Lavellan is trying to keep the Inquisition running by any means necessary, but with Halamshiral closing in, Josephine has other concerns. Namely, comportment.
Inquisitor/Cullen dancing lessons for all your fluff needs.
Despite taking all day and sai crashing (losing three hours of work), I finally finished this! :’3 Rorie and Dorian, several years after trespasser, do indeed get married~
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I AM NOT DEAD AND STILL WRITE FIC.
There’s a nice explanation of this in the fic, but here is the new system for posting: Dragon Age on Wednesdays (this fic), Animorphs on Saturdays or Sundays (this series), and various ongoing longer fics replacing one of those two whenever a chapter is finished. Tumblr fic is just going up when it’s done.
Riz Ahmed photographed by Rozette Rago for TimeOut Los Angeles.
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Little Dorian Things People Seem To Forget Vol 1
- Dorian’s intro scene is him beating demons to death with a stick. At some point he must have run out of mana and decided to channel his inner Bruce Lee and successfully bludgeon at least two demons to death before the Inquisitor arrived
- Dorian masks honesty and insecurity with layer upon layer of snark, sarcasm, and faux-arrogance. He’s like an everlasting gobstopper of adequacy issues.
- His fashion sense is leagues different than Orlesian/Ferelden fashions (for god’s sake his casual attire is a brown leather jumpsuit with one shoulder left uncovered. just one)
- Underneath his layers of sarcasm and irony there is a doe-eyed idealist that rivals Cassandra Pentaghast who looks at generations of slavery and death in Tevinter and thinks “Yeah this is worth saving”
- Dorian considers himself to be Andrastian though not in either the Tevinter sense or the Orlesian sense
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Now I write Dragon Age fic, apparently. For @littlestartopaz, who requested this prompt:
“You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? ‘Some rabbits’ is the former, ‘three rabbits’ is the latter, and much more accurate. So I’m going to need you to be very clear when you say there are ‘a few’ dragons outside.”
Dorian Pavus, formerly of House Pavus in Tevinter and lately of Skyhold, Altus and ex-heir of the Magisterium, had borne witness a number of strange things in his life, the vast majority of which had come to pass in the last six months. These strange things have included, among others, an archdemon, a Qunari with a jovial temper, a Seeker and a Templar working side-by-side with mages, a truly preposterous number of demons all-too-solid for his liking, and whatever the blessed hell that sword-horned terror in the stables was called. And, of course, there was Rhosyn Lavellan, Dalish elf, Inquisitor, Herald of Andraste, and presumptive savior of the world, whom he had personally seen get into fights with no less than seventeen great bears.
Seeing that sort of person walk out of a ravine and immediately turn on her heel, looking distinctly pale under the black ink of her lacework vallasin, was notably strange, even among such a prodigious collection of oddities.
