open | back in the atmosphere

[coquettish_trees]

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

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.”


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[keenly]

After a moment, a twinkle of a light comes on in his eyes. "Maybe," he says softly. "But the answer says more about me than it says about him. That I...want someone with all those things. And maybe that won't be him. If he doesn't know who he is, who am I to tell him? But I've looked at him, and I've seen those things I'm looking for, and I'm...I'm...I don't think I could just find someone who already has those things and is as ready as I am to be in love. Which, I didn't think I was, until now. Benedict certainly isn't. And that doesn't really matter to me in terms of wanting him to be happy, and wanting to be his friend and be there for him. This, this separate thing? I don't really think I could find someone like that who would also want me. Which, I've no indication he ever would, aside from our bit-of-fun months ago. So it's completely possible I finally know what kind of thing I want, but it's never going to want me back."

[coquettish_trees]

Now she stirs the paella, more for something to do with her hands as she thinks than in any attempt to cook. Her fingers drum once, lightly, absently, on the handle of the spoon.

“To him... well. No matter what it is you believe of him, you cannot tell someone when their heart is ready any more than you can tell them who they are. You can only decide if it is right for you to accept what is offered. And to you?” Alexandrie lifts her shoulder and smiles slightly, looking over at Colin. “Mais oui, it is possible. But all things are possible. You find the sort of love you wish for, or you must wait for it.” Her smile spreads a bit farther, and her murmur is half to the pot. “Perhaps you give up and it finds you. It is a strange world, and our hearts make it stranger.” She taps the spoon against the inside of the pot for emphasis.

“What will you do with this newfound insight of yours?”