a white wedding
WHEN: now!
WHERE: Gallows Courtyard
NOTES: cw: toothaches. Also, if anyone wants to do other threads with either of them, we can put those here too. :)

It is warm outside today. The sky is a cheery blue accompanied by feathery clouds that chase each other across it, lively with the wind of the sea, and Alexandrie is a small bright white spot of dress and parasol on a blanket spread amidst the emerging greenery that has been planted around the courtyard, carefully positioned so she may be easily seen at her picnicking—and her intermittent laughter heard—from Loki's office window, a living temptation to abandon whatever it is he's engaged in and join her for lunch.

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[hwaaaitsme]

"Oh less by far, I imagine."

It is a clever enough plan and, apart from the sense in avoiding angering Orlais, her family fortunes are not required. True, Loki has less here than he would if he had access to the Asgard estate, but his father wouldn't cut him free. That would be too dangerous for Odin.

"Which I why you should absolutely reserve such news for the reception toast."

[coquettish_trees]

Alexandrie laughs, musical and delighted, and hits him gently with the now-folded fan. "Do take care, luna mea," she warns, "or one might develop the idea that you dearly enjoy being shocking."

Which of course, he does. As does she.

"Scant moments after taking you for my husband it shall be, then," she remedies as she unfolds a cloth napkin to drape across her lap, and then a second to pass to him. Then, with exaggerated nonchalance, as she prepares a plate for him from the selection, "And when shall that be?"

She's not impatient, per se...

[hwaaaitsme]

He watches, idly, with mounting eagerness, as she prepares a plate for him. She picks and chooses from the carefully arranged meats and cheeses, from the nuts and breads and all the little extras she has packed along with her. It is a thoughtful thing and he finds himself smiling just so without his realizing he is doing it.

"An old acquaintance of mine is traveling abroad," he says and sits back, leaning back on his hands and into the sunlight. "I'd already sent him a letter, but he walks rather slowly in his old age. The very moment he is within the city, I would merrily contract him for the purpose."

[coquettish_trees]

Attention drawn by Loki's movement, Alexandrie catches the smile out of the corner of her eye and pauses briefly in her task to regard him in return with the sort of soft sentimentality she once would have quashed immediately. Now she lets it linger before she finishes arranging her collection and offers him the plate, tilting her head inquisitively as she does so.

"I did not take you for one who had acquaintances within the ranks of Chantry Fathers," she replies amusedly, her eyebrows beginning to slowly loft... and then making the rest of their journey with alacrity as she abruptly recalls that the invocations of the divine she sometime draws from him are not ones of the Maker.

Her laugh sounds much like it might have had he suggested they abandon lunch to tryst in the scant cover of the nearby trees.

"Quelle audace!"

[hwaaaitsme]

"You disapprove?" Loki asks, his expression sly but intentionally so. If she demands they wed in a Chantry, any Chantry or under that supervision he will be...not put out, but deeply unenthused. Still, he will consider it.

The plate in hand is briefly ignored as he levels his smug look at her.

"Is this the line the fair lady shall not cross?"

[coquettish_trees]

"I yet to see the line that is not improved upon by the addition of a slipper-scuff," she replies, her brows now lofted over her own self-satisfied smile.

Alexandrie is not religious. The thought of a liege-lord who must be begged and cajoled to do his duty by his wards has never appealed. Although she attended services at the Grand Cathedral as diligently as any other nobly born woman, it had largely been to watch the fluctuations of power in both pew and pulpit. And to show off new hats.

"You know well enough, I think, the measure of what I would trade away for a life at your side," she says, and the softness of it is velvet that wraps a conviction of iron. "I should stand in front of anyone and swear it so..." But, continues her light grimace. "Consider that the Grand Cleric most favoured now--" Void take whoever murdered Agathe, and may an Archdemon crack their bones for marrow there, "--is like to call an Exalted March upon Corypheus and your homeland, and that it shall march from mine with an excess of celebration. To be wed shortly thereafter by your old acquaintance shall set us in opposition, and perhaps, given the claims our enemy has made," to being, in fact, a High Priest of the very cultus they'd be marrying under the auspices of, "we may face further accusation. Especially if we should like to have any degree of public ceremony.

"It is for these reasons that I must insist upon disinheriting myself first," Alexandrie finishes mildly, beginning to fill her own plate as if blistering heresy were as normal as birdsong.

[hwaaaitsme]

She agrees, with however many reservations, and Loki finds himself relaxing just so. His shoulders are not held in a tight line, his smile is a little less artifice. He regards the plate in hand and then plucks up a fig. It is delicious and gives him a moment to ponder his reply.

It is exceedingly ill advised, this ceremony, or any ceremony, or this engagement as a whole. There are more reasons than he can properly address to avoid the whole thing. And yet, here he is.

"A pity, I should have enjoyed their shock....but an understandable condition."

[coquettish_trees]

And yet, here they are.

"I think it shall engender shock enough," she replies with a low chuckle, "but perhaps it may satisfy your desires for further surprise if we were to issue our invitations as if they were merely to a perfectly ordinary celebration of the return of what passes for fine weather here in Kirkwall?" Alexandrie's smile is near beatific enough to put her in the running for the Sunburst Thone.