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]

His work is tedious, his cataloging is endless, and his research...well, that, in and of itself, he is not entirely opposed to. He does his job, efficiently and without complain, and his results are consistently and unsuspiciously middling. He does not task men beyond their skills and he does not record successes more than are to be entirely expected. He has, after all, lived in a land of bureaucracy before this.

The laughter that reaches his window is a temptation and, once he has heard it for a time, he hazards a glance out. The day is bright and beautiful, the weather fair, and there in the courtyard is his Alexandrie. She has a blanket, wine, and a basket of food and has positioned herself so that she is directly in his line of sight.

He knows her game. He knows that she seeks to tear him from his work and if he is caught out he shall be mocked for it...and yet writing letters to middle men and sellswords in distant reaches of Thedas...is so much less appealing. He acquiesces and, without bothering to cover his current missive, leaves his office and heads downstairs.