#rel. cornelia

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I wonder if I'll ever annoy her so much that she blasts me across the room...

Cornelia jumped away, knocking over the stool she had been sitting on in her haste to put distance between herself and the instrument like it had burned her.

She was more focused on the note she flubbed than listening for the door. She hummed the tune she was trying to play to herself, hitting the correct key when she got to the note she had gotten wrong. Only then did she realise she wasn't alone anymore.

Cornelia jumped away, knocking over the stool she had been sitting on in her haste to put distance between herself and the instrument like it had burned her.

His trip to Treviso had been brief, with Esha needing to remain behind. Finn had felt like a pigeon amongst the Crows, and so he had excused himself and returned to the Lighthouse, hoping to steal a nap before dinner.

He had claimed the music room almost from the moment of his arrival from the Fade, spending many free evenings in the cot in the corner, guitar in hand, playing songs that reminded him of home. The beaches, the sea, the easy freedom of the Rivaini way of life. But as he approached the room, he caught the muffled sound of music from within. He briefly wondered whether spirits were playing with the instruments, and decided it was best to slip inside quietly so as not to announce himself.

What greeted him was Cornelia at the harpsichord. And she was not playing badly at all, slowly, perhaps, as though finding her way back to something long set aside. The thought made him smile. So he stayed where he was for a while, content in the quiet of her presence and the music she drew from the keys.

Unfortunately, he made a noise at the wrong moment and his cover was blown. Of all the reactions he might have expected, a scolding for sneaking up on her, most likely, it was the embarrassment that caught him off guard. Finn couldn't help but grin at the reaction as he stepped closer.

"Not bad, for a Grey Warden," he teased, approaching the harpsichord and pressing a single key. "Can you show me?"

Oh, how he loved to tease Cornelia. He never gave much thought to why, it simply brought him immense pleasure to see her blush or grow flustered. At least, he hoped it was a blush and not annoyance.

Well... sometimes he knew he edged close to a line with Cornelia, and he never wanted to cross it. His teasing was always meant in good nature. A bit of fun. Perhaps flirting, if he ever stopped to realise what he was actually doing.

So it felt like a tease like no other as they shared kitchen clean-up duty. Perhaps the joke had been a bit much, but he had expected a light shove in response, or maybe a towel thrown over his face to silence him and hide his grin.

What he hadn't expected was for her to reach up, curl her fingers around the back of his head, and tug him down into a kiss.

Finn went blank for a moment -- mind completely empty, the world reduced to the press of her lips against his. Then, slowly, realisation crept in. He understood, with some kind of dawning clarity, just how completely oblivious he had been. And then came the next realisation: that he was kissing her back.

“Why aren’t you angry at me for keeping the truth hidden? You should be angry. Why aren’t you angry?” (Cornelia)

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Finn had spent a few years in the Dúncannon's kitchens with the chef as a teen, so he liked to think he knew a few things about cooking. However, he had yet to learn that there was a significant difference between cooking rations for a group of pirates, most of whom were often too drunk to enjoy the food properly, and cooking a well-balanced meal for his teammates in the Lighthouse. It also helped that Cornelia clearly had even less culinary experience than him.

At the very least, Finn understood that high heat would probably set the food on fire. Probably.

"I don't know if that would work. Maybe medium heat? Just before it burns. Last thing we want is to burn down the fucking kitchen. Lucanis would definitely stab me in the arse for that..." he hummed, completely serious. People had tried to stab him for less. Then again, those people had been pirates or mercenaries.. or Antaam, these days.

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Mateo smiled softly, not because the topic was in any way pleasant, but because he felt he had found a kindred spirit. Most people did not get a choice in what they could do with their lives, but there were often those who could still choose to be kind.

"Is that why you took the oath? To be a Grey Warden, that is," he asked, taking care not to trip over a root or slip in the mud of the Hossberg Wetlands. The region saddened him. He had recently been told by surviving farmers that Lavendel was once filled with the blooms of a thousand flowers.

Now all that remained was the Blight and all the pain that accompanied it. A part of him worried that Antiva might suffer the same fate, or worse, should they fail.

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Lucanis: Are you drinking enough water?

Cornelia: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

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Lucanis: I haven’t lost my virginity.

Cornelia: Because you have no friends?

Cornelia Free Space: Can have an in-depth talk about spirits, demons, and The Fade.