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faderift2019-10-17 08:02 pm
coquettish_trees) wrote in faderift2019-10-17 08:02 pm
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open | back in the atmosphere
WHO: Lexie, Loki, Lea, Yseult, you
WHAT: complaining, spy things, catch-all for all your Lexie-based needs
WHEN: Presently, just after her return from Val Royeaux
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Hi again <3
WHAT: complaining, spy things, catch-all for all your Lexie-based needs
WHEN: Presently, just after her return from Val Royeaux
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Hi again <3
Loki:
The carriage is unloaded, its driver paid, and its riders retired within the estate to trade their road-dusted travelwear for something eminently more comfortable. Tea is made and delivered to the sitting room followed closely by a robed Alexandrie finger-combing her released curls who disdains the other plush chair beside the small tea-bearing table in favor of wiggling herself into the space between the long droll stretch of her husband and the arm of his chair, tucking her head beneath his chin and sighing with gusty finality once settled against his side.
“Merde.”
Leander and Yseult:
It’s easier this way; all three of them, in Yseult’s office late on the evening of her return, Alexandrie still standing, uncorking a bottle of exceedingly fine wine retrieved from the family’s cellars in Val Royeaux to soften the frustration she brought back along with it for them—and to soften whatever local frustration she’s to be briefed on.
“Shall I begin?” is her query over the quiet pop of the cork releasing, “It will be a thing of depressing brevity.”
Wildcard!
[Come at her wherever; home or studio in Hightown, Gallows office, library, somewhere completely different!
Alternately, come at me, and we can figure something out if you like.
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“I cannot tell if I have become terribly dull or she has,” is her rueful reply, as she seeks out his hand with her own. An absent gesture, well-worn and comfortable now. “But whichever it may be, it is a certainty that being obliged by circumstance to grant credence to the machinations of petty little fools is deeply tiresome.” She resettles her head at Loki’s shoulder so she can observe him with a fond little smile.
“I should have perished of it, I think, had I not been so favorably accompanied.”
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It had been amusing, watching the players of the Game attempt to reconcile their obvious fondness and how that would require adjusting strategy. They were not as adept at it as those in Tevinter, their fumbling would have been their deaths if they'd had a proper goal in mind.
He sighs.
"Perhaps it is that they've nothing we want. It is a challenge to manipulate a disinteresting opponent, after all."
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Indeed, in the end, those they’d gone to investigate had had nothing desirable; nothing for Riftwatch, nor for Alexandrie herself. While it had briefly been fiercely satisfying to watch the blood drain from the Lady’s face when they’d finally arranged the board such that she was caught publicly at her game of falsehoods, something about it had still rung hollow.
Nothing we want.
“What is it we want, Loki?” Alexandrie murmurs after a moment, slender fingers rising to rest beneath his chin, pulling gently to turn his face to hers so she can meet his eyes properly. It’s rare enough to hear from her like this, his name. Not replaced by title or endearment as is her custom outside more intimate circumstances that render it hiss, gasp, moan, or prayer.
Something of special import, then.
“Not for Riftwatch, nor even for the House—although I grant the outcome may lay favorably over all, if we are skillful.”
Her gaze searches, curious.
“What is it we wish for ourselves?”
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He arches a brow at her, following her train of thought, and the tiredness behind his eyes sharpens to something more lively and keen. His smile is subdued and slow, but it overtakes his face after a beat or two.
"Now that is an interesting question, Alexandrie," Loki replies lightly and his hand, in hers, shifts so he can drum his fingers against her wrist. "After all, we must have a goal in mind, a future we can obtain, must we not?"
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“Mais oui, we must,” she agrees, before making lightly amused admission: “Happiness has made me slothful.” Her fingers trace Loki’s jawline briefly before relinquishing it.
“But all things hang in the balance during wartime, and we stand within an organization that makes itself more than visible time and again; how romantic Riftwatch is, a band from all countries, standing visibly against an ancient force that splits the sky.”
She tilts her head, leans to speak against his skin. “The Chantry has its March now, but once Corypheus falls all will wish for peace eventually. They may have their sneering fun at our expense now, but with clever effort we might position ourselves to become a tale that joins nations.”
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"A lofty goal, my dearest," Loki congratulates, earnestly despite his own personal distaste for the idea. "But perhaps something simpler."
He sighs softly and shifts his hand in hers to stroke along her fingers.
"Perhaps a bit of power spread about, enough that we might not have to vie for favor or negotiate in the face of future marching. Either by the chantry or otherwise. A simple, reserved homestead...in our own private corner of the world?"
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"Au bord de la mer?" she manages tremulously as the lamplight reflects a little brighter in her eyes.
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"Though I may be picky and demand it somewhere a touch warmer than some of the coasts in the south."
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"If we wished to consolidate power and use it for the greater good, I am certain you could wield such influence well...for the uniting or rending of whatever you liked."
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She pauses for a moment, her smile curves, and the look she casts on her husband could heat the room in midwinter. "At least, not without... extenuating circumstances."