[ It's been a day since he left Skyhold on his journey to the dilapidated Sacred Temple, and already, a gnawing worry niggles away to the point of distraction. Felix has sharply declined in the last few weeks since, which is a terrible time for Dorian to finally have his claws unhooked from Skyhold and sent on an errand.
He's due to return in the evening after next, but still, the hike through the mountains is a long one when it's on foot, over ice and rock. He finds a quiet moment, when they make camp, to take out his sending crystal. ]
Hello, Felix. I trust all is well, if impossibly dull without me.
Believe me, the company I'm entertaining currently isn't particularly marvellous. Two Templars and a Dalish. It's like the start of a joke Varric might tell.
[ The Temple of Sacred Ashes, actually -- somehow, Dorian managed to avoid that whole jaunt to the corpsey bog this whole time. It's hard to say if Felix was the excuse or the reason. Or both. ]
One of them is alright. Well, no, that's unworthy of me -- she's fine. Sensible, even. The other barks at me like a shepherd's dog, herding a stray sheep, and exactly as if I'm too dull to look after myself. Don't flirt, stop talking, eat this, drink that, sleep now. She's intolerable.
Imagine her in Tevinter! She wouldn't last a minute.
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blightedson) wrote2015-10-04 10:32 pm
sending crystal. 6th of haring.
He's due to return in the evening after next, but still, the hike through the mountains is a long one when it's on foot, over ice and rock. He finds a quiet moment, when they make camp, to take out his sending crystal. ]
Hello, Felix. I trust all is well, if impossibly dull without me.
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He chuckles a bit and then clears his throat.]
Terribly dull, Dorian. I don't know how I'll handle the long hours while you are away.
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[Honestly Felix is tempted to try to go to the Mire just to watch that.]
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One of them is alright. Well, no, that's unworthy of me -- she's fine. Sensible, even. The other barks at me like a shepherd's dog, herding a stray sheep, and exactly as if I'm too dull to look after myself. Don't flirt, stop talking, eat this, drink that, sleep now. She's intolerable.
Imagine her in Tevinter! She wouldn't last a minute.
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Perhaps literally.