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[dawnwillcome]

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[serpentis]

[Dorian looks over her feet and nods, setting to work.]

Dreadfully well, I'm afraid. I may make myself sick just thinking about him.

[Clip, clip, clip.]

But what of you, Jove? Or are you not the romantic sort?

[dawnwillcome]

[She pauses in bringing the bottle of wine up to her lips, entirely caught off guard by the question. What about her indeed.]

Are you sure you wouldn't rather talk about you and Fenris? You've got to have far more interesting stories than I do.

[serpentis]

Hmm.

[Dorian pinches one of her toes and wiggles it.]

Do you have a sickness bag? You may very well need it, if we go down that path of questioning.

[dawnwillcome]

[She laughs and nudges his side with her other foot.]

You know you're the one who gets motion sick, not me. It's going that well, then?

[It isn't that Jove doesn't want to talk about what's happening in her life, truly. She will, would, happily, but it just isn't as important to her to talk about it as it is for her to be sure Dorian is happy. And anyway, of the two of them he's the one with a relationship. Naturally he'd have the better, more important stories to tell.]

[serpentis]

[He chuckles softly, swatting at her other foot with a hand.]

Terribly well. It's nearly frightening.

[dawnwillcome]

Frightening, is it? And here you were trying to deprive me of this.

[She settles back, clearly getting comfortable for his tale of frighteningly intense love.]

Go on, then.

[serpentis]

[He lowers his voice a little, to give the complete impression that they're gossiping.]

Did you know he decorates with skeletons?

[dawnwillcome]

With-

[Alright that's not where she was expecting this to go at all.]

Well. I suppose if the two of you ever live together the decorating will be easy. You bring your skulls, he'll bring his skeletons.

[serpentis]

I saw it myself! It was terribly, dreadfully charming.

[He takes the emery block and goes to work sanding her toenails into shape.]

He recreated his home, or, rather the home he'd been living in, in Kirkwall. We had a few drinks. We talked. He showed me his skeletons, it was a wonderful time for everyone involved. Including the skeletons, I assume.

[dawnwillcome]

I showed him Skyhold, too. The two of you are even when it comes to seeing each other's homes.

[But that's hardly the point to all this, and she watches Dorian's face closely as he speaks. Something more happened, she trusts that he's getting there, but she does wish he'd get there faster.]

[serpentis]

Oh, I had not a clue! He's seen my little reading nook, then?

[Buff, buff, buff, he flips the cube over to the polishing side.]

[dawnwillcome]

There may have been some jokes at your expense about how of course you took over the library, of all places.

[serpentis]

I'll have to get him back for that, then.

[He grins devilishly and sets aside the block, grabbing the nail polish and starting to paint.]

I'll have to translate more books for him. He's learning to read, and I've been helping with that. It's easier for him to read in Tevene, so I translate for him.

[dawnwillcome]

[For all their joking, that gets a softer smile and she reaches out to lay her hand on his knee.]

I didn't know you were doing that. It's very good of you, Dorian.

[serpentis]

I tutored, back in Minrathos. I actually took a liking to it.

[Coat #1 done! He blows on her toes and chuckles softly.]

I want to give him everything that he has been denied. It's odd, I want to give him as good a life as I'm capable, as good as he deserves. He's worth a hundred of the type of man that took everything from him, at the bare minimum.

[dawnwillcome]

[She's smiling still as she watches him, as she listens to him, and everything about his tone and the way he selects his words, the things he's saying... it's all painting a very clear picture.]

You're in love with him, aren't you.

[She sounds so pleased. Gross.]

[serpentis]

I...

[Oh look at that, he starts fussing at her toes a little and painting another coat, ruminating over how to say it.]

...yes. And he with me, as well.

[dawnwillcome]

[That may have been a poor choice on his part, going back to painting her toes, because when he says that she sits up quickly, foot kicking with the movement so she ends up with a lovely purple stripe across her toes.

She doesn't seem to notice.]

He told you? And you told him?

[serpentis]

[He gives her a Look.]

You'll muss the paint, jumping about like that.

[Because it's so much easier to fuss at her than to be honest. But she is, after all, the one person he trusts with this.]

We spoke on it...yes.

[The words are stilted and awkward.]

[dawnwillcome]

Dorian, that's-

[But she trails off, and her excitement dims at his reaction. All the elven girls she knew growing up who fell in love were positively giddy with it when they told her, unable to keep still and smiling through blushing cheeks and teary eyes.

This is nothing like that, and she stills as she watches Dorian focusing on her toes instead of flapping his hands at her in joy.]

... likely terrifying, for both of you. Are you alright?

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[serpentis]

Yes? It's...hard to know, for sure. I'm happy, for what it's worth. Terribly, almost painfully so.

[He may as well be speaking to her foot right now, trying to get a handle of the emotions raging inside of him. Dorian was, until his time in the Circles, known as a kind, sweet boy. He wasn't gentle, and he was often tempestuous.

He was a son of Tevinter, equal parts piss and vigor.]

I've never quite known this before. It's...frightening. We didn't say much after that, we mostly sat in silence and drank. He's an odd man, but he suits me.

[dawnwillcome]

Your happiness is worth quite a lot, Dorian. Don't sell yourself short.

[She wiggles her toes a bit to make his job a little more difficult, but really there's already polish all over the place so she isn't worried about a neat and tidy job. More important is how Dorian seems to be reacting to the fact that he's found love.

She understands why he's afraid, of course. If this is something he's never let himself have before, he won't know how to go about it, where to go from where he and Fenris have found themselves. There's the question of how long they have together, considering there seems to be no warning before a person is snatched away and sent back home.

It's really no wonder they'd rush, when what time they have could very well be limited. It's entirely possible they might not even remember each other if they were to be sent back.]

You suit each other, really. And I wouldn't worry too much if I were you. You're a smart man, lethallin, you'll figure this out in no time.

[serpentis]

[He smiles, scoffing an honest chuckle.]

It seems, at times, my quick wits are truly all I can count as a redeeming feature. But thank you, consanguinea.

[he pats her foot, putting on the final bit of polish and then shaking his head at her.]

When I said paint your toes, Jove, I meant only the nails.

[And there was a teasing smile.]

Not that you don't have charming little footsies. Not as charming as some of your other features, mind.

[dawnwillcome]

Now you're just leaving out the best part, Dorian. How dare you.

[She sits up and leans forward, reaching out so she can curl the end of his moustache around her finger. Lol.]

Have we reached the point of the night where you start praising me for my looks so quickly? Usually you wait until at least the second bottle of wine.

[serpentis]

Oh, if you'd rather, I can wait! I was thinking it's nearly a shame you're sitting, or I'd compliment your ass.

[He laughs, reaching for the wine and taking a swig.]