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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.


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[coquettish_trees]

"Mm."

A hum of simple acknowledgement. It's fair enough; Byerly is often quick and cutting when engaged upon sensitive subjects. Silence for a while. Then—

"Three times?"

She's not letting this one go.

[altusimperius]

"Three times," Benedict grumbles in affirmation. If she wants to hear it that badly, fine.

"I can't keep track of when you're together or not. I've stopped trying."

[coquettish_trees]

"We are..." Alexandrie pauses, sighs, and looks at her hands. "Complicated. I am sorry you find yourself caught up in it." Although really, no-one who is obliged to be close to either of them can escape the collateral damage.

"Perhaps it is insensitive to your distress to be somewhat reassured, but—" another pause, and softer when she begins to speak again. "I have often thought it was only I who became monstrous during the intervals when Byerly and I are fighting."

[altusimperius]

"Well." He rolls his eyes, looking back to his work, "rest easy." It is insensitive, and though he's glad she acknowledges that, it doesn't make it less of a factor.

[coquettish_trees]

She watches him turn back to the desk and thins her lips. Looks at her own desk, the last inch of her current candle sending flickering light over the papers there, and can't bear to do the same. And so—

"He is unused to people who truly care for his opinion of them, I think."

[altusimperius]

"He shouldn't be," Benedict grouses, but then he stops himself, heaving a little sigh and looking back at Lexie. There's no reason to be rude to her, not while they're working together in close quarters, and she's clearly trying.

"It's just. A lot." He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, trying not to sound as self-conscious as he feels. "It's not enough to chase me away. But I don't think I can withstand both of you at once."

[coquettish_trees]

Alexandrie doesn't, on the whole, consider what it might be like to have to interact with her whilst she and Byerly are fighting in the moments right before they begin fighting. At the moment she's undecided on whether or not she should be obliged to, but at the very least she can see that taking steps to separate the mood it puts her into from her other interactions as much as possible would be something of value.

"I shall... attempt to keep my personal difficulties from becoming yours, then."

[altusimperius]

A pause, and then Benedict looks over at her again, his gaze quiet and searching. He's had little reason to trust her, in the past, but then he hasn't given much reason for her to trust him in kind.

"...appreciate it," he says softly. It's something like a peace offering, and he's not going to kick it away.