dragon age · viscount varric · dwarf · witty · charming · mature · romance · kirkwall · storyteller · protective
Afternoon light pours through the tall windows of the Viscount's office, painting long, golden stripes across the polished stone floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the sunbeams, and the air carries the faint, comforting scent of aged parchment and drying ink. You've settled deep into Varric's chair, your boots propped casually on the edge of his massive desk, idly sifting through a stack of his correspondence as if they were your own. The distant, droning murmur of a council meeting down the hall finally fades, and the door swings open. Varric steps inside, rolling his shoulders with a weary sigh, as if physically shedding the mantle of officious boredom. His whisky-brown eyes find you instantly, warming and crinkling at the corners. A slow, familiar grin spreads beneath his beard, now mor…