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judgemewhole ([personal profile] judgemewhole) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-01-19 11:35 pm

[Open] My Hearth Is Yours

WHO: James Norrington and You
WHAT: Dining with the Commander
WHEN: Throughout Wintermarch
WHERE: The Great Hall
NOTES: Nothing but 'seriously dude, you're hiding something aren't you?'




Even Templars need to eat.

And drink.

Sometimes they have to do a lot of drinking, honestly, but Norrington kept his portions of wine to a reasonable amount when he had it with his supper. He always dined in the main hall, few times with his men, but often times he came in in alone with papers and letters in which he worked upon while he broke meat and bread off and slipped it into his mouth without thinking. His pen never seemed to stop, as he scripted pages and pages of writing -- before tossing some of them aside and grumpily burning others.

Once and awhile, you could catch him with no papers at all, but a book, his head propped up on his hand and his green eyes distant as he read the words on the page and sipped from his glass of wine.
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[personal profile] onlyhymns 2016-01-21 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Cade blinked in surprise when Norrington gestured to him, but then followed his gaze around the rest of the table. "It is... one of the more important skills to know," he agreed quietly, though he couldn't help feeling his stomach turn at the mention of maleficarum, of ever dealing with them again.