driftfleet | 004 // the house of sin

Who: Dorian and assorted guests
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, 3/10
Action: In a villa practically in the forest (THE HOUSE OF SIN)
When: Broadcast- 3/10 // Action- 3/9-3/31? Until we leave.

Broadcast:

[The broadcast goes out on 3/10, and Dorian smirks a bit into the feed.]

I believe I've secured lodging for myself, with room enough for several others. If you need a place to stay, do let me know. It's a quaint little villa a bit outside of town. ...please don't mind the suspicious glances, I assure you, I've done nothing entirely against the guidelines that were set.

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Action:

[Dorian has secured a villa, but the residents of Mor don't seem too keen on having an evil mage for a neighbor. As the month goes on, more and more villagers will show up to stand at the gates of the villa and threaten to come in after the "evil wizard".

Maybe he shouldn't have gone so overboard with the whole "contacting the spirits of the dead" thing.]

((OOC: Mingle post for the House of Sin. We'll pretend there are enough rooms in here for everyone! Even if you character only drops by to rest their feet a bit, everyone is welcome to visit and stay the night if they want.))

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Never? [She sounds just as shocked as she looks, because that seems impossible.] How can that be? You work with colors so often, there has to be one you're fond of.

[That smile, though... she's almost glad for the press of the crowd in the market for giving her this excuse to see that smile up close.]

None more than any other.

[ He does pause, though, glancing at her, before he turns his head to the side, lets his gaze flick out at the market before them, careful and easy. ]

Perhaps green, like the colour of the Fade itself... Or white, like the snow of the Emprise du Lion. If I had spent more time watching the sun I might have set sunset, too.

[ Green. White. Orange. ]

[As a child, it was hard not to think too much about her appearance. Her eyes scared the people who didn't know her, colorless around the edges with the hint of orange like a fire burning from her pupils, and mixed with the shock of white hair it left her looking like something delivered straight from the Fade. And then of course add her magic and it made for a look that wasn't exactly welcoming.

But she had been sweet, and listened well to her Keeper, mastered her power to show there was nothing to fear from her, and now her vallaslin is the part of her that most outsiders see before her eyes or her hair. She doesn't think of her eyes much anymore... until Solas picks those particular colors. When she looks at him in surprise, however, he isn't looking at her. Could he really...?

No, those are basic colors. Orange and white and green, those were colors that could make anything, not just her eyes and her power. That doesn't mean she isn't blushing lightly when she reaches out to put those colors aside, though.]

We'll just... start there, then. And with this one.

[To the pile she's made she adds a shade of blue that almost exactly matches his eyes. Two can play this game, even if he is winning it.]

[ Solas doesn't do much to usher her thoughts; he keeps himself quiet, for now, careful and unsure with each movement of his body even as he steps closer and looks over at the paints and canvases, gaze flickering. He wonders if he may have stepped too far, if he might have said something that might do more to her, something that might hurt her... But then he relaxes.

His hands slide, crossing behind his back, a gentle, careful movement of his limbs. ]

Blue as well.

[ He's smiling, but careful; he doesn't want to take too much, to use too much of her money, and he's careful with his selections, selecting a black and some coal too. ]

[As distracted as she is by this new development, the fact that he's being modest with his choices isn't escaping Jove. She flashes the merchant a quick smile before she turns away from him, resting a hand on Solas' shoulder as she leans up to whisper in his ear.]

He doesn't need to know this, but I have more than enough for all of the colors here at the very least. Pick out everything you need, not just the basics.

[Really, anything she may happen to spend today will likely be made up by the ratings from this one trip alone.]

[ Solas shakes his head, slow and careful. ]

Just because you have the means does not mean I should take advantage of it. The basics will do until I have something of my own, lethallan.

[ He smiles, bowing his head a little, gentle. ]

[Her lips purse like she's about to argue, but instead Jove just sighs and nods. She'll accept it for now, but later she's going to come back and buy one of each and every color that Solas hasn't picked. He should have the best, after all.]

If you say so. You'll only have yourself to blame when we're in the middle of nowhere and all you've got left is some charcoal.

[She's teasing him again because it's just too easy to fall into that habit, hand still resting delicately on his shoulder. She really should remove that, shouldn't she?]

[ He turns his head away, a little amused at her frustration. He's not a worldly man and he'd make his own if he had the materials, but, sadly... He doesn't. ]

I'm sure I'll manage somehow, lethallan. I'll simply sketch.

[ And he teases back, nudging against her, because it's easy. ]

[Now her lips twist in a reflection of his amusement and she nudges him right back, pleased by how easy gestures of affection like this are between them. She's glad beyond words they were able to become this close at all, let alone so fast, and as she turns back to the stall she reaches out to select one of the larger sketchbooks to put it with their other purchases.]

You'll need that, then.

[ Solas just watches her, a little exasperated before he steps close, his fingers brushing hers, almost tender. ]

I will repay you, lethallan.

[How is he so tall, elves aren't supposed to be this tall. She's just a touch flustered with him that close because it wasn't as though there was a lot of space between them before, but she finds quickly that she certainly doesn't mind the even closer proximity.]

Of course you will. I'm looking forward to how beautiful my room will be when you've finished with it.

[ He smiles, nodding his head with a soft bow, almost, of his waist before he turns back to look at the paints and the poor voyeur shopkeeper. ]

I will make it the most beautiful room in the fleet.

[Poor voyeur shopkeeper nothing, there are probably people watching this right now who would kill to take his place, for one reason or another.

Jove is smiling to herself as she draws away from Solas, a little regretful that she has to in order to pay for the small selection of painting supplies.]

I don't doubt it. Your room was one of my favorites to spend time in, you know.

[ He is careful to watch how much she spends so that he might pay her back at a later date, when he has money of his own. ]

I'm glad to hear it. I did my best to depict events as they were, but with beauty.

Much of what we went through wasn't pretty, so it must have been a struggle to find the beauty in those times. You're very skilled, Solas.

[After the shopkeeper packs everything into a wooden crate, Jove takes it upon herself to pick it up for the walk back. It's a present, after all, and it isn't as though the box is particularly heavy.]

Are you ready to head back, or should we browse to be sure there isn't anything else you need that isn't painting supplies?

004 // the house of sin

lays on the floor

smirks

ur a menace

das rude

UM YOU STARTED IT????

gosh what an accusation

it's true though

well i'm just gonna preen

swoons like a swooning thing

jove you sugar mama

joves gotta jove

solas gonna solas... which is not a good thing

gonna make all the cute elven girls cry

making elven girls cry is his day job

you're not wrong