Ophelia had left the garden in search of servants to send back into greenhouse to help assist with the cats, and a member of the, what she assumed, was military or police force, had taken her immediately to be questioned, gently of course, the man seemed to be just a bit younger than her as he had escorted her back to her rooms and then taken her statement of events. She was familiar with the process itself, she had to give statements in the past in Orlais, so she had been fully expecting the whole thing -- what she hadn't expected was that her's be taken in the comfort of her rooms. She expected her chaperone would be by any time to also check in on her, since they had been separated when the estate locked down, and it was that same chaperone that had her so familiar with the process of reporting something to the authority back home.
Typically she had to go to the main branch or station to give her statement and evidence, at least that was how it went in Orlais, and now, after the evening she just had, she was wondering just who her friend was here in Tevinter. She thanked the man, when he went to take his leave, long black hair from under the black mask should make him easy enough to identify later -- the man had hair almost as long as hers. But she was finally left alone in her rooms when the sheer exhaustion of running on hours of adrenaline finally made itself known to her.
It was late, or by some's measure, early -- far too late for her to go to sleep, and way too early for her to just dress and continue into the day as if nothing had happened. She needed rest, she knew. Normally she would have fallen asleep over her stack of research, accustomed to doing the majority of her work well into the midnight hours, simply because that happened to be the quietest times to work. So after she was left well and truly alone, she worked at the knot of under fabric she had used to fashion pants out of her dress, letting it loose so that the fabric spilled back down over her legs, a relieved sigh leaving her as she did. The skirt wasn't as filled out anymore, the fabric heavy, so it draped down over her body as she moved towards her bedroom, intent on being free of the ruined number so that she could change into something more comfortable and maybe sit with a book until it was socially acceptable enough to start the day.
She knew she'd need an obscene amount of tea to make it through the day, and then there was the matter of the fact that she had seen her friend, but needs had dictated that she hadn't had a chance to say anything, or.. to ask for a kiss. But there had been that moment that his hands had held her legs around his waist, which was only going to add to the fuel of her day dreams, now that she knew exactly what it felt like to have him wedged between her hips, just so. And she had felt the shiver that had worked it's way through them both when her breath had just barely grazed along his earlobe. What had been shared that night in Orlais, was still there between them now, and she needed to seek him out, if not for anything else but to return his robe to him.
The robe that she pulled from her travel trunk, the fabric placed on the bed as she rid herself of the ruined dress, the green piling around her feet as she released the single button that kept the entire thing on her frame -- beneath she was bare as the day she was born, a dress like that couldn't truly be worn with anything underneath, the modiste had told her when she had it made -- there would be lines, and no one wanted to see lines under such beautiful fabric. But now, now that she was free of it, and the chill of the open balcony pebbled her skin with goose flesh, she reached for the robe and pulled it about herself.
It was not meant to sleep in, but she had taken to it, none-the-less. It was soft, luxurious, and even after the few weeks since she had last saw him, still held the smell of him within it's folds. She thought nothing of it, as she worked to close the buttons, working from the bottom up, so that she could lounge around in peace. She paid no mind to the open balcony and whether someone could have just seen her, no mind as she took her hair down, abandoning the buttons when they were enough to keep the robe about her body, but no more. No mind as she took a book, and finally started towards the balcony where a comfortable couch awaited.
Where she could try not think about how perfectly his waist fit between her legs, and how excited she had been for such a thrilling adventure. How excited she would be later, in day dreams, but now, now she needed to sit down, and try not to think about how disappointed she was that she didn't have her companion there, right then to help alleviate some of the same said disappointment with a few tender kisses, perhaps, even, where she could ask him to hold her for a little while as all the excitement wore off....
Typically she had to go to the main branch or station to give her statement and evidence, at least that was how it went in Orlais, and now, after the evening she just had, she was wondering just who her friend was here in Tevinter. She thanked the man, when he went to take his leave, long black hair from under the black mask should make him easy enough to identify later -- the man had hair almost as long as hers. But she was finally left alone in her rooms when the sheer exhaustion of running on hours of adrenaline finally made itself known to her.
It was late, or by some's measure, early -- far too late for her to go to sleep, and way too early for her to just dress and continue into the day as if nothing had happened. She needed rest, she knew. Normally she would have fallen asleep over her stack of research, accustomed to doing the majority of her work well into the midnight hours, simply because that happened to be the quietest times to work. So after she was left well and truly alone, she worked at the knot of under fabric she had used to fashion pants out of her dress, letting it loose so that the fabric spilled back down over her legs, a relieved sigh leaving her as she did. The skirt wasn't as filled out anymore, the fabric heavy, so it draped down over her body as she moved towards her bedroom, intent on being free of the ruined number so that she could change into something more comfortable and maybe sit with a book until it was socially acceptable enough to start the day.
She knew she'd need an obscene amount of tea to make it through the day, and then there was the matter of the fact that she had seen her friend, but needs had dictated that she hadn't had a chance to say anything, or.. to ask for a kiss. But there had been that moment that his hands had held her legs around his waist, which was only going to add to the fuel of her day dreams, now that she knew exactly what it felt like to have him wedged between her hips, just so. And she had felt the shiver that had worked it's way through them both when her breath had just barely grazed along his earlobe. What had been shared that night in Orlais, was still there between them now, and she needed to seek him out, if not for anything else but to return his robe to him.
The robe that she pulled from her travel trunk, the fabric placed on the bed as she rid herself of the ruined dress, the green piling around her feet as she released the single button that kept the entire thing on her frame -- beneath she was bare as the day she was born, a dress like that couldn't truly be worn with anything underneath, the modiste had told her when she had it made -- there would be lines, and no one wanted to see lines under such beautiful fabric. But now, now that she was free of it, and the chill of the open balcony pebbled her skin with goose flesh, she reached for the robe and pulled it about herself.
It was not meant to sleep in, but she had taken to it, none-the-less. It was soft, luxurious, and even after the few weeks since she had last saw him, still held the smell of him within it's folds. She thought nothing of it, as she worked to close the buttons, working from the bottom up, so that she could lounge around in peace. She paid no mind to the open balcony and whether someone could have just seen her, no mind as she took her hair down, abandoning the buttons when they were enough to keep the robe about her body, but no more. No mind as she took a book, and finally started towards the balcony where a comfortable couch awaited.
Where she could try not think about how perfectly his waist fit between her legs, and how excited she had been for such a thrilling adventure. How excited she would be later, in day dreams, but now, now she needed to sit down, and try not to think about how disappointed she was that she didn't have her companion there, right then to help alleviate some of the same said disappointment with a few tender kisses, perhaps, even, where she could ask him to hold her for a little while as all the excitement wore off....
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