Video // un; Chasseur

[resistetmords]

[The video cuts to Belgium wearing her fatigues and looking at the glass of pale ale in her hand with a thinking face. Drinking culture here seemed to be as strong as it was back home. Which made sense, given that this place was a bit like a fantasy version of England.]

I've been thinking, what is alcohol like in everyone else's home?

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[beaumains]

He is! I've always admired him. To be even half the knight he is would be a pretty grand honor.

[resistetmords]

Well for what it's worth, I think you might have him beat as a knight.

[beaumains]

You say that now, but wait until you meet him! He and Sir Lancelot were both the best, and it really shows, right from the first impression!

[resistetmords]

You speak so highly of him that I can't wait to see him in person.

[At least Gawain doesn't have some questionable interests in married women???]

Perhaps I might even get a chance to see the both of you in all your knightly glory together.

[Be still her beating heart!]

[beaumains]

I get the impression he'd be rather fond of you, too!

[ Maybe too fond... He had his own idiosyncrasies with women, after all. ]

[resistetmords]

[Belgium does have some good boing boing going on....]

How's that? [Tell her Gareth! Tell her all about your bro's... interests.]

[beaumains]

He

[ Oh no, she tripped right into this. Her earnestness backfired again. She can't just... say the obvious, can she? No, that'd definitely be untoward, at the least. What can she say though? She felt like she was about to sell out Gawain to some terrible fate... ]

likes women who can cook?

[ Nice save. ]

[resistetmords]

Does he?

[Given that he also commented after her it probably wouldn't be long before she finds out either way!? Good try though Gareth.... She still catches what's probably a pause right there and hums a little. Her bro likes something potentially embarrassing does he?

She smiles a little mischievously.]

As do many people, including me. [Now, what about her would he be so fond of though?]

How about you, do you enjoy your brother's same... fondness?

[beaumains]

[ Oh good, leaping out of one trap to land right in another. Wonderful.

Gareth's face went beet red, sputtering slightly before speaking ]

N-no, I would not say our tastes... align that keenly, my lady.

[resistetmords]

[Oh gosh,Gareth why are so adorable to tease?

Belgium gives her a small giggle.]

Is that so? Then you're saying that... you wouldn't be fond of me?

[The Knight of Broken Hearts!]

[beaumains]

[ She was going to burn to a crisp right then and there. Her face felt like it was on fire, and it was all she could do not to cut the conversation then and there. But that... would be unchivalrous. Belgium was an unusual person (beyond being the personification of a nation) to be certain, but she was a woman, and under her oath, she deserved a level of decorum, no matter how much Gareth was struggling to hold her nerves together. ]

My lady... I find your friendship dear and your company makes me glad. If it would please you to be courted by me...

[ She could hardly finish the statement. She couldn't. Now she didn't just look embarrassed, she looked... confused. She was cure she was just being teased, but she also realized she... barely knew what to say or do.

She couldn't help but find herself thinking of Lyonesse. ]

[resistetmords]

[There was another fit of giggles. Ah-- did she maybe push to hard there? Belgium stops and watches the screen for a moment, silently downing more of her beer to calm down. A finger rapped itself against the side of her glass as she listened.

Gareth was being serious here.]

I-- [It was her turn to be caught flat-footed it seemed. And the alcohol certainly didn't help.]

I feel that same way, Gareth. And wouldn't mind being... courted by you. [The last bit actually brought a small blush to her face. Congrats!]

If you don't mind... perhaps we could share a drink. Just the two of us?

[beaumains]

[ God above, she had no idea what she was doing. Everything with Lyonesse had seemed to just flow naturally, despite her inexperience and nerves. But here, it felt like she was crossing into something unknown even from that. It was all so different, and she wasn't certain, yet, how to ultimately feel about it.

But... with Belgium responding so earnestly, she had to at least try, right? Maybe she'd figure things out as she went along. ]

Y-yes, that... would be lovely, my lady.

[ To start. ]

[resistetmords]

[It took Belgium by surprise as well. For different reasons though, experience told her to take care. She could be as teasing or flirty as she wished, so long as she didn't do anything too spontaneous. There was something refreshing with Gareth though; holding onto romantic ideals and taking them and her title seriously were all so very endearing.

It certainly didn't help that the girl was a cutie and easy to egg on and tease. Belgium was willing to see where things might lead, how it might develop naturally.]

Good. [She takes one, last swig before setting her glass down with a sigh; her smile back, but far softer and less teasing now than it had been before.]

Then... shall we meet at your place, or mine?

[beaumains]

Perhaps... not tonight, my lady. But when the proper time comes, I shall come calling to you.

[ That was proper, at least. She was flying on autopilot. An autopilot programmed by Lancelot. If nothing else, she can just keep doing what she feel he would do, and see if that lead here where she needed to be.

But she still... was really uncertain. ]

[resistetmords]

Proper... right. Just please, remember to relax and do what you feel is right and comfortable. Just like you've been doing....

[Her tone had died down from teasing to a more relaxed one. Right, after spending the amount of time she had around Gareth she had almost forgotten the girl's insistence on things being done "proper". The girl who enjoys baking, acting as the romantic knightly hero, who spoke so very highly of her brothers.

But to see her feel as uncertain as she did to start leaning on what she might have been told is proper only made Belgium soften up even more for her.]

...Another time then. And when you do... feel free to call me Anri if you wish. [She continued to smile at her, soft and warm.]