( conveniently, sara's got an empty wine bottle or four lining the back wall of her kitchen counter — what? sometimes she likes to lay around on her couch sipping rosé and binge watch things netflix (a beautiful thing that she'd missed out on when stranded on an island or maybe whilst killing a bunch of people) on her couch in her underwear. sara lance: she's just like other girls. )
It's beautiful, ( sara says — like she's commenting on the weather or something, but it's actually super genuine — as she fills one of the empty bottles halfway with water from the sink and sets the rose inside. much better.
she stops her seemingly continuous flurry of activity in the kitchen at the compliment, facing leliana and giving her A Look. she's in workout gear, she feels like her hair probably looks like a wet dog, and one hand's on her hip with the other holding her new fancy pantsy vase. there's the slightest quirk of her lips into something like a smile despite her skeptically raised eyebrow. ) Thanks.
( flattery, flattery. she'd say that it doesn't work on her, except it totally does. with that, she abandons the kitchen in favor of the living room area, flopping down on the couch and pulling a leg up to her chest — but not, of course, before placing said wine bottle vase on her coffee table in the center where it deserves to be. now they can talk. )
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It's beautiful, ( sara says — like she's commenting on the weather or something, but it's actually super genuine — as she fills one of the empty bottles halfway with water from the sink and sets the rose inside. much better.
she stops her seemingly continuous flurry of activity in the kitchen at the compliment, facing leliana and giving her A Look. she's in workout gear, she feels like her hair probably looks like a wet dog, and one hand's on her hip with the other holding her new fancy pantsy vase. there's the slightest quirk of her lips into something like a smile despite her skeptically raised eyebrow. ) Thanks.
( flattery, flattery. she'd say that it doesn't work on her, except it totally does. with that, she abandons the kitchen in favor of the living room area, flopping down on the couch and pulling a leg up to her chest — but not, of course, before placing said wine bottle vase on her coffee table in the center where it deserves to be. now they can talk. )