Tourist Mingle

[got_it_memorized]

Who: The crew of the Tourist! or anybody who might visit.
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Anywhere onboard
When: The week of 29Mar-04April

[All things considered, the Tourist is a fairly quiet ship; it seems most of its crew keep to themselves. What happens when they do happen to bump into one another, though? Let's find out! A chance encounter at the coffee machine, an awkward meeting in the shower, or maybe just killing some time in quarters, let's show the Fleet how the Tourist keeps it real.

[Your captain has purchased some fruit at the market on Mor and has generously deigned to share, so there's a selection of apples and oranges and a box of strawberries in the kitchen for the taking! Don't be greedy, though!]

Comments

[dawnwillcome]

With Cole here there's no telling what he'll pick up on, so I thought I'd just get that out of the way myself.

[There's not point in being shy about it, it isn't like she didn't give Solas plenty of compliments in Haven and then in Skyhold. And anyway, Cole had shard some of what Solas was thinking, so it only seems fair to put them on even ground.]

You're really going to transfer to our ship for him, aren't you?

[dirth]

Then I am flattered, lethallan.

[ He is still so close to her and he hesitates before he relaxes, his smile soft before he nods his head, glancing out over the rest of the room, the bare walls with soft charcoal marks; more for him to do but waiting for his hand. ]

There is very little I wouldn't do for him.

[dawnwillcome]

He's lucky you're here. We both are. I'd offer to help you with packing, but...

[She's looking around the room as well, now that she's thinking more about his moving and less about nearly landing in his lap. It's very blank in this room.]

I think you'll be fine.

[dirth]

[ Something soft curls around him, a twitch of his lip before he looks at her with something a little more tender. ]

I did say I didn't carry much.

[dawnwillcome]

[She's still focused on one section of the wall, head tilted just slightly to the side as she tries to make sense of what he had started there. It's going to be a shame that he's lost the little bit of progress he's made here on his own paintings, but hopefully the ones he'll fill the Pathstone with will be just as lovely as these no doubt would have been.]

What were you going to paint here?

[dirth]

The last thing I remember of our world.

[ Not... A truth, entirely. There's an outline of a pillar, of some creatures to one side - wolves, not that he would admit it, with Mythal in the middle, presented with a sword that had a hilt of dragonbone. Slowly, Solas shakes his head. ]

I can remake it.

[dawnwillcome]

I hope you do, it looks like it was going to be beautiful.

[When Jove looks back at him, she's reminded of just how close they're sitting and the exact reason she got there, the fact that he woke to find her curled under his desk with Cole, and her face heats up a little.]

I'm sorry we disturbed your sleep, by the way. I had intended to calm him and leave you to your rest, but...

[But it didn't exactly go that way.]

[dirth]

I have been making use of my notebook, do not fear. I try my murals there before I transfer them.

[ He says nothing, just lets his smile do the talking for him, gentle and soft. ]

I would rather be there for him than sleep through it all, lethallan, I assure you.

[dawnwillcome]

[That gets a smile from her as well, almost a twin to the one on his face.]

Maybe I should have woken you first, then. It might have saved me a trip under your desk.

[Which isn't to say she minded going to those lengths to soothe Cole, or that she wouldn't do it again if the need arose, but waking Solas would have probably been the faster way to calm Cole down.]

[dirth]

[ That catches a soft chuckle from him. ]

Perhaps. You were doing very well, however.

[ And he means it, watching her with something gentle on his face. ]

I was impressed.

[dawnwillcome]

[That's a thing that had always meant a great deal to her, earning Solas' approval and being someone that he could put his faith in without it being misdirected. Hearing he's impressed by something she's done very nearly gets her to blush.

It seems she does that around him more and more. Curious.]

I'd like to think that offering kindness to someone who needs it would be the common choice, but I'm learning more and more that isn't usually true. [Her smile as changed into something painfully fond, now.] It's difficult not to want to do those sorts of things for Cole. He spends so much time seeing after the hurts of others, it only seems right someone should be there to soothe his own pain.