closed.

[cozen]

WHO: Bastien & Fifi
WHAT: Just Orlesian things
WHEN: Early August
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: This may get turned into a catch-all later, so as always if you need any of my characters for anything hit me up at circuitry.

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some tavern.

[cozen]

“—onto the rose bush,” Bastien is saying to Fifi when he first sees Vincent across the crowded tavern, leaning in to speak with the barkeep, and for a moment he loses the thread.

A moment. He looks back at her and resumes the anecdote with confidence that is half faked, half genuine belief in strange coincidence and in the power of his moustache and flattened hair to prevent recognition.

“The Marquis just looked at it, like—“ He looks at the ale on the table in front of him, as a substitute for the rose bush, with his brow furrowed and mouth puckered in consternation. “—and then called one of his poor servants over and ordered him to clean it until there was no trace of vomit in the blooms. Which.” This thought he finishes with a gesture of overwhelm, in place of is clearly ridiculous. “I would have quit.”

He doesn’t look back toward Vincent. He does realize his hair is less unrecognizable and orderly than it could be, given the sweat required earlier to keep up with Fifi on the floor, and tries smashing it down with one hand, just in case.