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[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Lexie, Gwen, Wysteria, Bastien, you
WHAT: Hot weather, hot goss
WHEN: Various, mostly now~
WHERE: Kirkwall generally
NOTES: I've put the starters in brackets but do you and I'll match!

gwenaëlle; crystal (back when this happened).

[ one afternoon, of a sudden: ]

Gigi! You shall never guess how I spent my early afternoon.

[ she sounds delighted. ]



wysteria; on the veranda at the asgard estate.

[ It being hard to properly enjoy chilled wine through a veil, Alexandrie's is currently thrown back over her hat. She needs neither covering, the veranda is perfectly shaded at this time of day, but she wears them in any case in the hope that the extra protection will induce her skin to return to its customary—and much desired—unblemished fairness.

She lifts her glass, observes the frozen strawberry gently bobbing in the straw-coloured liquid contained within it, and frowns as mightily as she can without encouraging wrinkles. ]

It is such a lovely day to sit out at a café, and I hate it.



bastien; showing up unexpectedly at his room.

[ knock knock knock knock knock~ it's exuberant, and lacks the hard edged sound of bare knuckles. Wonder who it is. ]



everyone else~

[ drop me a top level with something your character knows (of any level of import) that Alexandrie might have conceivably heard tell of or some piece of gossip about them you'd like to have reached her, and prepare yourself for the advent of a terrible busybody ]

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[cozen]

[ At the shift, his careless smile takes less invisible effort—his earlier care wasn’t all for her and her heart. Only mostly. ]

If I am tall and sharp-jawed...

[ He doesn’t need to think about the question half as long as he does, which isn’t very long anyway. ]

Léon.

[ A private joke. He told Vincent once, in a bid to be a mystery worth his attention: It isn’t my real name. Then, pressed for the truth, he balked and feinted. Now there is a little Léona in Val Firmin, five years old and fatherless and named for a lie—

It isn’t a very funny joke. ]

You will have to change yours, as well, if you do not want to join the Witch of the Wilds in fearsome legend.

[coquettish_trees]

Perhaps eventually I should like to be a fearsome legend!

Until then, I have a few to use already. Once I have worn a small hole in Alexandrie, I shall be Lucette. Then Seraphine, then Arienne. Perhaps when I miss my name for a time I shall be Antivan and be Alessandra; and in the years when I am envious that I am not in the stories, I shall be Invidia in Tevinter.

[ For while it sounds lovely enough, that is what it means; envy. ]

Then I shall borrow the names of everyone I love that has gone and live lives I think they might have liked to. And then, afterwards, [ pause for effect, ] I shall be fearsome.

[ She wrinkles her nose slightly and makes a ‘roar’ face. ]