Comme ci comme ça

[coeurdulyon]

WHO: Lucien and YOU!!
WHAT: Catch-all
WHEN: Justinian/Solace, post-jungle
WHERE: Kirkwall/Gallows
NOTES: There will be shirtlessness.

i. blessed be

Once the needs are seen to, the comforts are addressed. Lucien disembarks, reports whatever it is he has to report, and when there is no more need for his assistance anywhere, he tends to himself. Namely, a bath. After that, he can be found meditating in the prayer garden.

ii. menial labor

[ Purely for MJ and Cait's thirsty benefits, Lucien will be doing a bunch of chores shirtless because the weather is hot and so is he.

He'll chop firewood, mend things, carry heaving things this way and that, he's at your bidding you monsters. ]

iii. wildcard

[ hmu on plurk or disco to plot things or just gimme ur best shot ]

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[coeurdulyon]

[ He continues to follow, perhaps with a tiny bit more pep and a teensy bit less rigid propriety after seeing such a winning smile. ]

I won't insist, but should you ever wish to speak at length, I will listen most wholeheartedly.

[untiltheyarent]

Perhaps on a bad day, when I'm feeling ill-used.

[There aren't many of them, but people do get snippy sometimes-- it's just not specific to elves.]

You can leave it here. [Back in Trade. She opens a supply cabinet in the hall, and gestures inside.]

Thank you for your assistance, my friend.

[coeurdulyon]

All you need do is call and I shall come running.

[ He deposits the bag where bidden and brushes off his palms. She thanks him and he smiles warmly, and takes up Josephine's hand the way he would any noblewoman's in parting. ]

Thank you for the conversation, Josephine. I look forward to seeing you again. [ Lucien bows over her hand and kisses it, then straightens to take his leave. His own work is waiting. ]

[untiltheyarent]

[Fifi is not a person who gets her hand kissed often; perhaps it's that she's a maid, or that her life before Riftwatch was hardly grand enough to expect such a thing. But it makes her blush.]

Au... au revoir.

[She watches him go, then turns back toward the cabinet to continue her work, shaking her head with a smirk and a roll of her eyes.
Such a shameless fool for the debonair type, even now.]