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]

[ And how terrible, to be a spy (heartless by requirement) with a great, soft, beating heart. ]

I adore you, my darling. Thank you for trying to get along with the lad.

[cozen]

Yeah, well—

[ Of course he's warmed and touched by this. It's audible beneath the dry upper layer of his tone. ]

—he is your kin.

[bouchonne]

[ A laugh, halfway between embarrassed and embarrassed. ]

Maker forbid. I do wonder how our strapping visitor got that idea.

[cozen]

Tall, slender, dark hair, dark eyes, air of decadence...

[bouchonne]

[ A raspberry. ]

Tevinter.

[cozen]

[ Conceding: ] Tevinter.

But you probably are the closest he has anymore.

[bouchonne]

Ugh. Don't say that.

[cozen]

You are probably the closest he has anymore.

[bouchonne]

I said don't say that.

[cozen]

I heard you.

[ But less cheekily: ]

I adore you, too. Do you think we could get away from all of these people later and, uh— [ lower, like it's hot ] —go out in the garden and build snowmen who look like us?

[bouchonne]

[ Hah. Lasciviously: ]

Ooooh. Do you think we could find some sort of brush that would represent our mustaches?

[cozen]

A pliable vine for yours, so we can shape it around his beautiful mouth, just so.

[bouchonne]

And for you, a wiggling caterpillar.

[cozen]

Yes. Perfect. A fat one.