closed | all work and no play

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Lady Alexandrie and her Lounge Brigade
WHAT: Irreverence and indolence for the sake of morale
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Unofficial Tevinter Embassy (i.e. the Asgard estate in Hightown), and other places around Kirkwall
NOTES: Catch-all for closed starters; pm/plurk/discord/smoke signal me if you want to plan something. ♥

The undead walk the land, there's mountains of work to be done, ten tasks for every hand, so...

Champagne, anyone?

Comments

*we’re* bad and thought that

[coquettish_trees]

“Just so,” Alexandrie replies as prompted, retrieving one of the cunningly carved flowery apples from its place among the others and making as if she means to tuck it into Kitty’s hair. She doesn’t, of course—although she’d not given her husband the same reprieve from sticky mess in the past—and instead leaves it in front of the young woman. “Besides, although I should have been most grateful for such thoughtfulness, flowers I have. It is your company I have lacked,” she reaches to pinch one of Gwenaëlle’s curls with cheeky affection. “The both of you.”

After a warm pause, to grant it the ring of truth rather than saccharine play-acting, Alexandrie fetches her own apple and begins to pluck its petals to nibble. “Now tell me something nice that I have missed. Or something irritating that we shall promptly gossip about.” She raises a finger in premature warning, her sternness patently feigned. “Nothing of real import.” The finger lowers, and she smiles. “Unless it is nice.”