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[veilstrike]

[ How can she help herself when he's right there? It's so easy to just tuck her hands in nice and warm against the soft skin of Dorian's back - how does he do it?! - before she has to move away thanks to him jerking away from the touch. The giggles come before she shifts closer and reaches out to wrap herself around him like the cuddlebug she naturally is. ]

I've been outside, it's chilly.

[reluctantbastard]

Who's Divine Justinia? Has Beatrix died then?

[fantachetic]

Her successor, but she is dead too, naturally. Now the Chantry is scrambling for the next Divine.

[ And Dorian couldn't be more uninterested.. ]

[reluctantbastard]

Maker's Breath. I don't even know why I'm surprised.

[With the Chantry all situated in Orlais, Alistair's actually surprised more Divines aren't murdered, if he's honest.]

And I'm guessing that this Conclave thing has to do with the fighting between the mages and templar order, right? I offered the mages Redcliffe as a base after the Circles fell?

[He runs a hand over his face, trying to process it all.]

So, tell me again why I kicked them out?

[fantachetic]

[ There is a remarkable lack of murder in the South among its rulers. There's not a party in Tevinter that isn't interrupted somewhat by either a murder or an attempt. ]

Quite right. It was supposed to be a place to come to an agreement, though what actually transpired is a bit murky.

Apparently, they had worn out their welcome, and being forced to choose an alliance with Tevinter might have been the last straw. I've no idea what goes on in your mind. [ Dorian makes a flippant hand gesture. ] It could have been a great many things. You didn't exactly share with the rest of us your inner workings.

Your wife didn't have much better to say on the matter, as it happens.

[reluctantbastard]

[Holy leaders, no, they were generally not killed so much as the kings and queens and such of the lands. One only need look at Orlais to see why that was. Besides, the Imperium might not be the huge threat that it once was, but no one's forgotten about the Qunari and the Llomeryn treaty.

Also, Dorian, manners aren't optional. You should stock up on them.

Other people's idea of manners.]

I can't... And you're certain? Of course you're certain. This isn't a joking matter, right? Sweet Andraste's left foot, this is... I can't... Mages in Redcliffe and a Magister.

[He rubs a hand down his face as he tries to process it.]

Did you see my young cousin there, then?

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[fantachetic]

[ Dorian does little more than grouse, lifting the edge of the blankets so she will hurry and get under them. He's eager to trap the warmth he'd established beforehand. Burrowing his face into his pillow, he mutters. ]

What was so interesting outside?

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[veilstrike]

A boy.

[ That’ll get his attention. She moves and cuddles up under the blankets, making herself extra warmth for her poor chilly friend. Her hand might be cold but she warms fast; it’s why she’s the best for Dorian to hug. ]!

I thought you might like to hear about it.

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[fantachetic]

[ Of course his head shoots up from the pillow so he can turn to look at her. ]

You have my utmost attention.

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[veilstrike]

I thought that might interest you. [ She smiles, leaning up to brush hair from his face, awkward with one arm but done all the same. ] Is it wrong to feel proud for introducing a spirit to sex?

[fantachetic]

A spirit, is it? [ Only one person can be described as such, and he laughs lightly, still a bit thick from sleep. ]

And how did our spirit friend appreciate the introductory lesson? He didn't treat you indecorously, did he?

[veilstrike]

That is what I said.

[ Reaching up, she keeps messing up his hair before smoothing it back down, almost idly. ]

No, no, he was very dedicated to his education. I'm quite pleased.

[fantachetic]

I'm glad, I'll admit. [ He chuckles once more, looking at her with a wry smirk. ]

Yes, I'm sure you were-- or at least I should certainly hope so.

[veilstrike]

I didn’t realise you’d be so concerned about my sex life, Dorian.

[ She just smiles at him. ]

I think... He’s happy, at least.

[fantachetic]

Naturally so. I insist upon having only the best of intentions for you, so that falls in place with being concerned with your personal well-being.

And what of yourself? Are you truly happy, Leilani? [ He reaches over to brush the back of his fingers against her face. ]

[veilstrike]

It’s good to know I have someone to look out for me when I am being foolish.

[ But, ah. She leans into his touch and hesitates. ]

I’m happy enough. Isn’t that all that can be expected?

[fantachetic]

You'd do better to forget him, you realize. [ Not Justice, naturally. Of course, the pot is calling the kettle black whether Leilani realizes it or not. ]

[veilstrike]

[ Closing her eyes, Leilani breathes a soft, sad noise. ]

I am trying. Some things are harder to forget. Dorian… It was so much. I love him. [ A pause. ] Loved.

[fantachetic]

I am.. quite familiar with the sentiment, I assure you. It is difficult for things to pass when they are uprooted.

[ Quietly. ]

A part of you still loves him. Why else would you want to save him from himself?

[veilstrike]

Oh, Dorian...

[ She rests her head on his shoulder. ]

It’s not the kind of thing that I can stop, no matter what we might want.

[fantachetic]

As much of a bastard as he is, we will follow your lead.

[ He readjusts, wrapping an arm around her back. ]

[veilstrike]

Even if I choose to forgive him?

[ This is more than welcome and Leilani curls around him with a soft, sad sigh. ]

[fantachetic]

Even so. Pardon me for being unable to, however.

[veilstrike]

I don’t think you can be blamed. After all that he’s done to us and taken...

[fantachetic]

He hurt you, it's enough cause to despise him.