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[armd]

It occurs to her only after the fact that she has proposed having a drink in a bar with a woman (who called her attractive) to tell her a really fucking awful story, and that maybe she should have led with something else? Too late now. From what she's gauged from Lia so far Abby thinks that she'd probably enjoy getting to dramatically react to the whole thing anyway, it'll be fine.

She told Lia she'd meet her in Kirkwall.

She lingers at the other side of the ferry, resisting the urge to touch or pluck at her hair—she did something different with it this time, is all, left it down, braiding only the sides away from her face—or fiddle. She got here first on account of going ahead earlier to scour through the marketplace, and eat fresh bread, and stare critically at secondhand books.

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[extortionate]

Cleaning up is tough when you got the one shirt. Somewhere, back in Val Royeaux, there's an engraved chest full of finely-embroidered clothes, all folded and smelling of rosewater. There's a blue one he'd pick for this, one Lunette always liked; soft beneath the hand, softer on her lips -

Or maybe she threw them all out. Burned them, most like.

So it's the one shirt: Not quite dry from scrubbing out pit stains. It's cold in Kirkwall this time of year, and the wind's a bitch through wet hair. There's a scab where beard-trimming went briefly awry. And he smells, despite his best efforts, a bit like Barrow's cats.

But he's here, at seven, lounging against the doorframe.

"Never did ask if you'd got schooling," Sure talks like it. "If you're a mage, you gotta let me know before I piss you off."

crystals, gently throws a blanket over the tag directly above this that i forgot about;

[extortionate]

[ at some point when nothing is happening in the gallows - no demons in disguise, no massive venatori assaults that will shortly dispose of the viscount - ]

Lia, beautiful - you know how you got the most regal voice?