I’m sorry that this is short. My brain is mentally scrambled and depress.

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You heard splashing come from the door that was on the right side of the bed, a line of amber cutting at the bottom to gently spread beneath the wooden, iron-strapped door. A warmth rushed to your cheeks as you trod toward the door. Raising a trembling hand, you gently knocked, and the sound seemingly echoed like ripples of thunder in the quiet of the Inquisitor’s bedchambers. “Alexandra?”

“Come on in, mon cherie.” The voice seemed thick, layered heavily by a barrier of some kind. 

You sighed as you edged the door open, and puffing tendrils of pale gray mist wafted from the door, spreading as it curved toward the high ceiling of the bedchambers. You rose a hand, feeling the heat pummel against you strongly. Light blossomed, almost blaring, as your eyes sought to adjust. 

And when it did, the warmth from before seemed to pale in comparison to the heat that rushed to your cheeks like flaming water. 

A long, pale leg rose from a silvery path, glimmering with a soft sheen of water which left the pale skin seemingly glowing orange and crimson within the amber light. Long, black hair fell in sweeping waves, like a waterfall of darkness, pooling to the ground. Alexandra was smiling at you, sweet and desiring, alluring but loving. You could see nothing else, but the weight of her green-golden eyes, so vividly bright that it seemed like you were staring within the light of the sun, long tendrils of gold seeping into the ground, making it twirl and dance in a whirlwind of emerald and gold. “Why don’t you be a dear,” Alexandra said after a while, “and close the door. Your letting all the heat to come out.”

And you felt as if the heat had spread throughout your body, and you closed the door, blushing. Maker, this woman would be the end of me.

Alexandra would love to go on a date with you. She’ll even go on multiple dates. She might get a little flustered when you do ask her out, but she’ll still accept to go out on one. Be prepared for a little of flirting.

Alexandra would merely look over your shoulder if you do kiss her neck and slip your fingers low. She’ll be smiling, but afterward, she’ll have you tied up and watch as she lets her own fingers explore herself as well. 

The ideal way of proposing to Alexandra is a small dinner, where she believes it is a regular date. Write her a little letter - it could be as crude or prudent as one so desires - but leave little hints there that symbolize something special shall occur. And while she is reading it, fall to a knee, and propose. And do it when it is in private, she rather keep that private unlike many other things. 

Alexandra would not let her s/o meet her family. Instead, she’ll say that the Inquisition and her s/o is the only family she has worth to care over. 

He would not know much to do, but he would wrap his arms around you, and press a kiss to your forehead, perhaps even slipping his hands down to give your behind a squeeze, if you two are close enough and he’s feeling cheeky. You’ll have a blushing and smiling Amayian, who would gently pepper kisses onto your lips and faces. 

Alexandra wears a loose blouse due to the warmth near the lake, enough to catch sight of flesh. She’d enjoy just relaxing with you in her arms as the sun beats gently down on the both of you, running her fingers through her hair. She, of course, might use the water to playfully splash you, too. It is a mix game of sweet and teasing fun. 

Alexandra hides her worry and terror by just whispering that they’ll find away to be rid of the Calling once and for all. But she throws herself into her work, often neglecting rest because she won’t have rest if her lover is died. She does more for Calypso, helps Kieran with any work he needs to do for his learning, or getting her staff fused and fix if it gets broken. Small things to tell Calypso that she cares, if she’s stressing out.

She is sweet to Kieran, as she is with all the children she meets in Inquisitions, from noble sons and daughters, to her servants offspring. She is often seen having Kieran by her as she reads, her playing with his hair as she reads him a story, sometimes animating it with her magic. She loves the boy, since she always wanted children of her own. 

Now none of you can say that I torture Alexandra anymore!

Alexandra is the eptiome of charm and grace. She puts her oratory skills up to ten, putting endless flattery - which she believes with all her heart - on you toward her parents. She is a bit nervous, and it could be seen, but she’s excited, eager to show them that their child is worth more to her than any land or crown or promises of glory and legacy.

Man, y’all just enjoy torturing Alexandra, huh? :P

Alexandra is distant from everything during the first few weeks. She spends the majority of it in the Fade, drifting and conjuring scenes that were sweet with her s/o and her. It’s hard for her to laugh anymore, and once when she saw war as a glorious with the ability to mobilized throughout society, it losses it’s glamour and allure, and becomes gray, foggy, and dead.

Alexandra would just smile, and if she’s facing away from her, she’ll wrap her arms around her waist and just sway her back and forth, asking her to continue to sing. She enjoys listening to her voice.

Alexandra would enjoy that greatly, though she might joke about how much work she’ll miss with all of this relaxation.

Alexandra might tease them a bit, but if she notices it bothers  them that much, she’ll take their face into her hands, and tell her that they are her entire world. They are the only one who sees her vulnerable side, where her bravado and flirts mean little, and how she’s open to them always.