#project alderis

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After Rayne joined the Paragons of Answers, she had many influential acquaintances from the Magisterium.

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For the UST prompts: 8. The restless half remembered dreams for whoever strikes your fancy, please!

Hey, remember when I got this prompt like 87 years ago? GUESS WHO FINALLY FINISHED IT.

Featuring Roz and Rolfe just after everyone made it to Skyhold. Features some mild spicy dreams, pining and oh no I like him.

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“You don’t seem your cheerful self this morning,” Dorian commented dryly from across the table, jolting Roz from her thoughts. Her grip on the steaming cup of tea tightened, shooting a small glower at Dorian before lifting it to her lips. Scalding, just as she liked it, but too bitter and she couldn’t disguise the face she made as she swallowed. The burning she could handle, but she didn’t have it in her to go searching for milk to ease the taste.

“It’s too early for cheer,” Roz mumbled, brushing a stray strand of red away from her face. “I’m never cheerful this early.” She had never been a morning person, preferring to linger in bed as long as she could muster without losing out on breakfast when she’d lived in Ostwick; now, however, she found herself rising earlier as everyone pitched in to try and get the shambles of this fortress back together.

“Suit yourself,” Dorian replied with a shrug, going back to his book and his own plate, leaving Roz to sulk over her tea. Maker, why couldn’t she be back in bed?

There was a small commotion across the hall, her blue gaze lifting from the murky depths of black to see what the fuss was. 

Ah. 

It was hard these days, Roz mused, for Rolfe not to cause a scene wherever he ended up. Despite his injuries (some of which, she knew, were still healing), it seemed like their new Inquisitor had leaned in hard towards charm and zeal, eager as ever to get things settled here without all of them worrying about the what-ifs when it came to their collective safety. There was a pit in all of their stomachs, Roz especially, at the thought of enduring what had happened at Haven yet again.

Watching the mountain fall on Rolfe had sliced deep at the heart of everyone who had been in Haven. 

It had cut Roz deeper than she could have ever anticipated, more than she intended on sharing with anyone. There had clearly been moments before with Rolfe. Despite flirting with anyone who he spoke with, there was something more when they were alone. Roz knew she hadn’t imagined it, though why he thought to flirt with her was puzzling.

There were plenty of other women around, those who were far more beautiful than she, and probably far more appropriate. Her own heart still felt too battered and bruised, the cracks only just healing from losing Alderis.

How long will you mourn for those lost? And will you miss out on what’s ahead of you? Roz frowned into her tea, taking a small sip, ignoring the burning at the tip of her tongue. More than likely, Alderis was dead and gone; at least he could have some peace and she had to hope he’d find himself reconnected to the Fade.

But mourning him wouldn’t make her life any easier. Enough time had passed that his loss, while still painful, had lost its initial sharpness. The memories were treasured rather than pushed away from grief and, while she was still worried about what she should have done, there was nothing more she could do.

His gaze slid to hers, offering a smile across the room. It was a dance Roz kept gracefully recalling the steps, remaining polite and uncertain of just how close she truly should get. Roz knew it would be easier if she simply stepped away from it, firmly planting herself and continuing her work rather than focusing on the fickle emotions that came fluttering in her chest when he gave her attention.

But, as their eyes met, Roz’s breath hitched. Alarming clarity washed over her, eyes wide as she recalled just why she had slept so poorly the night before.

I thought I’d find you here. His voice had been a rumble in her ear, breath hot against her skin. Lips ghosted the place where her neck and shoulder met, teasing with a barely-there kiss that heated Roz’s skin at the memory. 

In the great hall, her lips parted, squeezing her eyes shut as images, half-formed and fuzzy, rose from the depths of her mind. Of hands that wandered, laughter against her skin, kisses placed in far more intimate places-

“Good morning, Roz.”

Her eyes snapped open, bewildered as Rolfe approached their table. Her face felt flushed, pink rising high in her cheeks and creeping down her neck at being caught remembering something so illicit and racy at the breakfast table. Her traitorous heart hammered hard against her ribs, longing rising so hard and fast that it threatened to overwhelm her the moment she opened her mouth.

“Good morning,” Roz lifted her tea to her lips again, giving herself something to occupy her mouth. 

Dorian had already pulled Rolfe into a conversation, thankfully keeping her from having to open her mouth again and accidentally say something ridiculous. She drained her cup, only half-listening, her mind still turning over her thoughts from before.

“Are you going to the gardens?” Rolfe stood when she did, pausing when she had to pause, surprise evident on her face.

“Yes, actually,” Roz replied, unable to stop frowning just slightly at the comment. The gardens had become her project since they arrived. While Roz couldn’t lift some of the heaviest of planks or plan their next moves, she could gently coax the garden back to life. 

“I’ll walk with you,” Rolfe offered an easy smile, hands clasped behind his back. There was space between them as they fell into step, Roz taking a slight lead. For a brief moment, her face still a little flushed at the memory of her dreams, Roz thought about closing that space by just a bit. If she’d wanted to, she could have reached out and brushed her fingers against his side, to casually reach for what she wanted-

The thought flew from her mind swiftly, but not before she let herself slip a little closer than before, the gap lessening between them.

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Inktober for Writers - 9. Strings

Prompt list is here.  Today’s bit of angst is a follow-up to @alittlestarling‘s confusion prompt, starring Roz at Halamshiral.  We haven’t really talked about what the outcome would have been after the dust settles, so who had been saved/assassinated/banished/etc. is still subject to change.

As a rule, Vincent never had an affair with anyone from the Ostwick Circle.  He hadn’t been involved with anyone for the longest time, namely because he had harbored his secret crush on his best friend since the age of ten and he knew in his heart of hearts that no one would ever compare to Rosalind.  He hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone by not being able to give them his entire heart when Roz was the one who held it in her hands, even though she didn’t know she held it.  The second reason that he hadn’t been involved with anyone in Ostwick was because he knew beyond certainty that if he had, they would have been able to ferret out his true feelings for Roz and he would have lost not only the person he’d tried to be involved with, but the friendship he valued more than any casual fling.

Yet Vincent was a human with normal human urges.  When he was away in other Circles that needed help tutoring children more at-risk to failing Harrowings, he’d indulge in the occasional partner, but with the explicit understanding that whatever they had together was extremely temporary.  It was always understood that the momentary release was just a mutual scratching of an itch and that there weren’t any romantic feelings involved.  It was a system that had worked for him and his various partners over the past few years.

It was a system he’d only started once he had found out about Roz and Alderis’s secret relationship.  And it was a system that he’d abandoned once that same relationship had been severed by the Rite of Tranquility.

In certain ways, Vincent wished that he had stuck with the no-strings approach when it came to the pretend marriage he and Roz had been doing for months.  He shouldn’t have let years of want seep in to make what they had feel as if it had been real.  He shouldn’t have projected the love that he felt for her onto Roz, thinking that she felt the same for him.

After last night and the way she had shied away from him and the awkward encounters they’d had since they woke, it was obvious she didn’t feel that way.  It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did; she was his best friend, the one person he trusted above all others.  And yet there he was, standing out on a balcony by himself, tired and sore and probably still bleeding through the bandages that he’d been allowed to put on after saving the Empress and wanting nothing more than to go home - wherever home actually was anymore - and untangle himself from this mess of feelings that had his throat tight and made his chest ache.

“You don’t want to do that.”

Cole’s sudden appearances had become so commonplace now that he should have been used to them, but with the events of the evening, the spirit’s presence set Vincent’s teeth on edge.  “Don’t want to do what?”

“Red strings, catching, pulling, tangling.  The more you struggle, the tighter they become.  It’s best to cut them, rip the remains off and walk away with the marks they made still red and bloody.”

“Cole, no offense, but it’s been a tiring night.  I’m not in the mood for cryptic messages; please speak plainly.”

“You’re grumpy because you’re hurt.  Not from the wounds that you’ve bandaged, but from the words you spoke.  You don’t have to pretend when we’re alone.”

“Cole, stop.”

“You didn’t mean it.  You wanted to take them back the moment they left.  You might as well have slapped her.”

Vincent glared at him.  “Drop it, Spirit.  This isn’t a topic of discussion.”

“She’s confused.  What changed between the looks you gave her at the party last night and this morning?  Did she do something wrong, say something she shouldn’t have?  Maker, the gossip is right, my body repulsed…”

“Stop.  That’s bullshit and you know it.  She’s perfect just the way she is.”

“Then why don’t you tell her that?”

“Because she doesn’t love me!”  The outburst was silent, hissed between teeth so the many eyes and ears of the court wouldn’t hear.  “Because she doesn’t love me the way that I love her and she never will.”

“And you told her she didn’t have to pretend to love you when there’s no one watching?”

“It wasn’t fair to her to make her play at something she doesn’t feel.”  Vincent braced his hands against the balcony railing, arms stiff and head bowed.  “And it isn’t fair to myself to hope that one day she’ll change her mind.”

Vincent could feel Cole stare at his back.  After what felt like forever, he spoke up.  “Those strings you're tangled in, be patient with them.  Take your time to unwind them.  Don’t reach for the scissors just yet, for both your sakes.”

Vincent turned his head to reply, but found himself alone.  He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, spying Josephine standing in the doorway.  She smiled at him, but her body language said she was unsure of her welcome.  Vincent smiled back, pushing off from the railing and walking towards her.

He’d lost his mask in the fighting hours ago, but thankfully he didn’t need one to hide his emotions.  He had a lifetime of pushing aside his true feelings and forcing a neutral expression to fall back on.

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Givaudan to Acquire Alderys – WWD

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MILAN — Swiss fragrance and flavors supplier Givaudan said Thursday it will acquire French biotechnology company Alderys. Financial terms of the deal were not disclosed, but Givaudan said in a statement it plans to fund the transaction from existing resources.

The acquisition, which remains subject to formal approvals from the relevant regulatory authorities and is expected to be finalized in the second quarter, is aimed at strengthening the Swiss company’s long-term strategy to expand its capabilities in bio-engineering technologies.

Founded in 2009 by Dominique Thomas and headquartered in Orsay, Alderys develops innovative approaches to the biological engineering of valuable compounds from renewable plant resources. The projects developed by the firm are aimed at the chemical and cosmetics industries, as well as nutrition, and are recognized for offering technological industrial solutions with high sustainability standards. The company employs 30 people.

“The acquisition of Alderys aligns with our long-term strategy for Active Beauty and more specifically, their expertise in biotechnology is fully complementary to our Fragrance and Active Beauty businesses,” said Maurizio Volpi, president of Givaudan’s fragrance division. In particular, the company’s Active Beauty business offers an extensive portfolio of innovative active cosmetic ingredients delivering a range of benefits such as antiaging, self-tanning, soothing, hydrating and cooling properties, among others.

According to Volpi, the operation will therefore “allow us to expand our portfolio of natural and bio-sourced products, thanks to their strong research and development bio-engineering platform,” drive future development and innovation and reinforce “Givaudan’s capabilities to support our customers in developing sustainable, performing and safe products.”

“Alderys has a strong track record in designing innovative biological pathways to produce environmentally friendly raw materials, which is essential to the way we develop our cosmetic ingredients,” added Laurent Bourdeau, head of Givaudan’s Active Beauty business, which is part of the company’s fragrance division.

Thomas also sees in the deal “a great opportunity to expand our scientific expertise to the service of the beauty, fragrance and flavor industry, whilst we will continue to serve our other historical and future partners.”

Givaudan said Alderys’ business would have represented 3 million euros of incremental revenues to its results in 2019 on a pro-forma basis. Last year, the Swiss company registered sales of sales of 6.2 billion Swiss francs, or $6.4 billion.

As reported, last year Givaudan completed other similar deals, acquiring the cosmetic businesses of Italian company Indena, specialized in the identification, development and production of high-quality active ingredients derived from plants, and of AMSilk, a German industrial supplier of vegan silk biopolymers.

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