“I’m here to set things right. Also? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult.”
“I think this conversation would be better suited for you and the Tevinter. You two might find something you agree upon.”
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“I’m here to set things right. Also? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult.”
“I think this conversation would be better suited for you and the Tevinter. You two might find something you agree upon.”
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“ Why hello there amatus, enjoying the view?~” Dorian happened to be spread out on the bed, laying under just a thin silken sheet and eating olives from a golden dish. The room smelled like incense and he smirked under that lovely mustache. Sun-kissed skin painted with golden designs native to his homeland.
There was a creak of a bowstring right before the tip of an arrow moved through the thick black hair at the back of the strangers head. Mahanon had waited until he separated from the others before moving, coming up behind him silently. "Don't move." He said, the accent that he couldn't quite seem to shake making him sound almost Welsh, "I don't want to 'urt you, but I will if I 'ave to. What are you doing 'ere?"
He hears the creak of the bow a moment before he feels the tip of an arrow graze through his hair. Inhaling sharply through his teeth, the mage freezes instantly and closes his eyes. What an idiot he had been thinking this place was deserted. Slowly, he turns his head so he can look at the man behind him. Eyes widen when he takes in the stranger’s face, and the ears that show him as being an elf. Swallowing, he does his best to look peaceful. “I was only looking for a place to spend the night. I’ve been travelling all day and I... Just want to sleep?”
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"You looked...distressed. I wanted to let you know I'm here...if you want to talk..."
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“ Amatus....where are my my socks I can’t find them anywhere?”
archerlavellan replied to your post “My husband has a guest over. This one can see. My desktop backgrounds...”
Could be worse...could be Dorian's bare booty from the love scene (that totally pops up as my background sometimes)
Lmao, there’s a reason why I don’t have any images of them from the after-sex version of the love scene. My son kept pointing at the screen and yelling at the top of his lungs, “Mommy! Look! Look! Those guys are naked!! Mommy, why are they naked? Where are their clothes?” And I was like, “For crying out loud, it’s not even Dorian’s butt, it’s just them talking with their chests showing! Stop making me sound pervy!”
...So that was the end of that. ^_^;;
*aggressively wants to see art of Bull with a septum ring now*
SNORTS
Mahanon shuffles into the rotunda and unceremoniously dumped himself onto Solas' couch, face down in the cushions. His tall frame nowhere near fit, his knees bent, shins against the armrest with his feet in the air.
Solas watches as he put the book down. Concern written on his face. He stood and walked to the couch. “Inquisitor?” He asked as his hand was on his back gently. and trying to see his face as he tilted his head to the side. “Is everything all right?”