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witticaster) wrote2015-01-07 08:53 pm
witticaster) wrote2015-01-07 08:53 pm
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They're lying around in what Sera calls the big fancy Inquisitor bed, flicking each others' ears and mumbling gossip--that night, as nearly every night they've been back at Skyhold. Sometimes it's in Sera's nest of blankets and cushions, but as cozy as that is, Snare's bed is a lot roomier. And when they aren't dead tired, roomy's a good thing. (Even when they are, it is. Sera twitches in her sleep.)
At a quiet moment, when they're just staring up at the canopy (which Sera thinks is poncy and Snare thinks is like home), Snare starts humming under her breath. She doesn't mean to, at first, but when she realizes what's stuck in her head, she keeps on.
Sera makes a disgusted noise, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, stop. Bad enough I have to hear it from Maryden."
"Thought you'd like the attention," Snare answers, chuckling under her breath.
"Not like that. Not like...chatting me up without actually talking to me." Sera's mouth twists like she's actively looking for the right curses to deride the bard's music, even though Snare's pretty sure all Sera's swearing comes like divine intervention: swift and out of nowhere, without any consideration beforehand. "It's freaky, innit, just writing songs about people and making eyes at them from across the room?"
"That's how nobles do it. They write books and books of love poetry and publish it." Berian used to read those--and Senara used to, too, mostly to figure out why her sister did. The appeal of having a lovelorn gentleman following one around and writing odes to one's delicate hands was lost on her.
"Piss on nobles," Sera answers, but there's not much venom there. "Anyway, she's not a noble. Just a weirdie who doesn't know how to talk to people when she wants something."
"Well, she's not the one singing it," Snare points out. "Don't I get points for not being weird about it?"
Sera looks at her like she forgot she wasn't alone in the room (though Snare's certain that isn't the case). After a minute or two, a smile grows on her face, slow and lazy like a cat's. "Yeah. Yeah, guess you do. Right, then, on with it."
Snare grins, and this time, she sings it proper, in a silly deep voice that's nothing like her own. "Sera was never an agreeable girl--her tongue tells tales of rebellion..."
At a quiet moment, when they're just staring up at the canopy (which Sera thinks is poncy and Snare thinks is like home), Snare starts humming under her breath. She doesn't mean to, at first, but when she realizes what's stuck in her head, she keeps on.
Sera makes a disgusted noise, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, stop. Bad enough I have to hear it from Maryden."
"Thought you'd like the attention," Snare answers, chuckling under her breath.
"Not like that. Not like...chatting me up without actually talking to me." Sera's mouth twists like she's actively looking for the right curses to deride the bard's music, even though Snare's pretty sure all Sera's swearing comes like divine intervention: swift and out of nowhere, without any consideration beforehand. "It's freaky, innit, just writing songs about people and making eyes at them from across the room?"
"That's how nobles do it. They write books and books of love poetry and publish it." Berian used to read those--and Senara used to, too, mostly to figure out why her sister did. The appeal of having a lovelorn gentleman following one around and writing odes to one's delicate hands was lost on her.
"Piss on nobles," Sera answers, but there's not much venom there. "Anyway, she's not a noble. Just a weirdie who doesn't know how to talk to people when she wants something."
"Well, she's not the one singing it," Snare points out. "Don't I get points for not being weird about it?"
Sera looks at her like she forgot she wasn't alone in the room (though Snare's certain that isn't the case). After a minute or two, a smile grows on her face, slow and lazy like a cat's. "Yeah. Yeah, guess you do. Right, then, on with it."
Snare grins, and this time, she sings it proper, in a silly deep voice that's nothing like her own. "Sera was never an agreeable girl--her tongue tells tales of rebellion..."