[CLOSED] I lie so you won't have to

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WHO: Astarion and Loki
WHAT: Wycome? more like Wygo amirite? Anyway they're looking for a foothold with the Duke, and sniffing out any potential Tevinter agents/connections that might be hovering around within the upper echelons of society
WHEN: literally now
WHERE: Wycome
NOTES: mission info | warnings will follow if applicable

Comments

the dice love us apparently

[icasm]

When Asterion's sharp teeth draw blood, Loki's eyebrows go up — he doesn't hiss, or pull back, or make any moves towards stopping him from moving away, but the sight of his blood, red against the paleness of Asterion's mouth, is something that is certain to linger on his mind for the rest of the day.

"I shall," Loki tells him, smiling to himself as he turns away.

If nothing else, he won't be bored.

For the rest of the daylight hours while Asterion asks after servants, Loki makes himself a somewhat conspicuous man about town, giving the impression of wealth even when he doesn't flash the coin to spend directly. The clothes help; the accent even more so, here so close to the Imperium. He also asks after the gambling houses, to see if he can learn any names of those he should keep an eye out, and is rewarded with a few names and some descriptions.

When he returns he watches Asterion's process for several long minutes before he goes about changing his own clothes from something fancy but appropriate for someone who has just arrived in Wycome to something that is a bit more ostentatious but also...

It kind of goes with what Asterion is wearing. Fancy that.

There's a green and gold undercurrent throughout the outfit, highlighted by several accessories. Loki is running a comb through his hair when Asterion makes his pronouncement, and looks the other man up and down before setting the comb aside. "Alright. I'm ready if you are."

He wonders if Asterion will be cold in that getup and some petty part of him definitely hopes so. Hardened nipples could only make that outfit even better, by his regard.

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Oh, the bite Loki would surely earn himself for that.

Instead, Astarion— nominally soothed by both the fact that Loki's finished readying himself and that the man is, amongst other things, impressively regal in that garb— seizes the opportunity to wend closer to his partner in crime, looping an arm around the former-god's own, letting his head pre-emptively drift towards the taller rise of Loki's shoulder.

Finishing, doting details. Like spraying perfume, or pinning a brooch in place, it's the smallest things— Astarion had tried to tell Gwenaëlle, just before the dam of their tentative truce broke— that have the greatest impact to wandering eyes. And nobility is often the very definition of that. With luck tonight, it'll play to Riftwatch's advantage.

But they'll have to make that wager in person.