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non-urgent crystal messages will be responded to by letter at his earliest convenience.
some time either end of may or early june idk fight me
The day I see you without work somewhere nearby will likely be the return of the Maker. [ second coming of christ, end of days, etc, do you ever put books down, at least to make out with wren? or do you just set one up behind her shoulder while going at it? keep these dumb questions to yourself, Luca, it's been too long and you're kind of scary now.
however, he isn't here to scare Gervais with his new employment, or act under any capacity as seeker. though, really, he's always information gathering, everywhere he goes, everyone he talks to, as all seekers are, so maybe there's good reason to be wary, even of old friends. still, the seekers have bigger problems to worry about than nerdy apostates working for the inquisition, thankfully. Pacing forward, he tugs out a tall glass bottle, setting it on the desk nearby. ]
A gift of the Antivan national life-blood. Should you find a free moment sooner than that. [ by that he means really expensive wine. it's nice being antivan and knowing wine selection like the national anthem. makes gift-giving very easy. ]
put up yo dukes
he had never been one able to forget where he was, who they were to him. always making himself stiller, softer, steadier. never a threat. a good sort, vauquelin, knows his place.
he is wary because it's the only thing he knows to be, even now. freedom sits uneasy on shoulders broken to the yoke; he may live another forty years and never quite adapt, for all the little liberties he learns to take. )
Th-th-thank you, ( because he's also not a fucking animal, lifting the bottle one-handed to tilt the label to him, eyebrows barely rising enough to catch the shift. ) You, ah, you- will be joining the, the, the work here?
(ง •̀_•́)ง
the distance here isn't anything new, and it hardly bothers Luca, one who managed to pester Wren until she accepted his socializing, and really, if he couldn't even pick up the looks the mage and the templar commander cast each other in the quiet of a caravan trotting along an empty forest, he'd still be trying and failing to be recruited to the Seekers.
Seeing Garvais accept the bottle, Luca smiles, light and carefree. He's ever had the talent for looking completely at ease and at home when all others around him aren't, and do that end, he takes a nearby chair, clearly wishing some time to chat with the man. ] You're quite welcome, my hopes you enjoy it.
[ sighing he crosses one knee over the other, leaning back. ] Seeker Pentaghast must've grown tired of watching me drain the tavern's wine stock dry, so, yes, I've been sent to join the Inquisition forces proper. Under Coupe's charge, as well, which seems refreshing after so many years.
rocks up late with starbucks
he holds himself differently, now. his gaze doesn't drop or wander, the way it once did; he had always seemed so absent-minded, so politely deferential, as if it were natural. it is not that he sheds it now to purpose, but that he seems to have long since already done so—he wears with ease now his height, his breadth.
his capability. )
Th-th-the,
( is this a peace offering, or )
the b-b-b-band back, ah, back, back, back together.
( it's very dry. it's very fucking rare that he makes the effort to share such passing thoughts, but this is an easy conversation that they're having. catching up. old friends.
how are they playing this. you give a little, to see. )