002 // from ten in the morning, we are honest til nine

[serpentis]

Who: Dorian Pavus
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: If needed, Adsum
When: TONIGHT!

[Dorian smiles a bit, secretively, and leans back in his chair, kicking his ankle onto his opposite knee.

He looks relaxed, and...his mustache is waxed. And he's wearing eyeliner with wings sharp enough to kill a man.]

I have a business proposition, for anyone interested. It's simple work, but I cannot offer payment in money. I can, however, offer use of my services.

[And...yep, gonna leave that there and smirk into the camera.]

Comments

[serpentis]

It is not my wish that anyone suffer my attentions at all. I can tell you're disinterested in me, to be completely honest.

[And then he chuckles.]

But if you're in a sharing mood and wish me to know about your undergarments, by all means, I will listen with bated breath.

[wolfuncaged]

I am disinterested in mages as a whole.

[Maybe if you weren't, you know, TAINTED WITH MAGIC, buddy. ]

Afraid not. Isabella would be very upset if I just shared such information.

[Ugh, he misses her. What they had was simple, easy. It didn't require them to bear their souls to one another, just be. ]

[serpentis]

In that, I'm afraid I cannot blame you. It seems to be a common point of view outside of Tevinter, and in your case...understandable.

[Dorian doesn't share the feeling. Other mages are curious to him, peers to study with, to work with toward a common goal. But he knows better than to force the point with Fenris. It's a shame, he thinks, but not one he can fault him for.

And he smiles a bit.]

What was she like, Isabella? She must have been a remarkable woman.

[wolfuncaged]

Yes, it is.

[He is thankful, though, that Dorian understands. It's his own hangup, a different time, a different world...maybe. He smiles softly at the question.]

She is a rogue, a thief and a pirate, and she never lets you forget any of those things. Still, she is a good friend, even if she would never admit it.

...Also I would discourage playing cards against her.

[serpentis]

[Dorian laughs, a bit more like a barking scoff, and smiles.]

I will keep that in mind if ever I meet her, to not invite her to play Wicked Grace with us. I am curious to see how she would fare against Josephine, though.

She sounds like a fine woman, Fenris. I suspect she must be, for you to be so fond.

[And he means it, though there's a touch of jealousy that though he walked away from his life for it, he has remained alone. Dorian stood for his principles and, in return, has still yet to get the life he wanted. Funny, how things work out. You think that if you stand for something, you'll get it. But that's not always the case.]

[wolfuncaged]

She is a friend of yours? Josephine?

[He chuckles a little. ]

She is...an experience.

[serpentis]

Josephine Montilyet, a good woman, with a mind for diplomacy and politics. Antivan, but I try not to hold that against her. We all do have our faults, after all.

She makes the Magisters of Tevinter look like clumsy children, with how adept she is with it all. It's remarkable to see.

[Dorian smiles. Josephine was not a true friend, no, but that didn't mean he couldn't admire her political prowess.]

[wolfuncaged]

I have heard it is never wise to bet against an Antivan in anything. It is almost comforting to know that is true.

[The only Antivan he's met is Zevran, and that didn't exactly go well. ]

[serpentis]

You would be a fool to.

[His smile is a touch bittersweet, though.]

Odd, to think that I would miss them. We were barely in Skyhold for too long before I arrived here, but I suppose I had grown used to them. Even the spymaster's noisy crows, I miss.

[wolfuncaged]

Companions do have a way of getting under your skin.

[Varric especially. Varric could win medals for it.]

[serpentis]

Curious, that.

[Dorian was used to being surrounded by people, but alone. Even his father, though not a cruel man or neglectful, was often busy, or away on Magitserium matters. His mother barely spoke to him, and would rather have kept to her wing of the manor.

Dorian, growing up, had classmates, nannies, and Berille. In the Inquisition, he had more companionship than he'd known.]

I suppose it's hardly a surprise that others would be drawn to me. Have you given me a good look? I can barely blame them.

[That was better, easier than admitting that Fenris had hit a nerve.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris gives a small huff of amusement.]

They are likely in wonder of the moustache. They don't grow them like that down South.

[serpentis]

Truly, proper grooming is a lost art in the South, from what I've seen. They wear masks in Orlais for a reason, I'm certain of it.

[Ah, if only Vivienne was here. For all of their bickering and arguing, he was fond of her, in his own way.]

[wolfuncaged]

Ugh. Orleasians. I would not be surprised. They [lac ]k everything but money, I would not be surprised if looks were amongst the things they lacked.

[He might still be a little bit bitter about being called a 'manservant' in Chateau Haine]

[serpentis]

[He chuckles.]

I do wonder...if Sera ever arrives here, I'll have to introduce you two. I get the feeling that you two could play "your people are shit" for hours.

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[wolfuncaged]

Oh? So you do have someone in your group with some sense?

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[serpentis]

She is...a curious girl. Distrustful of mages in general, an elf, raised by humans. As such, she and I agree on the state of some things. In others, well, she is brash and coarse and doesn't appreciate things like proper grooming.

She and I got along splendidly.

so cruel, so unusual

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris makes a thoughtful sound. He generally...doesn't get along with anyone, but... ]

She does sound like someone I would spend time with.

[serpentis]

I'm certain she'll make herself known, should she arrive.

[He smiles a bit.]

Do take care, Fenris. I'll see you about elsewhere.

[And that's a wrap for that one.]