VI. SEMI-CLOSED.

[liberalum]

WHO: Dorian Pavus; Sabine; Marcus Kane; and the people that happen to them.
WHAT: Purely a catch all to cover off the next month.
WHEN: Mid-Guardian through mid-Drakonis.
WHERE: Skyhold, Emprise du Lion, and beyond.
NOTES: This is a catch-all for pre-planned threads, rather than open prompts. PM or plurk me if you'd like to do something!

Comments

[ungovernable]

We shall keep him in a jar--

( she allows herself to be moved, but does not smile. still, all is not entirely lost;

she presses her palms to his stubbled cheeks, eyes wide with sudden recognition, processing information she had a moment ago been far too preoccupied to take in, a small whistling noise of oh escaping her.

your perfect facial hair, dorian, what happened. )

[liberalum]

Now, now, don't give me that look.

[ His hands lift to cover hers. ]

I've recovered from far worse. Besides, you should see the state of our dashing ginger Warden.

[ He draws her hands back down, and holds them once more. ]

Is there anything I can do? Besides dig up a nice robe and keep you in your cups throughout this soiree I've been hearing talk of.

[ungovernable]

( it takes her a moment to process that and realise he must mean alistair. hercules is not the only redhead in the wardens, he's just the only one she's immediately thinking of - and she frowns, again, but leaves whatever thought prompted it unvoiced. there are a lot of things, probably, that benevenuta is not going to say out loud, the next several weeks.

--and pulling a face; )

Keep me out them, Dorian.

( if she's just going to be a mean drunk, better not to go at all, but not going at all isn't an option. )