contact part deux

[bouchonne]

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

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[bouchonne]

[ A little nod; a breath out. ]

Yes. Being told what to say makes whatever I do say feel like a falsehood. I don't want that.

[coquettish_trees]

[ She nods too. ]

Nor do I. And I do trust you, in that. That you shall not lie to me.

It is because of that trust that when I asked you to tell me those things—that I was beautiful, that you wanted me with you, that you should miss me were I gone—and you said nothing, I believed it meant that if you spoke them you would be lying. And so you did not think them, but were letting me pretend things were other than they were.

[ A kiss for his head, and a voice warm with amusement: ]

I am glad it is only because you are obstinate.

[bouchonne]

[ A little laugh - and it's a genuine one. Then, in his broadest Fereldan accent - ]

We shall stand ever steadfast against the slender, decadent Orlesian redheads coming to conquer our hearts.

[ And then: ]

You are beautiful. I do want you with me.

[coquettish_trees]

[ She smiles, touched, and then curls herself so she can murmur low and honeyed in his ear in her most fluid Orlesian one: ]

There is only one part of you that stands steadfast against Orlesians.

[ A gentle little nip at his ear for punctuation. ]

You let us climb all over you. But I am merciful and shall not tell your queen.

[bouchonne]

[ Mock scandalized: ]

You filthy little minx.

[ And then, with a wry smile: ]

Rest assured that my queen already knows. In my missives - "here is where my judgment is compromised."

[coquettish_trees]

[ She puts her chin on his shoulder and folds her arms around him. Softly: ]

You are so good.

[ Then an energetic kiss for the side of his neck, and a squeeze, and she lets go. ]

They will make you work soon. We have to eat the cake, or Bastien will feel unappreciated.

[bouchonne]

[ Good? He's just well-trained. But: ]

Agreed.

[ He leans over and grabs for it. This time, he does just grip a great big handful of the stuff, and shoves it right in his face. ]

Mm. Not bad.

[coquettish_trees]

[ And she laughs, a peal of surprise and delight, before affecting an absolutely scandalized look. ]

Such manners my Lord Ambassador!

[ Battle lines drawn. Her eyes sparkle. ]