A gift for Brienne ((Methos, Brienne closed RP))

[ancient_adam]

Methos stood and stretched his aching back. He had been hard at work since he left his chat with Olympia. After his dinner with Brienne, he had been contemplating a suitable gift to send to her and thanks to Oly, he had the perfect idea. He would send her something pratical, but beautiful. Sticking his head out the door, he called for a house elf.

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[maid_brienne]

Though Brienne was not always the brightest torch in the sconse, it did not take a genius to figure out who had, in fact, sent the gift once she opened it. It truly was a beautiful dagger, and the blade was certainly sharp enough. She wasn't sure that she ought to accept it, as she hadn't even considered that courting etiquette--if that was really what they were, in fact doing--might have required her to reciprocate.

After a bit of dithering, though, she ended up attaching the sheathed dagger to her belt and instructed the house elf to tell Methos she was on her way to the Ravenclaw bar. She wanted to thank him in person, but she wasn't willing to be alone in his sleeping chambers either. This seemed like a good compromise.

Thus it was that she found herself waiting on one of the stools at the bar, nursing something called an Irish coffee.

[ancient_adam]

Methos stood in the doorway, a long and lean shadow, watching Brienne sip her coffee. A smile ghosted across his features as he finally wandered further into the bar and helped himself to a dark beer from the tap. He chose his stool carefully, enough to be close, but not close enough to crowd her as he sat down.

If she had been anyone else, he would have dropped carelessly onto a nearby stool and proceeded to tease or at least open with a flip remark. He couldn’t with Brienne, though. He didn’t think she was without a sense of humor, but he could sense a rawness in her, a deep hurt that still hadn’t healed. This time, he opted for simple.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, nodding at the dagger. “I thought it would suit you well.”

[maid_brienne]

Brienne had noticed Methos watching her from the doorway. She was, after all, a trained warrior. She smiled when he approached, hoping the expression did not look foolishly giddy.

"It does suit me," she said wonderingly, laying a reverent hand on the sheath. "The workmanship is beautiful as well. Thank you!" She hesitated, then asked, "How did you manage to have it commissioned so quickly?" She wasn't even going to think about the expense he'd probably incurred, even in this world where anything, it would seem, could be bought.

[ancient_adam]

Methos returned her smile, pleased she liked the gift. “You are very welcome. It’s not a perfect match for your sword, but it’s well balanced and good in a fight.”

He shook his head, “I didn’t have it commissioned, though. The blade is about three hundred years old. I picked it up while I traveling the Silk Road in Central Asia. A few resourceful house elves found me the tools I needed to clean up the etching and add the design to the scabbard.”