FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[shri]

ＬＡＤＹ ＬＡＫＳＨＭＩ
( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )

ＶＯＩＣＥ | ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＮＯＴＥＳ

Unavaliable To All:

• 30mins around dawn
  
  Only to Voice:
  
• Hour training morning and evening
  
• Any time she's gone riding.
  
• When she's in the field.
  
  Only to Book:
  
• When she's otherwise in a meeting, leave a message.
  
• Very late at night or early in the morning.
  
  Other:
  
• She usually takes her morning meals in the mess hall with everyone else.
  
• Her days are usually spent in Kirkwall seeing to either her personal business or Inquisition tasks.
  
• She has a bath twice a day, every day.
  

Comments

[altusimperius]

At first he resists, just to see how far he can push her: what will he gain by proving that she's wasting her time? The upper hand, somehow? Or just another door slammed in his face, an empty room left behind by someone he had come to trust?

He angles his head to look at her, sardonic and sour.

[shri]

She steps towards him, flat and risen up, shoulders rolled back - "A friend is someone that - no, is not your keeper, but they are someone who steps in. When they know someone they care for is at risk. Just like I did for you, just like Marcoulf attempted as well to spare you my ire over what you did."

Lakshmi isn't shouting, perhaps it would be merciful if she were, for it is true that most of her temper snaps - hot and fast. But this, this is flat, quiet, not so different to the woman that had watch advance on them with two swords in hand, fighting and protecting and bleeding and breathing war cries on a hoarse throat. It did not stop until she is quite done.

"So you need to think, Benedict, about who it is that stands there by you, and who sends you on stupid quests for petty reasons and which one of them deserves the same amount of respect in return."

[altusimperius]

Marcoulf. Why not dedicate a Chantry to him, then, if he's so marvelous and selfless?
Though Lakshmi's words hit their target, Benedict's face doesn't change, remaining stuck in a sullen pout, no words leaving him lest he slip up.
Let her think she's won, if that'll make her go away.

...she has.

[shri]

That, that is all that has to be said. This isn't how she wanted to talk to him, isn't what she came here to say, but God witness the day her temper didn't get the better of her, not let her blood get up so quick.

But it was done now, and there was nothing else to be said until he decided to listen or not.

And with that - one last look of him up and down - she leaves, and yanks the door hard behind her when she leaves.