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Varania. Sister to Fenris, as much as he doesn't like to say so. Incidentally, a scribe for Ser personally [sempermaria] on Tumblr. |
“Messiest laundry ever.”
A pile of dirty clothes amassed in a wooden basket , sat intimidatingly in the corner of her house.
“Might as well start on them.”
Some festival or other brought one too many drunk a patron to the inn that night. Varania’s menial work had made her lost track of time, despite the very nature of her job. Nonetheless, she was off-duty for now (or on a short break, really, since Ser Holmes was such a damned slave-driver) and decided to join the inebriated crowd and down a few too many pints herself.
Unfortunately, in contrast to the merrier drunken revelers that occasionally stumbled into her corner table, it only quietened her more, making her a lot akin to her more brooding brother. Though neither of them would honestly ever make the comparison out of sheer denial.
While the merrymaking carried on, Varania called in for another pint of ale. A few months ago she could barely afford the cheap wine they offered at the Hanged Man, and here she was sporting her nth mug of the evening. As much as she disliked the people in Kirkwall, her occupation has brought her a lot more than she could have working for Ahrimann.
Shrugging away her thoughts, she accepted the cold beverage, quickly swallowing a generous portion of it, hoping it would stop her from thinking and swiftly carry her deeper in her intoxication - namely until she fell asleep from the ale.
Before she reached halfway into the mug, her grip slackened, her tension ebbed away as the sleepiness washed over her.
I don’t like this tunic. I’m keeping my shoes and socks though.
FEATHERS. *shakes head* What self respecting person wears feathers. And you’re not in Tevinter any more, girl. And that’s a blessing.
Feathers are a good addition to any article of clothing, in my opinion. Ser. They’d give anyone wearing them an air of-of… authority.
Only because the poor blighter is the only one in the room not fighting off a sneeze!
Well, a pity that Tevinter standards are far too strong for your Ferelden sensibilities, Ser.
The feathers gave you sass, i can see. *frowns* you look like you’re either about to fly off into the sunset or lay an egg. I cannot unsee it now.

Your humor as charming as ever, serah.
He told me to get a better wardrobe. So I did.
*double take* You look like a bloody magister. Take that thing off!
I-.. Ser Holmes, you gave me a bag of gold and a very vague criticism of my minimal approach to officewear. It was either this, or my very old workers uniform.
*pulls face* By Andraste’s name is did not expect you come in like a….mage. A simple tunic would have been decent. Not…what are those, feathers? Maker preserve us.
*flustered* I-I’ll have you know, Ser, that these pauldrons are uniform standards for anyone with a job in Tevinter.FEATHERS. *shakes head* What self respecting person wears feathers. And you’re not in Tevinter any more, girl. And that’s a blessing.
Feathers are a good addition to any article of clothing, in my opinion. Ser. They’d give anyone wearing them an air of-of… authority.
Only because the poor blighter is the only one in the room not fighting off a sneeze!
Well, a pity that Tevinter standards are far too strong for your Ferelden sensibilities, Ser.
He told me to get a better wardrobe. So I did.
*double take* You look like a bloody magister. Take that thing off!
I-.. Ser Holmes, you gave me a bag of gold and a very vague criticism of my minimal approach to officewear. It was either this, or my very old workers uniform.
*pulls face* By Andraste’s name is did not expect you come in like a….mage. A simple tunic would have been decent. Not…what are those, feathers? Maker preserve us.
*flustered* I-I’ll have you know, Ser, that these pauldrons are uniform standards for anyone with a job in Tevinter.FEATHERS. *shakes head* What self respecting person wears feathers. And you’re not in Tevinter any more, girl. And that’s a blessing.
Feathers are a good addition to any article of clothing, in my opinion. Ser. They’d give anyone wearing them an air of-of… authority.
He told me to get a better wardrobe. So I did.
*double take* You look like a bloody magister. Take that thing off!
I-.. Ser Holmes, you gave me a bag of gold and a very vague criticism of my minimal approach to officewear. It was either this, or my very old workers uniform.
*pulls face* By Andraste’s name is did not expect you come in like a….mage. A simple tunic would have been decent. Not…what are those, feathers? Maker preserve us.

*flustered* I-I’ll have you know, Ser, that these pauldrons are uniform standards for anyone with a job in Tevinter.
He told me to get a better wardrobe. So I did.
*double take* You look like a bloody magister. Take that thing off!
I-.. Ser Holmes, you gave me a bag of gold and a very vague criticism of my minimal approach to officewear. It was either this, or my very old workers uniform.
He told me to get a better wardrobe. So I did.
((I’m going to try and be more active here. It just seems a waste that I’m Varania and don’t do much apart from being a pesterful secretary to Ser Magestaffupmyass Holmes, so toss me RPs and things :D))

((OOC : Dunno where these were supposed to be going into. They just felt like popping out. Also, i miss posting in this tumblr....
…Jowan sneezes. And wonders who’s talking about him now.
My Dearest Ser,
We really need to stop meeting like this - hushed conversations in dark corners of...
OMFG AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW soooo fucking adorable
I died and went to adorable.
Urgh, my heart. ;u;
I corrected the grammar and checked the...
*laughing hysterically*