((Set on Haen during the vacation away from the station because I missed that whole event and I really wanted to do it :c ))
[Even though Lavellan's only been on the station for a few months, it's already jarring to be anywhere else. The fresh air and sand and sea are a wonderful change of pace though, no doubt about it; even the beautiful forest scene he'd paid to have conjured up in the VR room, while a wonderful bit of "technology" (magic), hadn't been real. This is an honest-to-gods tropical paradise.
And he's here not by himself, but with a small gaggle of gorgeous men. Many of whom he's already had in bed (or various other places). And many of whom don't seem like they'd have any objections to falling into bed with him again.
This elf doesn't need any further proof that he's died and gone to a glorious afterlife.
But hey, dead or not, there are still things that need to be done. Places to go, people to see. And right now he's thinking that a certain couple of beautiful men he knows might enjoy a trip to that lovely little open-air market they have here, not too far from the cabins. He very clearly remembers seeing a stall with all manner of colorful silks and several with jewelry, and who better to spoil shamelessly model such pretty things than Izuminokami and Jirou?
Lavellan himself is padding around barefoot, in what amounts to a simple white peasant shirt and trousers, as he waits for the others to join him.]
((Set on Haen during the tropical vacation event))
[Having completed a few of the squares on his bingo card by now, Lavellan has a small savings tucked away for his eventual (supposed) return trip to Thedas. His own living expenditures are relatively minor--food, a few sturdy outfits, and the occasional small splurge like the kohl he wears around his eyes. The leftover money from his somewhat frugal lifestyle could be spent to improve his living situation back on the station, whenever they get back there, but he's already decided against that. He doesn't need anything fancy. His quarters back in Skyhold haven't left him completely soft. Give him a hammock or a bedroll and a campfire--or the station's equivalent, a tiny berth with a bed and a small living room--and he's perfectly content.
No, aside from a few trips to the VR rooms, most of his spare money goes toward spoiling everyone else.
"Everyone else" being Kanesada and Jirou, mostly, and Masamune when he gets the opportunity. Lavellan hadn't thought his weakness for pretty men was quite this bad, prior to his arrival on the station, but here he is. Sylaise forgive him.
He's gone swimming in the ocean, explored the beaches, enjoyed the music. Enjoyed the company. And now here he is with Kanesada at one of the markets, trying to decide which of the beautiful jewelled combs would look best in that mass of gorgeous hair.]
This one, I think?
[He holds the comb up to view it against Kanesada's coloring, eyeing it critically.]
Lagunbiru-verse, shopping trip for Jirou and Kanesan
[Even though Lavellan's only been on the station for a few months, it's already jarring to be anywhere else. The fresh air and sand and sea are a wonderful change of pace though, no doubt about it; even the beautiful forest scene he'd paid to have conjured up in the VR room, while a wonderful bit of "technology" (magic), hadn't been real. This is an honest-to-gods tropical paradise.
And he's here not by himself, but with a small gaggle of gorgeous men. Many of whom he's already had in bed (or various other places). And many of whom don't seem like they'd have any objections to falling into bed with him again.
This elf doesn't need any further proof that he's died and gone to a glorious afterlife.
But hey, dead or not, there are still things that need to be done. Places to go, people to see. And right now he's thinking that a certain couple of beautiful men he knows might enjoy a trip to that lovely little open-air market they have here, not too far from the cabins. He very clearly remembers seeing a stall with all manner of colorful silks and several with jewelry, and who better to
spoil shamelesslymodel such pretty things than Izuminokami and Jirou?Lavellan himself is padding around barefoot, in what amounts to a simple white peasant shirt and trousers, as he waits for the others to join him.]
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Lagunbiru-verse, Masamune and Kanesan
[Having completed a few of the squares on his bingo card by now, Lavellan has a small savings tucked away for his eventual (supposed) return trip to Thedas. His own living expenditures are relatively minor--food, a few sturdy outfits, and the occasional small splurge like the kohl he wears around his eyes. The leftover money from his somewhat frugal lifestyle could be spent to improve his living situation back on the station, whenever they get back there, but he's already decided against that. He doesn't need anything fancy. His quarters back in Skyhold haven't left him completely soft. Give him a hammock or a bedroll and a campfire--or the station's equivalent, a tiny berth with a bed and a small living room--and he's perfectly content.
No, aside from a few trips to the VR rooms, most of his spare money goes toward spoiling everyone else.
"Everyone else" being Kanesada and Jirou, mostly, and Masamune when he gets the opportunity. Lavellan hadn't thought his weakness for pretty men was quite this bad, prior to his arrival on the station, but here he is. Sylaise forgive him.
He's gone swimming in the ocean, explored the beaches, enjoyed the music. Enjoyed the company. And now here he is with Kanesada at one of the markets, trying to decide which of the beautiful jewelled combs would look best in that mass of gorgeous hair.]
This one, I think?
[He holds the comb up to view it against Kanesada's coloring, eyeing it critically.]
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holy shit I thought I posted this last nIGHT
I think I have you beat for late tags LOL
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