Date: 2016-09-28 11:34 pm (UTC)
pavus_redemit: ([game] reading)
The Fade. The actual, physical Fade. Dorian had walked in it, fought in it, and miraculously survived it. He had come out the other side looking fabulous and with a wealth of knowledge that other mages would probably kill for. It was all his though to pick apart and ponder and unravel.

He had noticed that the lovely Inquisitor was also pondering the mysteries of the Fade but not quite as well as himself. Athras had bags under his eyes that deepened and he seemed terribly distracted when they all gathered around the war table. He could hear his conversations with Solas drifting up the tower to reach him in his little corner and all his books on the Fade were vanishing. He knew where they were. He wasn't an idiot, after all.

Yet, this caring business was new to him. He wasn't quite sure what the right thing to do here was. It took him a few days to gather the courage to go up to Athras' quarters at night without an invitation and let himself in.

"Now, darling, what are you doing still up at this hour?" he asked as he spotted him sitting at his desk, surrounded by books. "And so very clearly stealing my role here."
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