OTA | And She Was

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Alexandrie, et al
WHAT: Slice of life and catch-up catch-all!
WHEN: Mostly now~
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Adding as I go! ♥

The Lady Alexandrie's return to Kirkwall society is not so much a splash as a gentle slip into the water; for a long while, she was gone. Then, of a sudden, she isn't. She resumes her patterns with little fuss: goes to the theatre, frequents the Hightown market, can be found again in good weather wherever there is a good vantage point to paint the sea, the gloves she wears to shield her fingers from the cold doing little to hinder her practiced brushstrokes.

She does not come yet to the Gallows, but does go often to the docks, and anyone wearing Riftwatch colours may well find themselves the object of the lady's benign scrutiny. Perhaps she's vaguely recognizable from someone's reminiscence. Perhaps she's just another member of the Orlesian gentry being a bit nosy. Either way, she is here.

[ Here and happy to wildcard too; send ideas~ ]

Comments

[elegiaque]

My wine— ( is a yelp, laughing, leaning back as sentiment dissolves into outright merriment, exaggeratedly protecting the (probably quite expensive, to be fair) liquid from spilling. ) Lexie!

( oh, it's good advice. how'd she ever think she was going to just go without sex for the rest of her life. absurd. madness. she's been thinking about him since she climbed out of his bed, it's embarrassing. )

He's working. I'm working! ( she is not working right this very minute, but to be fair: he probably is. ) Oh, I just—

I have missed it. Being touched like that.

[coquettish_trees]

[ An arch look for he's working. Something like he does not have a door? A desk?

She'll let it go.

For now. ]

Satisfactorily?

[ Absolutely transparent bait. ]

[elegiaque]

( the quelling look she returns would be more effective if she weren't quite so restless to follow up on just those thoughts—

but it's so good just to be here, actually, a proper reunion between the two of them, the terribly ordinary oasis of gossip and couture as if for an hour or two the war isn't beating down their door. picking the pockets of the war for time, indeed. alexandrie's worth spending it on. )

I should have stayed in that bed, ( she says, arch, ) it was— that's one more thing. Everything's so easy with him. Extremely satisfactorily.

[coquettish_trees]

[ Alexandrie hums in her own satisfaction, gained via the transitive power of near-sisterhood, and raises her glass to mime a toast. ]

Such fortune! Why did you not? [ Clarification: ] Stay.

[ She imagines she could guess, but she is asking anyway, in case the answer has pieces of truth that need to see the air. ]

[elegiaque]

Oh—

( there are good reasons. ordinary, guessable, obvious: )

Well, the point was to discreetly return to my room, where all of my things were,

( except, of course, if the point was — and it was — discretion with regard to what she had spent her night doing (prior), emerging hair askew in last night's dress from stephen strange's bedroom would have been a neat cover for any other reasons she might have been sneaking about. a ready made explanation. useful, if she'd made use of it, except, of course, )

and, I don't know, maybe he was being polite.

( there it is. girl. )