She had to laugh at the expression, he looked almost offended. [color=#0074d9]“Seriously, we both know gravity will have me, one way or another. You’ll end up on the ground with me.”[/color] The few occasions she’d been made to attend, dancing had been skillfully avoided for a feigned injury still requiring healing, allowing Aoife to slip away and hide for the rest of the evening. As his personal security, she wouldn’t have that luxury.
Aoife often wondered how she had survived so long, fought through so much and come out of it. An abundance of strength and will, yet even she had a breaking point, the burdens shouldered taking almost everything from her. It couldn’t be luck either since the mage had long given up on chance ever being in her favour. Death was ever a constant in their world. It came unannounced at times, but avoidable in other cases. [color=#0074d9]“I said I’d stay, Seb,” [/color]catching the sharpness of his breath. [color=#0074d9]“..but we have to be realistic too.” [/color]
Under the water, hands threaded through strands as her mind wandered. Everything was strange. She didn’t splash, coming back to the surface, rising slowly, the water's surface lapping lightly against the enamel tub. Hair shifted to one side, and leaning towards the counter, Leaf picked through the various vials.
Her back was a mottled mess of scaring, ranging from the small dots of arrowheads to the little curves of a blade to the splashed dots of acid and alchemical burns inflicted by flasks. Her battle with the Arishok which had, in turn, earned her the detested title of Champion, had left behind the most exceptional reminder. Retelling that story came with a disclaimer, stomachs had emptied when Varric had first retold it in graphic detail. A scar from the point of her shoulder to the tip of her hip, as wide as a palm in places, crossed the mage's back. Time had blended the edges, softened its garish appearance some, but it would forever startle anyone unaware of it.
Finally, obtaining the right bottle, she reclined back just as his voice rang through. Leaf looked over her shoulder, finding him easily. [color=#0074d9]“Thanks, this is better.”[/color] She sunk a little, attention returning to the vial and washing her hair.[color=#0074d9] “What is this? It smells like… like peaches?”[/color] Not terrible. Her brows shrugged, thoughts shifting as she washed away the dirt and grime of her travels. [color=#0074d9]“So.. which advisor is most likely to go nuts with me here?”[/color]
Aoife often wondered how she had survived so long, fought through so much and come out of it. An abundance of strength and will, yet even she had a breaking point, the burdens shouldered taking almost everything from her. It couldn’t be luck either since the mage had long given up on chance ever being in her favour. Death was ever a constant in their world. It came unannounced at times, but avoidable in other cases. [color=#0074d9]“I said I’d stay, Seb,” [/color]catching the sharpness of his breath. [color=#0074d9]“..but we have to be realistic too.” [/color]
Under the water, hands threaded through strands as her mind wandered. Everything was strange. She didn’t splash, coming back to the surface, rising slowly, the water's surface lapping lightly against the enamel tub. Hair shifted to one side, and leaning towards the counter, Leaf picked through the various vials.
Her back was a mottled mess of scaring, ranging from the small dots of arrowheads to the little curves of a blade to the splashed dots of acid and alchemical burns inflicted by flasks. Her battle with the Arishok which had, in turn, earned her the detested title of Champion, had left behind the most exceptional reminder. Retelling that story came with a disclaimer, stomachs had emptied when Varric had first retold it in graphic detail. A scar from the point of her shoulder to the tip of her hip, as wide as a palm in places, crossed the mage's back. Time had blended the edges, softened its garish appearance some, but it would forever startle anyone unaware of it.
Finally, obtaining the right bottle, she reclined back just as his voice rang through. Leaf looked over her shoulder, finding him easily. [color=#0074d9]“Thanks, this is better.”[/color] She sunk a little, attention returning to the vial and washing her hair.[color=#0074d9] “What is this? It smells like… like peaches?”[/color] Not terrible. Her brows shrugged, thoughts shifting as she washed away the dirt and grime of her travels. [color=#0074d9]“So.. which advisor is most likely to go nuts with me here?”[/color]
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