Mal’s investigation had swallowed his attention for the remainder of the evening into the early hours. By the time he had organised his men and the assailants sent to the dungeon’s for later questioning the Chancellor saw no point in returning to his chambers. Mal took a contemplative walk. His steps retraced the path he and his search party had taken, from the kitchens where the servants had been talking, to the terrace he and the lovely dove from Orlais had scaled down. The night's events had been pressing, preventing him from indulging in the allure she exuded. He chuckled to himself, imagining what might have transpired if circumstances had allowed. There were other things he’d wish to press her with, but all in good time, he’d muse.
Yet it was that thought, and the knowledge that Malik had already taken her statement, that eventually guided his feet across rooftops towards the townhouse she had taken temporary residence in. Magic eased his path, helping him scale the walls onto the small balcony just in time to see her, illuminated by the contrasting moonlight and flames from inside. His footing slipped, pulling himself onto the smooth stone, and for a moment he just watched her, feeling an immense swell of possessive pride as his robe then covered her naked form. Part of him believed her to be aware of his presence with the way she so leisurely buttoned up from base to middle, yet Ophelia's attention appeared obviously weary and distracted. Mal smirked to himself, aware that she was likely replaying every touch, word, and event of the evening she was close to him.
By now, he'd managed to plant his feet onto the balcony, keeping to the shadows as he peered in covertly before moving and letting the shadow of his frame fall through the window to land across the ground before her. Mal gave it a moment before reaching up to knock softly against the door frame, despite staring at her with a knowing smile. Once opened, Mal filled the doorway, hands remaining tucked behind him. His head tilted, brows steadily rising as he spoke,
@Ophelia Jolfy
Yet it was that thought, and the knowledge that Malik had already taken her statement, that eventually guided his feet across rooftops towards the townhouse she had taken temporary residence in. Magic eased his path, helping him scale the walls onto the small balcony just in time to see her, illuminated by the contrasting moonlight and flames from inside. His footing slipped, pulling himself onto the smooth stone, and for a moment he just watched her, feeling an immense swell of possessive pride as his robe then covered her naked form. Part of him believed her to be aware of his presence with the way she so leisurely buttoned up from base to middle, yet Ophelia's attention appeared obviously weary and distracted. Mal smirked to himself, aware that she was likely replaying every touch, word, and event of the evening she was close to him.
By now, he'd managed to plant his feet onto the balcony, keeping to the shadows as he peered in covertly before moving and letting the shadow of his frame fall through the window to land across the ground before her. Mal gave it a moment before reaching up to knock softly against the door frame, despite staring at her with a knowing smile. Once opened, Mal filled the doorway, hands remaining tucked behind him. His head tilted, brows steadily rising as he spoke,
You should be more aware of where you stand when doing that. That's a view the Gods would go to war over.
@Ophelia Jolfy
08-03-2024, 03:29 PM
