[OPEN]

[bribon]

WHO: Cornelia + Desidério + YOU!
WHAT: Closing a rift in central Antiva goes awry.
WHEN: Early Fantasy!October
WHERE: Central Antiva, and then also the Gallows + Kirkwall + Wherever
NOTES: Rifts and rift-closing accessories; content warn in your subject lines as necessary.

Comments

variety of partners numero uno

[sprent]

Gela is more than happy to accompany, especially because she gets to go to the markets on assignment, which is one of her favourite things. She tells Desidério this very promptly, and they're chatting as they approach the scene together. Or, rather, Gela is chatting, and quite animatedly.

"You know, I was a merchant before I came to the Gallows in the first place, so if you need somebody to go and talk shop with him while you're examining him and his things more closely, unseen, I could do that. I would be good at it."

Joint-division missions are fun!

[bribon]

It's been a little slow going to get here. Kirkwall is oriented considerably more up and down than Seleny, and somewhere between the fourth and sixth set of stairs required to reach the Hightown Markets, he'd been a little winded and had never truly recovered. Thank Andraste's knickers that his partner has plenty to say; it's allowed Desidério to pant back monosyllabic responses with minimal ego shrinkage. Fuck, he thinks. Moysenta may have been on to something when she'd said he should drink less.

(Or had it been Diomara? Lena? Definitely a blonde. He can picture the hair about the phrase more than he can the mouth it'd come out of.)

"Terrific," he says. Three syllables! Progress.

Breathing hard through his nose, Desidério rummages around in his coat pocket, finds his silver case, and cracks it open. Jams a cigarillo produced from it into the corner of his mouth and feels further forward the Riftwatch issues lighter.