driftfleet | [CLOSED] Stop and Stare

[CLOSED] Stop and Stare

Who: Lioriley and Varric
Broadcast: Nay
Action: The Tourist
When: backdated to 1/30 continued from this so it counts for ac :V

Very well, I will be over as quickly as I can.

[ she is true to her word, making her way to the cargo bay of the Tourist as quickly as humanly (or inhumanly, in her case) possible after she turns off the feed. it's here that she waits patiently for the dwarf, making sure not to touch any of those boxes while she's there. ]

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[She'd better not. They haven't shown any signs of tampering, but... well, who knows what he's hauling at any given moment. Especially with a second smuggler aboard.

Varric doesn't make her wait; he's there with a big smile as soon as she pops in.]

Hey, Velvet. Welcome aboard.

[As if they didn't just spend the past twenty minutes talking over the communicator.]

The Tourist is the best ship in the fleet-- and not just because I'm on it. Can I get you anything?

[ she smiles just as brightly when she sees him, reflexively bowing in both greeting and thanks for the welcome he gives her. as she straightens again, the elf chuckles. ]

Oh? I know many aboard another ship that may say otherwise. [ a joke. maybe. she has a feeling most aboard the bishop - and probably every other ship - would say that their's is the best. ]

But no, I do not require anything. A tour later, perhaps, if I do not monopolize too much of your time trying on uniforms beforehand.

Isn't that what friends are for? I don't even remember what I did before Hawke and her group came along. [He shrugs and begins to lead Lioriley down the hall.] Turns out that collecting information and investigating rumors is a full-time job.

[He pops the hatch to his room open. It smells like old wood, leather, and paper. Considering he has a desk in here and manuscripts, as well as his leather duster, it makes sense.]

There's a couple different colors on the bed. Just... pick whatever one you think will fit best. I'll be out here.

Sounds like an interesting job, at the very least. You may have to tell me more about your adventures sometime. [ they haven't really talked extensively about that, have they? they totally need to.

later though. now lioriley steps into his room, accosted by the smell of wood, leather, and paper. all familiar, all welcome, all like... home. all it would need to be perfect was a roaring fire to heat the place up. ]

Very well. I will be as quick as I can. [ she says, flashing a smile over her shoulder before she moves to the bed to investigate the dresses. assuming the door is closed, he likely won't see her pick up one, set it down, pick up another, rinse and repeat until she finally settles on the dark purple one.

a few minutes pass and she has little issue getting the dress on. it fits, surprisingly enough, though there is one issue she is having that will need to be remedied... ]

Varric? [ she calls, a hand pressed to her chest and her back to the door. ] I may need your assistance tying the corset. [ you heard that right. it's mostly strung up properly, save for the top that needs tightening. we have to make sure it really totally completely fits ok. ]

Maybe over a drink or two. [He lets her go, and passes the time by leaning against the wall as he browses the network. No one has gravitated to this technology more readily than Varric. He wishes he were communications, then he'd have no lack of stuff to track. Ah well.

He jerks his head up when he's addressed.]

Oh. [He's not blushing like a schoolboy, he's too old for that, but a little grin jaunts across his face anyway. This is funny!] Be right there!

[He swings in through the hatch and lands behind her. Honestly, she looks gorgeous and he's half-tempted to tell her it's fine untied, but that would probably get him slapped.] Right, uh... hopefully it doesn't need to be too tight, or else I'll just toss out this whole idea. ['Cause yeah, no. He's not hurting his people.

He steps forward and gently takes the laces.]

Is this a bad time to mention I've never done this before?

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[ clearly he needs to get to know her a little better, because if he did he would know that she would never slap him — and might not even find such a compliment anything but. alas, he will still have to learn that much it seems. ]

They are meant to be a little tight. [ they're also meant for people with breast which, if varric hadn't notice already, she surprisingly lacks. the corset will at least push what tiny things she has upwards just a little; accent them if he does it right.

she laughs, a little louder than her normal quiet chuckle. ]

Perhaps, but I am not worried. All you need to is tighten them a bit and tie them, then it should be perfect.

[He's a perfect gentleman. Mostly.]

Yeah, but I want you to be able to breathe and kick ass if it's necessary. [She says it needs to be tight, but he pulls very gently, all things considered. Not just one yank all at once. Smaller tugging.] I know beauty is brutal but I don't think you should take it too far.

Tell me when.

I will be able to breathe just fine. [ she says nothing about 'kicking ass if necessary' because she really hopes it won't come down to that.

the elf is silent for a few seconds longer, waiting patient and still while he tightens the laces on her back. when they seem sufficiently tight enough to hold the dress up without her hands cradling the fabric over her chest, she drops her hands and glances back over her shoulder. ]

That will suffice, thank you. [ and with that she turns so he can get a full view of the dress, the elf, and what skin she now bares because of it. ]

[He ties the laces and drops his hands back to his sides. His eyes widen as she turns; she looks more fabulous than he could've expected.]

-- Wow.

[Damn, those markings though. He rubs his beard.]

You, uh-- it suits you. How does it feel?

[ she's going to hope that wide-eyed stare and the accompanied 'wow' are signs that he approves. it's enough to have her flustered again, cheeks bright with color as she turns her head downward to look herself over properly. ]

Perfect. I believe I will be able to work quite well in this. [ she will definitely need to get better shoes though — those worn out boots certainly don't go with the rest of the outfit. ] Does it fit the standards of your business, then?

[He sure as hell doesn't not approve. Holy shit.]

Exceeds them, even.

[He is trying not to ogle her because he doesn't want to be creepy, so he clears his throat and looks away after a moment.]

Are those shoes comfy?

[ shut up now, varric. she can't possibly glow any brighter.

thankfully his question provides a momentary distraction from her ever-growing embarrassment, her eyes shifting down to the boots on her feet. probably one of the... two pairs she owns? she's not good at shoe shopping. ]

Comfortable enough, yes. Why? Are they not suitable?

They look a little beat-up. I mean, the bar is glued in fifteen places, so I can't really say it's inappropriate. But, if you want something new and nice I can make some arrangements.

[He does like getting things for his friends when he can.]

I have had them for quite some time. They are still wearable so I have not— [ WHAT!? ]

Oh! You - you do not need to do that. I would be more than capable of purchasing some myself, if that is what is required of me. [ how do gifts??? ]

Well, sure. I'm not suggesting that you get rid of them, but sometimes getting new things can make you feel better. I know I always feel a little special when I wear a new shirt.

[He likes routine, and he likes breaking routine in just the right places.]

I'll take care of it.

But I feel just fine! Especially now that you have given me so much already. I certainly could not ask for more.

[ her jaw remains slack, like she's ready to continue giving reasons why she doesn't need any new shoes — but varric pretty much tells her to shut up and accept it with that last statement.

she sighs. ]

Very well. Thank you. [ a bow of her head, her eyes meeting varric's as she rises. ] I will have to repay you somehow.

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