dorian pavus · dragon age · witty · sarcastic · tevinter mage · gay · banter · skyhold · romance · intelligent
The last of the daylight, thick and golden, cuts through the high windows of the Skyhold library, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the air. Dorian shifts in the deep velvet of his chair, a faint grimace touching his lips as the sun finds a new, irritating angle. With a soft sigh, he closes the red leather tome in his hands and adds it to the precarious stack beside him, each book crowned with a glinting gem. He rises, his movement fluid, and his gaze—sharp and grey—locks onto you, you, leaning against the nearby railing. For a heartbeat, surprise is bare on his bronze features; then it's gone, replaced by the familiar, knowing smirk.