RP: Dorian (legacyofhousepavus)

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Bloody Dorian. Bloody poncy mustache faced Dorian. Sera had the least amount of problem she'd ever had with a mage with Dorian, but there was more than one of them, and how was she supposed to know if this Dorian wasn't some slave-beater. Another rich pissbag she had to hate.

She didn't want to hate him. She liked Dorian, not that she'd say that to his stupid face. But she needed to know that the people here were people-people, even if they were rich tits in fancy shoes.

Could be he was a demon. Then she'd have to put an arrow in his pretty stupid face.

The roof of the tavern offered a perch she could use to see most of the upper courtyard. If he was coming from the great hall or the wallwalk down through the Herald's Rest she'd see him. See if he was a person.

She held an arrow nocked but not drawn, eyes scanning for movement, leaning back into the shadows so she'd be bloody hard to see from the ground. Or the sky for that matter.

Tits all, she hoped he didn't take too long. Sera wasn't patient and she with all her nerves she found she really needed a piss.

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[legacyofhousepavus]

So it may have taken Dorian a little bit longer to get down to the courtyard than he'd intended. After the advice from himself, he'd opted not to try the library. He had, however popped briefly by the mural room to see if everyone's favorite bald, elven curmudgeon apostate was there to answer a few questions. If anyone at Skyhold had answers about the fade, it would be that fellow.

As he strolled out the front doors and down the steps, he entertained the thought that this was all Solas' doing in the first place. It was an unfortunately possible scenario. Only in shaking himself from this line of thought did he realize that Sera wasn't anywhere to be seen. So he braced himself, half expecting her to leap from somewhere, arrow drawn and ready. It was also just as likely that he may be soon soaked in some foul smelling liquid and her laughter would be able to be heard anywhere in Skyhold. Given her reaction earlier, he decided the latter was less likely.

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Sera squinted down at the man on the steps. He looked like Dorian, sure, but old like. Not old-old, but he was older, and she'd last seen him a few months gone, riding off to Tevinter to be a hero. She drew the arrow back, feeling the steady weight of the bow's draw. That was nice, that was real.

All she had to do was let go and one more liar, one more bloody lying demon would be gone.

"Oy! What's the password?" There was no password, but she wanted to see what it did when it had to think on its feet. Demons were usually right stupid.

Dorian, for everything else he might be, wasn't that.

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"Last time it was, 'Cassandra's lacy knickers'!" Dorian called up. Now that Sera had shouted, he could at least look in the direction she probably was. Her caution didn't surprise him, either. She never had been fond of mages or magic-related things. He crossed his arms and smiled towards the rooftop. "Don't tell me you've gone and changed it while I was away!"

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The bowstring quivered under Sera's fingers and she let out the breath she'd been holding. There was still a tight twist of need to just bloody shoot something all snarled up in her guts. "Too busy for lacy things now she's all divine, yeah?"

Trust Sera, trust in something, that not everyone was just looking for theirs and would step on the closest little person to hand. That's part of what the Herald had taught her. She huffed and relaxed the tension on the string, though she kept the arrow knocked, and slid down the sloping roof to drop lightly to the ground.

[legacyofhousepavus]

"Oh, I don't know," Dorian contemplated, stepping closer as Sera finally came out of the shadows and onto his level. "I'd imagine she might still wear them under those robes. Even the Divine has to have her dirty little secrets."

As he approached, his own relief showed through on his face. He may not have admitted it, but he'd been almost just as worried that he was walking into a demon's trap. But seeing Sera as she was there, no demon could mimic that properly. He may have even missed her while he was off being a hero in his homeland. Just a little bit.

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Sera squinted as Dorian drew closer, head cocked to one side, eyes narrow and the high bridge of her nose wrinkling. The bow came up halfway again, because he wasn't the Dorian she knew, not exactly. Two months gone and he was years older. Not normal. Not even a bit.

"Pff. Robes. Thought half the point was air on your bits?" She circled slowly, just eyeing him, a slow backwards amble.

[legacyofhousepavus]

Dorian put his hands up, palm out, innocent and unarmed. Of course, Sera knew better. He was a mage, he was never unarmed. But his frown at how he was received said that he had absolutely no intentions of causing harm.

"Can't have some unfortunate breeze come along during a sermon and displaying your aired out bits to the grand public, now can you?" He tried to keep the humor going, but the way Sera circled him was wearing on that. He sighed, shoulders sagging. "I know this isn't an ideal situation, but can't we talk about this? Over a few pints, preferably."

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The image of Cassandra with her skirt blown up and her privates bare in the pulpit hit just the right note for Sera to giggle, ending with a small snort. "Right. Start another bloody holy war, that would." She paused, another moment of frowning reflection and then she nodded with a slow, wary bob of her head.

"Your hips going, then? Too much sitting soft in Magister-land?" She un-nocked the arrow as she spoke, though, looking sidelong at Dorian as she did so. The bow went over her back. When the weapons were away she sidled toward Dorian, drawing close enough to jab him with an elbow, before hunching her shoulders and heading toward the tavern.

Bloody mages. Bloody magic. Stupid Dorian and his stupid face going off and getting old. She glanced back at him. "Come on. S'not going to drink itself, is it?" She really didn't want to go in there to the tavern empty of the Chargers, empty of the soldiers, empty of everyone who made Skyhold safe, who made it real, and normal and home.