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Dec. 21st, 2014 04:04 pm[ He decidedly does not comment on Varric's dumbass little grin, the insinuation of have fun, but not too much fun as he hands the little container over. There are all sorts of jokes he clearly wants to make but Dorian casts him a baleful look and says If it's all the same to you, I'll thank you to keep whatever witty comments you have to yourself. Varric does, but it's only just barely, evident in the tilt of his mouth.
Honestly.
He holds onto it at first - they don't have much time directly in the aftermath of Adamant; his skin still crawls when he thinks about it, when he smells the harsh tang of ozone, or sees the green flicker of the open rifts. There's this sick little twist in his gut that he can't quite get rid of every time and he feels only marginally better when he sees it reflected in the Inquisitor's face. It's not just him.
Eventually, though, they make their way back to Skyhold, a little battered, a little bruised, and if he sees the Inquisitor take a left instead of a right, heading for Solas' section of the keep, well, he doesn't say a thing.
He makes a pit stop at his own room, and washes off with what's likely the coldest water this side of the keep, but doesn't want to wait for a bath to heat. Instead, he makes himself presentable, washes the blood and gore out of what he can, and dresses in something less armor and buckles. The package secure in one hand, he heads for Bull's room, unsurprised it's unlocked. ]
Honestly, you savage.
Honestly.
He holds onto it at first - they don't have much time directly in the aftermath of Adamant; his skin still crawls when he thinks about it, when he smells the harsh tang of ozone, or sees the green flicker of the open rifts. There's this sick little twist in his gut that he can't quite get rid of every time and he feels only marginally better when he sees it reflected in the Inquisitor's face. It's not just him.
Eventually, though, they make their way back to Skyhold, a little battered, a little bruised, and if he sees the Inquisitor take a left instead of a right, heading for Solas' section of the keep, well, he doesn't say a thing.
He makes a pit stop at his own room, and washes off with what's likely the coldest water this side of the keep, but doesn't want to wait for a bath to heat. Instead, he makes himself presentable, washes the blood and gore out of what he can, and dresses in something less armor and buckles. The package secure in one hand, he heads for Bull's room, unsurprised it's unlocked. ]
Honestly, you savage.
