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contact part deux
if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message
[ Through some huffy laughter at the nibbling, ]
For you? I will go as low as three. Some days. Seven on others. Alternating at random will keep him on his toes, you know?
[ His rapier is very bendy, because he's using it to flick the underside of Byerly's enchanting nose. Then he makes a show of sheathing it at his side and slides his arm around By's middle instead. ]
Do you know him very well? Your cousin.
For you? I will go as low as three. Some days. Seven on others. Alternating at random will keep him on his toes, you know?
[ His rapier is very bendy, because he's using it to flick the underside of Byerly's enchanting nose. Then he makes a show of sheathing it at his side and slides his arm around By's middle instead. ]
Do you know him very well? Your cousin.
Bastien, what a horrific thought. Disinviting someone from a wedding? Unthinkable.
[ He shakes his head in mock-horror. Then: ]
Murders. His father was set to marry my aunt, who was a dreadful coquette. Poor thing. So disgraced was he by her infidelities that he killed her for them.
[ By frowns just a little bit. For others, he'd keep up some manic good cheer; in front of Bastien, though, he permits himself to show his pity and his melancholy. ]
It's hard to get an honest story about her now. She's more of a symbol than a person.
[ He shakes his head in mock-horror. Then: ]
Murders. His father was set to marry my aunt, who was a dreadful coquette. Poor thing. So disgraced was he by her infidelities that he killed her for them.
[ By frowns just a little bit. For others, he'd keep up some manic good cheer; in front of Bastien, though, he permits himself to show his pity and his melancholy. ]
It's hard to get an honest story about her now. She's more of a symbol than a person.
[ A coquettish aunt for Monsieur le Coquin. Bastien might be charmed, to finally hear tell of a relative that makes Byerly sound less like a solitary outcast among his own family, if she hadn’t died for it. ]
In Ferelden?
[ Must be. Of course people kill for jealousy in Orlais, but among the nobility they usually have to invent some other excuse, like irritation or boredom, so as not to seem unfashionable. ]
Your father’s sister?
In Ferelden?
[ Must be. Of course people kill for jealousy in Orlais, but among the nobility they usually have to invent some other excuse, like irritation or boredom, so as not to seem unfashionable. ]
Your father’s sister?
[ Bastien’s shrug is small enough it would have to be felt, not seen. ]
If his sister got herself killed for sleeping around, as he sees it, and his brother came along behind her to carry on with her killer… I can see how it might give a man some fucked-up ideas. About what happens when you are promiscuous, you know. About what sort of people men who sleep with men must be.
If his sister got herself killed for sleeping around, as he sees it, and his brother came along behind her to carry on with her killer… I can see how it might give a man some fucked-up ideas. About what happens when you are promiscuous, you know. About what sort of people men who sleep with men must be.
I -
[ The tension ripples through him at once. Big enough to be both felt and seen. ]
He'd have to give a damn whether I lived or died. For the first one to be true. Which he never did. Or, no, that's not true; he'd have been happier if I'd died, I suspect.
[ The tension ripples through him at once. Big enough to be both felt and seen. ]
He'd have to give a damn whether I lived or died. For the first one to be true. Which he never did. Or, no, that's not true; he'd have been happier if I'd died, I suspect.
No.
[ That drains a bit of the tension away. It's still visible in his hands, though - they rub together, finger against finger. It's strangely reminiscent of the lashing of a cat's tail. ]
No. [ Then: ] My uncle died, as well. Murdered by his mother. [ That's unclear. There are a great many hes in this story. ] Miles' mother.
[ That drains a bit of the tension away. It's still visible in his hands, though - they rub together, finger against finger. It's strangely reminiscent of the lashing of a cat's tail. ]
No. [ Then: ] My uncle died, as well. Murdered by his mother. [ That's unclear. There are a great many hes in this story. ] Miles' mother.
[ Bastien watches his hands. The half-dozen messages he might take away from them, if Byerly were a bard, jumble together. Like hearing a voice too muffled to decipher except for a syllable here and there. ]
This feud sounds very lopsided.
[ He holds his free hand out, palm up in offering, near Byerly’s busy fingers. ]
This feud sounds very lopsided.
[ He holds his free hand out, palm up in offering, near Byerly’s busy fingers. ]
[ Bastien drags By’s captured hand onto his thigh, where he presses it to rest palm-up so he can trace it with his fingertips. Around the base of the palm, up and down each long finger, and around again from the beginning. There are no hidden bardic messages in his own fingers. ]
Bits?
Bits?
In the way that noble families do, in Ferelden. Opposition to their proposals during Landsmeets, sabotaging their agendas.
[ He's looking for messages in the patterns of those fingers on his. He's strangely comforted when none emerge. How strangely lovely it is, to talk as two normal men might talk. Not spies. Not using all their wiles to dissect the problems before them. Just two people muddling through. ]
Tragically, raiding their lands for their cattle and setting fire to their homes went out of favor when we started calling ourselves Fereldans instead of Alamarri.
[ He's looking for messages in the patterns of those fingers on his. He's strangely comforted when none emerge. How strangely lovely it is, to talk as two normal men might talk. Not spies. Not using all their wiles to dissect the problems before them. Just two people muddling through. ]
Tragically, raiding their lands for their cattle and setting fire to their homes went out of favor when we started calling ourselves Fereldans instead of Alamarri.
Sometimes letting someone know you could have done worse and chose not to is very effective.
[ He’s pleased, to have earned a laugh in the midst of all this seriousness, and some of that lingers on his face while he returns to business and hand-tracing. ]
Have you encountered them since you left home? I suppose it would be hoping too much for some people to like you more because of it.
[ He’s pleased, to have earned a laugh in the midst of all this seriousness, and some of that lingers on his face while he returns to business and hand-tracing. ]
Have you encountered them since you left home? I suppose it would be hoping too much for some people to like you more because of it.
Hoping far too much.
[ He shakes his head. Here, at least, there's less unhappiness and more sardonic wryness. ]
As it turns out, a clan prone to murdering over honor isn't terribly charmed by dissolution. If I were upright, humorless, and grim, they'd have taken me in as their own. Being as I am, however, a bawdy slattern...
[ He shakes his head. Here, at least, there's less unhappiness and more sardonic wryness. ]
As it turns out, a clan prone to murdering over honor isn't terribly charmed by dissolution. If I were upright, humorless, and grim, they'd have taken me in as their own. Being as I am, however, a bawdy slattern...
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