Every dress she had been forced to wear was nothing Leaf had ever picked for herself. Leandra, the fussy servants in Skyhold had done that for her, styles, colours, whatever adornments all pre-chosen and ghastly in her eyes. Of course thoughts of murder had flashed behind a steeled, barely kept smile during those occasions. [color=#0074d9]“I… that is true. I’d actually be able to pick for once… oooh…pockets…” [/color]
Distracted by that train of thought, Leaf arched her own brow at his question though suddenly blinked with his lips drawing close to her ear. The breath she was inhaling stalled to a complete stop in an effort to suppress the pulse that shot up her spine, skin bubbling, colouring a shade as his breath spread across it. [color=#0074d9]“...No… yes. No. No, Champion.”[/color] her head shook, avoiding his gaze for their hands. [color=#0074d9]“... I hate that title.. Especially from you.” [/color]
Her lips twitched as he withdrew again, even if the closeness was somewhat suffocating, trapping, it provided Aoife with a great deal else. In the old days, after they had shared in some close escapes, they’d found quiet company in each other. She, the more level-headed and sensible of the twins, the Prince had always sought her out first than her brother.
His offer confused her, expression shifting through a variety of things before falling on a comfortable response. [color=#0074d9]“If… I learn to dance, then I have to do it with all those fools at court…”[/color] the idea of dancing with rich, arrogant dickheads who only likely wanted a dance for bragging rights or to try and cosy up.. Aoife shuddered, but, [color=#0074d9]“... did you just call me graceful?”[/color] Aoife snorted. Blowing and slamming things to pieces wasn’t graceful in any way. [color=#0074d9]“But… the shoes.”[/color] Heels were not her thing, walking was difficult enough let alone fighting or dancing in them. [color=#0074d9]“Is… barefoot acceptable… for beginners?” [/color]arching a brow at him, lightly shifting the hands into a slight sway.
Talk of lessons were set aside for something she had mentioned earlier. The aforementioned bath was found after following his gaze. She should have expected it, his home was a palace, not a small estate like her families in Kirkwall. [color=#0074d9]“Well, being a Prince has perks I suppose. You have all the fancy things,”[/color] her voice teasing. After a moment resisting parting with his hand, she made her way over to investigate the set up. Filling it was simple enough, heating it even more so. Rolling up an arm of her tunic, Aoife set it into the water, heating it to her perfect temperature.
Distracted by that train of thought, Leaf arched her own brow at his question though suddenly blinked with his lips drawing close to her ear. The breath she was inhaling stalled to a complete stop in an effort to suppress the pulse that shot up her spine, skin bubbling, colouring a shade as his breath spread across it. [color=#0074d9]“...No… yes. No. No, Champion.”[/color] her head shook, avoiding his gaze for their hands. [color=#0074d9]“... I hate that title.. Especially from you.” [/color]
Her lips twitched as he withdrew again, even if the closeness was somewhat suffocating, trapping, it provided Aoife with a great deal else. In the old days, after they had shared in some close escapes, they’d found quiet company in each other. She, the more level-headed and sensible of the twins, the Prince had always sought her out first than her brother.
His offer confused her, expression shifting through a variety of things before falling on a comfortable response. [color=#0074d9]“If… I learn to dance, then I have to do it with all those fools at court…”[/color] the idea of dancing with rich, arrogant dickheads who only likely wanted a dance for bragging rights or to try and cosy up.. Aoife shuddered, but, [color=#0074d9]“... did you just call me graceful?”[/color] Aoife snorted. Blowing and slamming things to pieces wasn’t graceful in any way. [color=#0074d9]“But… the shoes.”[/color] Heels were not her thing, walking was difficult enough let alone fighting or dancing in them. [color=#0074d9]“Is… barefoot acceptable… for beginners?” [/color]arching a brow at him, lightly shifting the hands into a slight sway.
Talk of lessons were set aside for something she had mentioned earlier. The aforementioned bath was found after following his gaze. She should have expected it, his home was a palace, not a small estate like her families in Kirkwall. [color=#0074d9]“Well, being a Prince has perks I suppose. You have all the fancy things,”[/color] her voice teasing. After a moment resisting parting with his hand, she made her way over to investigate the set up. Filling it was simple enough, heating it even more so. Rolling up an arm of her tunic, Aoife set it into the water, heating it to her perfect temperature.
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