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faderift2021-07-21 12:10 am
coquettish_trees) wrote in faderift2021-07-21 12:10 am
Entry tags:
open | busy busy busy
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~! )
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~! )
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I don't want to hide from you. [ He doesn't know if that will always be true, but for this? He has to make different decisions. ]
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For a moment Alexandrie holds her breath and looks at him; knowing something starts here, not knowing what the shape of it will be. Speaks of her decision, of her want to find it out, with the tracing of her fingers down the back of his hand, her reach to touch the side of his face; says yes, says this, with the way she draws a line down neck to shoulder, finds and follows collarbone beneath the cloth to where it dips at the hollow of his throat. She lingers there for a moment, a bird hanging in the air before its dive, then leans to brush her nose against his, to slowly press her mouth to his again as her hand trails down to find and loose the belt that keeps him trapped beneath his tunic, away from being touched. ]