WHO: Alexandrie, Athessa, Bastien, Barrow, Derrica, Nell, and Poesia WHAT: A Very Riftwatch Summer Vacation WHEN: Late Solace WHERE: Churneau, Occupied Orlais NOTES: Violence cw etc. Bunch of details here.
"How jealous I am of the sun!" Poesia says, with a gasp. The flirting makes it easier to settle into the idea of being something other than a natural killer. She threads her fingers with the one Lexie holds out, turning it delicately to examine it. "Why, I can't imagine any who would dare bar you from anything. This is the loveliest hand I've ever seen!"
"Then you must come and inspect it again come midwinter," is the coy reply. The flirting makes it easier to set aside what Athessa had said of Byerly. "Or at the very least, once I have had done with these rough reminders of the kitchens."
She wiggles her fingers illustratively such that she taps Poesia's hand gently with the tips of them. It's not where the calluses are, but that hardly matters.
Poesia pouts sweetly, leaning forward so she has to tilt her head up imploring towards Lexie. "Oh, but surely another lady of breeding-" Perhaps not necessarily fine, but, "May share her sweetest of secrets with another without such fear of censure!"
There was a time not too long ago that Alexandrie would have very eagerly taken the opportunity for such dalliance. The woman is surpassingly lovely, and there is little more she enjoys on her than graceful hands that know how blood makes their fingers slip, wiped genteelly like blades before it starts to make them stick. They come fresh from dealing death, still thrilling from the primacy of it, and it makes her feel like a reward.
But she is going home to an empty bed, clinging with a kind of desperation to her skin's last memories of other such hands, and her body shrinks from the idea of muddying the ardent paths they'd traced on her the night before he'd left with anything not drawn with the same kind of urgent reverence, the heartsblood staining them their own.
There is only one other pair in the world that might touch her that way and it is not here, and so Alexandrie sighs ruefully and reaches to trap a shining wave of Poesia's hair in her fingers and run them down the gold silk of its length.
"Such a fierce and beautiful creature you are," she murmurs, looking up through her eyelashes. "Do come and see me when my lord husband returns. I fear he has quite ruined me for sharing secrets he is not privy to."
She sighs, all playful tragedy, delicately kissing the tips of Lexie's fingers as the slide through her hair. "It's true that the loveliest women hide the sweetest secrets! I shall pray for your lord husband to return at once."
And then her head tips and her smile changes to eager friendliness, "But in the meantime, I do hope you'll let me glimpse the beauty you share with the public. Please say I haven't offended you so much that you would deny me the sight of your pretty cheeks without their freckles!"
"I should only be offended if you were to not wish to view them," Alexandrie replies with a brief run of her thumb over Poesia's bottom lip as the kisses reach it.
"And so your prayers shall be added to my own, and perhaps together we shall coax him back from whatever it is he is doing that is certainly much less interesting than what awaits back home in Kirkwall."
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She wiggles her fingers illustratively such that she taps Poesia's hand gently with the tips of them. It's not where the calluses are, but that hardly matters.
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"But surely there are other parts of your anatomy that the sun was not so wanton and the kitchens not so harsh? I might use them for a comparison."
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She doesn't move, though, waiting to see if she'll be permitted or scolded.
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But she is going home to an empty bed, clinging with a kind of desperation to her skin's last memories of other such hands, and her body shrinks from the idea of muddying the ardent paths they'd traced on her the night before he'd left with anything not drawn with the same kind of urgent reverence, the heartsblood staining them their own.
There is only one other pair in the world that might touch her that way and it is not here, and so Alexandrie sighs ruefully and reaches to trap a shining wave of Poesia's hair in her fingers and run them down the gold silk of its length.
"Such a fierce and beautiful creature you are," she murmurs, looking up through her eyelashes. "Do come and see me when my lord husband returns. I fear he has quite ruined me for sharing secrets he is not privy to."
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And then her head tips and her smile changes to eager friendliness, "But in the meantime, I do hope you'll let me glimpse the beauty you share with the public. Please say I haven't offended you so much that you would deny me the sight of your pretty cheeks without their freckles!"
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"And so your prayers shall be added to my own, and perhaps together we shall coax him back from whatever it is he is doing that is certainly much less interesting than what awaits back home in Kirkwall."