It was surreal, to go from such lows to the highs of euphoria in the space of two days. With Korr thwarted for a time, the Champion had a rare moment of calm. She was herself again. Or at least the most genuine when not constantly goaded and taunted by the demon who’d taken a special interest in her. Aoife let her back sink deeper into the tavern's chair as her mind lingered on his words to Bethany, his threat to snuff her life out completely if they so much as tried to replace him.
She hadn’t mentioned that part to Sebastian, not yet. Other things had taken priority and while there came a slight flush to her cheeks, Aoife’s smile was sly, preferring to remain in those more stimulating memories than the notion of her dying. Too many had already tried and failed. Perhaps the demon was merely running scared, yet even years on she had barely scratched the surface of his motivations.
Perhaps because she was in a lull, or too distracted by an idle thought about the rogue Prince, but Aoife had to be prodded. Azure eyes snapped over to the elf nudging her elbow, indignation flashed, but only garnered a flick of her wrist, tossing her cards down. [color=#0074d9]“... Diamonds are forever lads, sorryyyyy,”[/color] she’d sigh at first, until that signature smirk couldn’t be contained any longer.
A chorus of groans and disappointed grumblings ran around the small group, all while Aoife snickered. [color=#0074d9]“I diiiiid warn you. Best not play me when I’m this many pints in.”[/color] Pulling her winnings across, she’d order another round while the dealer dealt in who wished for another bout. There was a decision to be made, yet some details were fuzzy. [color=#0074d9]“How many’s that now?... [/color][color=#0074d9]Six times?...[/color][color=#0074d9] Maker, yeah lemme take a break. Give you lads a better chance."[/color] [color=#888888]She’d snort. Then, rolling her eyes,[/color] [color=#0074d9]"Just. No fucking Kirkwall stories. The dwarf’s already told ‘em all.”[/color]
She hadn’t mentioned that part to Sebastian, not yet. Other things had taken priority and while there came a slight flush to her cheeks, Aoife’s smile was sly, preferring to remain in those more stimulating memories than the notion of her dying. Too many had already tried and failed. Perhaps the demon was merely running scared, yet even years on she had barely scratched the surface of his motivations.
Perhaps because she was in a lull, or too distracted by an idle thought about the rogue Prince, but Aoife had to be prodded. Azure eyes snapped over to the elf nudging her elbow, indignation flashed, but only garnered a flick of her wrist, tossing her cards down. [color=#0074d9]“... Diamonds are forever lads, sorryyyyy,”[/color] she’d sigh at first, until that signature smirk couldn’t be contained any longer.
A chorus of groans and disappointed grumblings ran around the small group, all while Aoife snickered. [color=#0074d9]“I diiiiid warn you. Best not play me when I’m this many pints in.”[/color] Pulling her winnings across, she’d order another round while the dealer dealt in who wished for another bout. There was a decision to be made, yet some details were fuzzy. [color=#0074d9]“How many’s that now?... [/color][color=#0074d9]Six times?...[/color][color=#0074d9] Maker, yeah lemme take a break. Give you lads a better chance."[/color] [color=#888888]She’d snort. Then, rolling her eyes,[/color] [color=#0074d9]"Just. No fucking Kirkwall stories. The dwarf’s already told ‘em all.”[/color]
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