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!

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[ungovernable]

( her voice is muffled, but not the malice in it -- )

Come, Dorian, let us not limit ourselves.

( the venatori can absolutely be helpful and dead by the time this is all done with, and if she is given an opinion in the matter, she has that one ready to be expressed in the very strongest terms. something upon which to work out some of the anger that she wasn't prepared for when she woke this morning and readied herself for a day she hadn't intended to involve this much -

whatever this is.

this is not how she planned anything. at least dorian is here. )

[liberalum]

True! We could entrap his spirit into eternal servitude, find something appropriate out of one of those charming books you leant me. Make it do a little dance.

[ He pats her hair, absently detangles where one curl has gone awry. ]

The spirit, not the book.

[ He eases her back, with the hope of sharing a smile, even if it's like his, which is small, wry, barely counts as one at all. ]

[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. )