Theories and Prophesies of the Liar Zenovia

The lack of a curtain drawn was met with a suspicious slow rise of a singular lid. Others enjoyed, rather too fondly for his liking, the dramatic drawing of the blinds open that he’d only risked the one. The unfocused pupil searched blearily until clearly tracking her heading to his reclined form just before she unceremoniously flopped next to him. Rene offered a dusty chuckle, but made no comment until she carried on again.

I would say age before beauty, but then I need not flatter you given our recent trip. Brows wiggled knowingly. I don’t think your new Beau strikes me as one who really cares about ravaging Orlais itself. Now his grin became unfurled and feral with teasing her so openly. Though, there was an element of caution in her words. If the wards fall, they fall. No-one is even certain who cast them in the first place. Regardless, Luce and I have plans if the worst does happen. Tevinter invading over a book is the least of our concerns, Lia.

She’d probably scrape nails across his scalp for the comments he made over their recent trip, something which he didn’t overly mind but still flinched with a nod. I am a degree or two above you. I am right about many things, mostly the important things. Sitting up, Rene reached for a chord to tug, calling for an assistant. We’ll break for lunch, then I’ll escort you back to work it off searching for this book you’ve no doubt left in plain sight. All because some Vint fluttered his eyelashes at you and made your insides all… mushy and disgusting.

@Ophelia Jolfy