Merci. ( —does have the air of someone accepting their due, or at least, on behalf of the lady in question (she loves her houseboat so much), and then a glance up at the image of guenievre, as she had never seen her in life,
fleetingly, she thinks: before skyhold, had she even seen guenievre's hair uncovered? )
The artist ( marius, she's almost certain, though she hasn't checked for his mark and she hasn't asked him and she's sort of not sure she ever wants to broach the conversation; maybe he'll see it hanging here, one day, and say, ) does beautiful work with fine models. That was my mother,
( past tense, )
Guenievre Baudin.
( it's sort of a bold statement for the very first thing a person sees, walking in here. it's grown on her, when she'd spent months with the painting propped up against a wall somewhere, uncertain what the fuck she was meant to do with it.
beside the painting there are stairs, and she leads ness up them, through the dark, polished wood, strategic windows and colored-glass lanterns to prevent it from feeling too close and small. ) My study's this way—
no subject
fleetingly, she thinks: before skyhold, had she even seen guenievre's hair uncovered? )
The artist ( marius, she's almost certain, though she hasn't checked for his mark and she hasn't asked him and she's sort of not sure she ever wants to broach the conversation; maybe he'll see it hanging here, one day, and say, ) does beautiful work with fine models. That was my mother,
( past tense, )
Guenievre Baudin.
( it's sort of a bold statement for the very first thing a person sees, walking in here. it's grown on her, when she'd spent months with the painting propped up against a wall somewhere, uncertain what the fuck she was meant to do with it.
beside the painting there are stairs, and she leads ness up them, through the dark, polished wood, strategic windows and colored-glass lanterns to prevent it from feeling too close and small. ) My study's this way—