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[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Alexandrie, Benedict, Byerly, Gwenaëlle, yooou?
WHAT: lady about town
WHEN: wibbly wobbly mod plot
WHERE: Gallows, mostly
NOTES: will style match prose/brackets, lmk if you want a specific starter and one day it might appear



Alexandrie has not been this mobile— nor this tired— in a long time. In between stints sitting in the Diplomacy office taking minor meetings that don't require the Ambassador's attention and composing and compiling vast numbers of notes, missives, letters, she is delivering them by hand any time she can’t find someone else and make it their problem so she can take a moment to sit somewhere outside. Over the last days, since Byerly had taken over Yseult’s work as well, the white bell-shape with the red hair has become a fairly ubiquitous presence circulating around on the Gallows island, and one might run into her just about anywhere… and almost anywhen, as candles burn late into the night.


( Specific starters slowly appearing below~! )

Comments

for gwenaëlle - crystal;

[coquettish_trees]

[ Long enough after that heated exchange with Astarion— including Thranduil's interference— that she thinks Gwenaëlle will be more likely to talk to her about it than to freeze her out, but not so long that she seems the sort of friend who's unconcerned about potentially earnest threats of violence from a man who moves with the lazy ease of a predator, Alexandrie calls to ask ]

Do you yet live?

Is it because has he not seen you or because he is also a hot-tempered creature?

[ The tone implies she knows well enough that she's part of that also. ]

[elegiaque]

I might kill him instead.

( she doesn't sound particularly motivated to do so, so lexie may not be far off the mark that astarion and gwenaëlle are simply volatile chemicals like to explode in close proximity. )

[coquettish_trees]

Might you?

[ Alexandrie has relaxed slightly into her airiness. Slightly. She knows well enough from her own propensity to burn brightly that any given situation between those who are made the same has the opportunity to escalate with speed beyond belief and end in either abruptly fucking or spilt blood (or both), depending on the quality of the relationship when they are not trying to rip one another apart.

Safe, she thinks, is a relative term... and often has little enough relation to Gwenaëlle. Even so, she'd like to know what it is the two of them are building that matters enough to them that they'd raze it. ]

Out of sheer pique, or because he has done something aside from being unruly?

[elegiaque]

He requested emphatically and at ( very unnecessary, by gwenaëlle's tone ) length that I should not buy him "tacky gifts".

( he is getting no gifts, ever for suggesting that this is even something he would have to say to her, and for emphatically repeating it like some kind of absolute madman who definitely hates her.

there is absolutely no other explanation for saying that to her, out loud, even once. clearly. )