open. you believe what you want to believe.

[justashotaway]

WHO: Aenor Din'adhal, Laura Kint
WHAT: Catchall with open and some closed starters
WHEN: Immediately post-dream through the end of Guardian
WHERE: The Gallows and Kirkwall proper
NOTES: If you'd like me to write you up something particular, please PM justashotaway or dinadhal, PP , or disco dove#9906. Starters in comments.

Comments

[thereneverwas]

He releases her quickly anyway, holding up his hands when the elf steps away, demonstrating that he has no intention of touching her again.

"Barrow," he says with the same easy warmth, and tentatively extends one hand, in case she wants to shake it.
"I train up infantry types for Riftwatch. Swords and shields, two-handed weapons, all that."

[dinadhal]

"And you walk on the ice." He seems steady enough, at least. She looks him over, makes it obvious--if she isn't smiling quite as she usually might, it's because she's thinking, clearly--and then casts a gaze at the slick ground. "Show me."

[thereneverwas]

He notices that she's looking him over, and his smile reflects it, his stance growing a bit taller-- if nothing else, it's funny to pretend one is being flirted with regardless of whether or not it's true.

"It's called 'being heavy'," Barrow says with a friendly grin, "well. And wearing treaded boots." He looks down at his feet.
"Just don't get me on a frozen lake, or everyone will regret it."