Here for a game?

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold.  Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. [Indie Dragon Age Companion OC]  

[aithreachas-a]

He slumps down into the chair, setting his cane down beside him.

“I am many things, but a sore loser is nae one of them.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

Dona sorts and mixes the cards as if she had been doing it her entire life. They move faster than the eye can see, in needlessly elaborate tricks.

“’Course. That’s why you were so good about losing that shirt of yours.” she chuckled and dealt just as fast as she had mixed, tossing a few silvers into the pot when she was finished.

[aithreachas-a]

“Fine, just make it quick, I have a lesson to get too soon and I cannae waste my time here all morning.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“Good choice. No sense being a sore loser and throwing a temper tantrum just for some shirt. Take a seat, I’ll deal you in.”

[mortumm-blog]

“I am always up for a friendly game, my lovely friend.” He grins slightly; he is rather good at cards, or rather,  cheating at them, but that is not something he will give away  now. 

“And what is it we will play for?” 

[wickedgracie-blog]

“Whatever you’re happy losing, buddy,” Dona smiles. She knows a cheater when she sees one, but it helps that the Antivan stereotype is partially true.

“Coin is the most popular choice.”

[aithreachas-a]

“I don’t think any of my students would like to see me shirtless youngling, and yes I have many shirts, like the one I am currently wearing, but that does not change the fact that the shirt in your possession is mine and I would like it back.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“Listen, buddy, you lost that beloved shirt of yours fair and square. I don’t care if it’s the only loving touch you feel at night other than your hand,  if you wanna get it back you gotta win it back. Unless it’s super important to you, like it’s the only token you got from your old man, I’m not gonna hand it over as a freebie.”

[lonewarden]

“I do not mind things rustic, and as bad as people think the stables may be. It suits me just fine.” He turns to her, a faint smile showing behind his heard. “But while I’m here, I suppose you wouldn’t want some company?” He asks, uncertain if she wants a broken old man with many sorrows to join her.

[wickedgracie-blog]

“You’re gonna have to try harder if you wanna be added to the list of people I won’t drink with.” Dona smiled warmly and waved at a chair nearby, inviting him to make himself at home. “Hopefully I can compare to the good company you keep with those horses in the barn.”

[devilishlycleverarchive]

“Ah, an optimist. I sometimes forget those exist.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“Not an optimist, just confident in my luck-- and my judgement.”

[devilishlycleverarchive]

“I can’t see how you could possibly come to regret that decision.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“I like to think that I’m good at placing my bets in the right pool.”

[lonewarden]

“I’m not brooding, just in deep thought. Can’t a man have some alone time to think, my lady?”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“Yeah, but your ‘alone time’ lasts for days. You need to get out of that barn of yours more often.”

[feelslikexquiet-blog]

“I’m not left alone, truly.”                               Not so much as he’d like. “Scouts frequent my quarters often– as  well as Dagna, and Sera’s rather…   unexpected visits. But those vists are quite enough to prompt madness”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“You know that those don’t count, you shut-in. You need to get some fresh air, leave that chicken coop of yours and socialize. Talk to someone, maybe even stop glaring at people? Me, specifically? 

Yeah, that one.”

[reaverisms-blog1]

❝ Maybe I’m just a champion at not playing cards. ❞

[wickedgracie-blog]

“Champion sore-loser too, by the looks of it. Lose one too many wallets?”

[xrutherford]

          “Extra not fun.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“Gonna ignore the ‘ass’ part, are you?”

[devilishlycleverarchive]

“Then prepare to be amused, I suppose. I have no shame.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“Oh you’re a fun one. I guess I can stay in the Inquisition for a bit longer.”

[aithreachas-a]

“Then can I not just have my shirt back? You had your fun, I’m in no mood for games, I have a lesson to conduct at the hour and I don’t have time to waste playing card games.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“I won it fair and square, why would I give it back? You have other shirts, don’t you? Besides, I’m sure it would make your lesson more tolerable if you were shirtless.”

[ataashe]

Iron Bull lowered himself into the waiting bench seat, his grunt of relief swallowed up by the chair’s own groan of protest. 

                  “–Just as long as you didn’t do somethin’ to it,                     like make it even more rickety than it already is….Right?”

Bull eyed Dona for a long, assessing moment, his expression full of meaning. But eventually, the Qunari seemed to accept Vosca’s innocence and leaned back comfortably against the wall behind him. 

                  “Ahhh…. s’good to be back under a roof.                     And out of the damned Hissing Wastes.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“’Course not. Sure, I might be a money-grubbing gambler and a swindler, but I’d never disrespect a man’s seat. That’s just plain terrible.”

Dona leaned back into her own chair, not her chair but a chair that she was sitting in at the moment. She was not sure if she could ever call an elf ‘paranoid’ ever again after meeting this guy. He had enough wariness to make up for the entire hold.

“At least you got to get out. The ‘Quiz hasn’t brought me along for a month now. I think they don’t like me.”

[xrutherford]

          “I do hope that you at least find the humor in your own horrid jokes.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

“I do. Glad that you care. Did something jump up that perky arse of yours or are you just extra not-fun today?”

[feelslikexquiet-blog]

“…I have left my tower for many reasons. You would know, if you ever left that tavern.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

Her eyes widen in amazement before she bursts out into a laugh.

“Good on you! But at least my haunt has food and drink, as well as company. A regular sod might go crazy all cooped up by his lonesome self.”

[wickedgracie-blog]

tethrad entered the tavern

“Hey there, chest hair. How are you settling into the new headquarters? So far, much better than the last haunt the Inquisition had.”