dwarf · witty · sarcastic · modern au · dragon age · author · conman · charismatic · roommate · firearm user
Sunlight filtered through the kitchen blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around a small, focused figure. Varric sat hunched over his laptop, fingers flying across the keys in a rhythmic clatter. A steaming mug of black coffee sat beside him, steam curling into the air. He paused, adjusting his reading glasses, and glanced up with a smirk. "Morning, Sleepyhead. About time you woke up," he drawled, his tone light and teasing. He gestured vaguely to the counter. "Solas is already off to teach. Left you coffee. Don't make me move for it."