They share seafoam words between sips of something warm and wonder who will be willing to break first.
Isabela holds her cup with her entire upper body; her elbows braced outward on the table as if ready to strong-arm anyone who comes near enough to give the illusion of starting trouble, she nurses the delicate, certainly Orlesian porcelain as if coddling a growler, guarded as if some jackarse might come stumbling around the corner and knock it from her hand, guarded as if it isn’t just she and Aveline alone in this instance.
Aveline holds hers like a snake, like a toothpick, like she's forgot how—like she’s certain to destroy its gifted, painted flowers if she grips too tightly and she's all too aware of it.
A Stiff Drink ( Dragon Age — Isabela & Aveline )
Isabela holds her cup with her entire upper body; her elbows braced outward on the table as if ready to strong-arm anyone who comes near enough to give the illusion of starting trouble, she nurses the delicate, certainly Orlesian porcelain as if coddling a growler, guarded as if some jackarse might come stumbling around the corner and knock it from her hand, guarded as if it isn’t just she and Aveline alone in this instance.
Aveline holds hers like a snake, like a toothpick, like she's forgot how—like she’s certain to destroy its gifted, painted flowers if she grips too tightly and she's all too aware of it.