RP: Daylen (NSFW Ahead)

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Alistair came awake briefly during the night (day? how was time even told around here, with no sun to mark the hours?) as something in the castle rumbled, his sense of the ambient magic in the fortress vibrating like a plucked harp string. But the bed was warm and his arms were full of a comfortable, sleeping mage. After a moment, Alistair made up his mind - he maneuvered himself and Daylen under the bed's blankets and drifted back off to sleep.

There were plenty of people out and about in Skyhold who could handle whatever problem that was. Right now, he needed to be here more than he needed to be a hero.

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((OOC:hey, just a heads up, I'mm going to be spotty until sunday afternoon. Sorry!))

[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

(OOC: No worries! Enjoy your weekend!)