[ OPEN ] hide your love, don't be shy

[godshattering]

Who: Claude and you!
When: all throughout August and September
Where: Cadens (pre-Nocwich), the Horizon (any time), and Libertas (post-Nocwich)
What: Catch all for both months
Warnings: For anything referencing Libertas: death, violence, and war


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[bloomly]

( it shouldn’t surprise her that he seeks to copy her move—especially since she’s almost positive it’s not even a proper move, not even something standard to the game. her hands sit in her lap, poised on her thighs, and she stares at the board, then at the two pieces, as though trying to puzzle out a way to save her own; but it is what it is, and their two pawns sit on the sidelines now, the perfect company for two wallflowers hoping to pass an evening by observation only. so she does the only thing she can do: and laughs, wrinkling her nose slightly as she shakes her head. )

What a marvelous play. I should have prepared for it!

( her lips press out, as though half-disappointed with herself, but a deal is a deal, and before she can lift her hands to inquire about moving another piece, she decides to relent by the terms of their deal. )

But, I guess you’re just as pro as me, huh? Just remember that names have power, your lordship, or whatever I should call you. ( she’s beaming a little, as she lifts up one arm. ) My name is Aerith. Last name, Gainsborough. It’s okay to just call me Aerith, though.

( her hand stretches out across the length of the board: she’s holding it patiently over his pieces, her slender fingers pressed together to offer him a handshake. it isn’t the sort that might be done at the end of a game, as though conceding the victory, but more that it seems polite to introduce herself with proper manners, instead of continuing on with her next play, first. )

Since I won a piece, too, you have to return the favor, right? Or should we just use royal names instead? I kind of like that.

[godshattering]

No Lady Gainsborough as a title, then?

[ He's teasing, ever so slightly, all based upon what feels like a polite insistence that first names are more than acceptable. Something which suits him fine considering even made up titles can be unwieldy after a while, and the lack of formality and all its guidelines here has been a welcome change for him. Still, Claude leans forward in his chair to grasp her hand in a firm handshake with a smile. ]

Regardless, you're right that fair's fair - even more so because you won your piece outright whereas I merely borrowed your method to ensure I'd get to know your name. Which is, perhaps, not the best demonstration of fairness on my end. [ As he lets go of Aerith's hand he lifts one shoulder in a vague shrug, unrepentant about that copying as a method to get them to here. ] I'm Claude von Riegan. It's very nice to meet you, Aerith.

[ Claude turns in his seat then like he's recalled something abruptly, as if it isn't just the Horizon's malleable nature at work when he reaches for the tea tray at the edge of the table their chessboard rests on. Somewhere, he thinks wryly, he can hear his mother admonishing him in an echo of lectures from ages ago. There's a chance to make up for it now with offering her something to drink with her choice of Fodlan's teas waiting in the different compartments inside the box. ]

You'll have to forgive me for not offering any tea sooner as I may have been a little too distracted by having someone to finally play chess with to think of it right away. This is all assuming you also drink tea, but you're also welcome to have something else if you'd prefer.