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faderift2016-01-27 07:50 pm
ungovernable) wrote in faderift2016-01-27 07:50 pm
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this can still happen anywhere.
WHO: Benevenuta Thevenet, Nerva Lecuyer, Alistair Theirin
WHAT: Puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy.
WHEN: Prior to Serpent of Nevarra.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: If this post ends up needing a warning let's all blame MJ. Also, please feel free to assume that if your character was going to get a puppy, they can have picked them up or made arrangements to do so later - these are just getting logs because Benevenuta is a terrible person.
WHAT: Puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy.
WHEN: Prior to Serpent of Nevarra.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: If this post ends up needing a warning let's all blame MJ. Also, please feel free to assume that if your character was going to get a puppy, they can have picked them up or made arrangements to do so later - these are just getting logs because Benevenuta is a terrible person.
( NERVA )
They don't make scheduled arrangements, no, nothing so ... organised. Only Benevenuta had suggested that they might play chess, and Nerva had failed to object to it, and so they do, at approximately the same time and in the same place each week. Incidentally, really, only Benevenuta has been known to murmur an apology when it isn't quite the same time, or tap her fingers against the edge of the table and decline offers of an alternate partner when it's Nerva that fails to present herself at the not actually agreed upon hour.
Nerva is not late; Benevenuta is early, her new lapdog making truth out of the designation, a much smaller creature nestled in beside.
( ALISTAIR )
Tracking down Alistair requires a bit more effort. She carries the pup in her arms, Husband trotting obediently along at her heels, skittering this way and that when the rustle of Benevenuta's skirts threatens to entangle her short limbs. When she finds him, he would not be unwise to find the way her smile broadens when her gaze settles on him just a little bit worrying.
"Alistair," she says, almost sweetly, "are you much for dogs?"
He's Fereldan. This is barely a question.
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"They are affectionate," she says, a moment later, encouraging.
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Nerva narrowed her eyes a little, watching Benevenuta for any sign of mockery, but when she couldn't find it, she just frowned down at the puppy again, who was now completely on its back in her lap, its tiny tail wagging as it wiggled.
"... I've never... had a dog," She said, after a long moment, before frowning up at Benevenuta again. "How am I meant to care for it?"
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A wry shake of her head - "Would that everyone here were so sensible. We have much more pressing affairs than an accidental bit of breeding. Still."
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It was more confusion than anything else that kept Nerva's eyes narrowed and her brows knit, though she carefully removed a leather glove and let herself rub fingers into the dog's fur.
She was quiet for longer than was perhaps polite, as she rolled over everything in her mind, trying to find the trick, the set up, the plot.
But Benevenuta - despite everything - had only ever been straightforward and direct, with her, and it seemed she was in this, too. So, finally, she merely said,
"Thank you."
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"You are welcome. They are unfortunate, I know, but terribly affectionate. I think it will grow on you, in time."
She thinks it already is.
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"It is appropriate."
A beautiful dog would be worse, she thinks. An ugly dog - an unfortunate one - fits her just fine. No one will question her about it without a glare.
"I think I will name him Soleil," She murmured, more to herself than to Benevenuta.