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faderift2021-09-12 03:37 am
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[CLOSED] I lie so you won't have to
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
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



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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.