Who: Gale Dekarios & others! Status: Closed. Where: Various. What: Closed threads for December! Warnings: PG to start, will edit as needed. Astarion might be his own warning. c:
No, I imagine not, but let's see about broadening those horizons of yours, hm?
[Gale offers him a cheeky smile in response before closing the door behind them, letting Astarion take the lead once they're inside— they're here to have his portrait done, after all.
The artist herself greets them warmly, her gaze blank but still managing to rest directly on Astarion himself, a knowing smile curling her lips as she leans forward, resting her weight on a cane with both hands.
"Of course, of course! If you're here, then I'm sure you already know I don't deal in dubloons, I take it."
Gale clears his throat softly before chiming in, charming and congenial as ever.]
Indeed. We've heard that it's thrilling tales you seek, instead— my companion has plenty of those, I assure you!
[ Oh, Astarion has plenty of retorts ready for broadening his horizons, but then they are inside and here is the painter, so he's got to be on his best behavior or something. ]
Just so. We were adventurers, even before coming here.
[ He's going to tell all lies, really. But that's fine, right? ]
[Or something. He's off to a decent enough start, at least.
The painter herself looks thoughtful for a moment before she nods, gesturing towards the nearby sitting area.
"Well then, that saves me having to explain it to you. Why don't you both take a seat and I'll get started?"]
Ah— [Gale interjects while raising a finger, shaking his head despite the fact that she can't see it.] No, I'm afraid you're mistaken, it's just going to be Astarion who—
[She cuts him off, firm.
"Either you both sit, or you leave. I can't have anyone who isn't involved in the process disturbing my aura."
The wizard looks to his friend, momentarily hapless. He doesn't want to infringe on Astarion's portrait session, but he had promised to be here.]
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[Gale offers him a cheeky smile in response before closing the door behind them, letting Astarion take the lead once they're inside— they're here to have his portrait done, after all.
The artist herself greets them warmly, her gaze blank but still managing to rest directly on Astarion himself, a knowing smile curling her lips as she leans forward, resting her weight on a cane with both hands.
"Of course, of course! If you're here, then I'm sure you already know I don't deal in dubloons, I take it."
Gale clears his throat softly before chiming in, charming and congenial as ever.]
Indeed. We've heard that it's thrilling tales you seek, instead— my companion has plenty of those, I assure you!
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Just so. We were adventurers, even before coming here.
[ He's going to tell all lies, really. But that's fine, right? ]
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The painter herself looks thoughtful for a moment before she nods, gesturing towards the nearby sitting area.
"Well then, that saves me having to explain it to you. Why don't you both take a seat and I'll get started?"]
Ah— [Gale interjects while raising a finger, shaking his head despite the fact that she can't see it.] No, I'm afraid you're mistaken, it's just going to be Astarion who—
[She cuts him off, firm.
"Either you both sit, or you leave. I can't have anyone who isn't involved in the process disturbing my aura."
The wizard looks to his friend, momentarily hapless. He doesn't want to infringe on Astarion's portrait session, but he had promised to be here.]