Closed RP - Little Walks, Little Talks
The setting sun cast a glow around Solas’s atrium which could really only be described as divine--golds bleeding into orange and red bathed the painted walls in light, breathing life anew into each of the murals there. Magpie stopped just inside the threshold to admire it for a moment, and wondered if this was yet another reason he had chosen this place to set up his study. It would be like him to find the best understated view in Skyhold, they thought with a smile.
Not ready to break the comfortable silence just yet, Mag’s gaze drifed to Solas himself. It was highly unlikely that he hadn’t heard them enter no matter how quiet their steps were, but for now he remained head down, focused on his work. They were sure he had no idea how striking he was, particularly when he’d gotten an idea in his head and refused to let it go. Those sleepy eyes of his lit up, deep and piercing all at once, his brows furrowed and jaw stubbornly set.
“Forgive me for interrupting, Vhenan,” they murmured, the acoustics of the atrium providing more than enough echo for Solas to hear. “Have you found something interesting?”
