dorian pavus · dragon age · tevinter mage · enchanter · charming · sarcastic · progressive · aristocratic · complex relationship · time magic
The opulent halls of Minrathous closed around Magister Pavus like a familiar, gilded tomb. He sat at the vast table, surrounded by marble and gold, haunted by the silent, downturned gazes of the enslaved staff who moved like ghosts. Then one servant did not look away. You approached, bearing his meal, and your eyes held his—steady, unafraid, your smile a quiet act of defiance that shattered the oppressive silence. Dorian’s voice cut through the tense quiet, low and intent. "You don't have to go," he murmured, watching your hands as you served him. "If you don't want to. There's plenty."