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Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )

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[clannish]

Lavellan watched the almost insubstantial silk move between her splayed open fingers gentle as flowing water. Where it pool on the war table covering the Anderfels in diaphanous rain cloud of a pale gold with delicate blue cross ribs.

"Remarkable." She murmured.

"My dear, I would encourage a gentler touch."

Vivienne's voice broke whatever spell came over the Inquisitor. Lavellan felt blood rushing to her cheekbones almost as if she had been caught doing something she should not have. At the silent but difficult to ignore urging of Madame de Fer, Lavellan gingerly folded the loose silk over the bolt resting on the war table most of it was still bundled up in.

"Inquisition scouts found this on a raider caravan on the Storm Coast? I thought you said export of these sorts of silks were restricted." Lavellan broached in an attempt to seem more professional than her momentary flight of fancy implied.

"Yes, the only thing of note to come so far out West," Vivienne said, "Serault has a monopoly on its export and I would imagine finding it this far south might cause give more than a few powerful names in Val Royeaux to become positively apoplectic."

Lavellan made a noncommittal noise. Much as she would have liked to continue admiring it, Lavellan had to admit she would be at a loss with what to do with such a fragile if beautiful thing. Standing over something fine as butterfly wings in her leather breeches and duster that still had dirt caked on from a day's ride out in the field.

"Thank you as always for your insight, Vivienne." Lavellan said after Vivienne had gotten her word in edgewise.

"I shall inform Lady Montilyet she may have to smooth things over with traders in Val Royeaux while you and Commander Cullen fret over the logistics of safely transporting the silk back over the Orlesian border." Vivienne said as she dismissed herself to leave Cullen and Lavellan alone to work.

However, just as the door shut behind her, Vivienne threw in one last comment that it was a pity. The color would have looked splendid on the Inquisitor.

"Right," Lavellan gave Cullen one sideways glance as he fingers ghosted over the pale gold and delicate blue fabric still charmed by the novelty of it. "A pity."

someday i will not be glacier slow

[traumatized]

Cullen frowns a little as he listens to Vivienne -- while he admires her and her more traditional views on the Circle she is too Orlesian for his taste. Constantly saying things she doesn't mean, or meaning things she doesn't say. One can never totally take her word at face value -- she's dangerous in that way.

"Perhaps Josephine could find a use of it for you. You seem to like it quite a bit."

And it might not hurt to have something nicer for when meeting with diplomats and people of power. Besides, she seems to like it so much -- after everything it's hard not to think she deserves a little finery if she wants it.

so i moved several states and here i am

[clannish]

"Commander-"

Haleth replied distantly as she inched her wavering, slender fingers towards the daggers strapped to her arm. The fabric translucent and almost liquid like in the grasp of her free hand.

"Could you lend me your arm?"

She requests, slicing through priceless Orlesian silk as if it were venison.

Re: so i moved several states and here i am

[traumatized]

"I can indeed."

He smirks, a little proud as he watches her cut through the silk with ease. Perhaps it's not one is supposed to "properly" cut a material like this but he doesn't particularly care either. Not when it seems to make her so happy.

That's all that really matters. Which is why he holds out an arm for her to place cloth over.

[clannish]

"Upon careful consideration of the advice given to me by Madame de Fer-"

There was an almost simple, savage yet graceful way in how Haleth handled a knife as she carved through something so delicate with impunity. Sliding it over her forearm to rid the blade of bits of frayed fabric before sliding it back into its sheath. Without the Inquisition chances are a young hunter from a Dalish clan in the Free Marches would never have come to possess something so fine. This didn't seem to signify as she pulled the length of cut silk taut between her fingers and over Cullen's wrist. Working it under vambrace.

She had some working knowledge of romanticised gestures such as favors. Not under which circumstances they were typically deemed appropriate, but she grasped the context well enough.

"-I've decided to disregard it completely."

[traumatized]

She deserves nice things if she wants them, he thinks. Not simply because she was the Inquisitor but because nice things should not be denied to people simply because of who or what they are or where they come from. Vivienne's judgement had been ill placed. He's glad to see her ignoring it.

Which is why a small smirk pulls at his lips as she cuts through the fabric. He makes sure to keep a good hold on it so it doesn't slip off his arm or anything.

"It pleases me to hear that."

[clannish]

"Vivienne had her reasons." Sound ones; ones that ignored would send a few of their key Orlesian traders into a collective fit even Josephine might not be able to smooth over without a burnt bridge or two.

Only, there was also a hole in the sky and for once she liked a reason to smile that didn't involve coming out of a life or death fight relatively unscathed.

"It's an elvhen knot; I don't know how it'll hold with silk but they come in pairs. Matching knots for-" Shit. Her freckle dusted face goes bloodless. "Companions."

[traumatized]

"I know she does. She wants to keep people safe too, even if her way of going about it doesn't always sit well for me."

Cullen's disdain for the Game and the politics of Orlais were hard to ignore, as he didn't ever particularly try to hide them.

His expression softens at the token, the weight of it not lost on him, but not unwelcome either.

"It's lovely. I'll be sure to treasure it."

In honesty, he'd treasure anything she gave to him.