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WHO: Felix and OPEN
WHAT: A couple of prompts for people who wanted to interact with Felix.
WHEN: The days after the funeral
WHERE: Throughout Skyhold
NOTES: Mentions of death or dying, otherwise it should be okay. Also, please remember the general public doesn't know he has the Blight, they just know that he's dying 'of an illness.'

[Personal Quarters]

Felix spends most of his time in the quarters assigned to him. Some days he finds it hard to walk around much, as the dizziness gets to him. Healers are welcome, as are servants and friends. He keeps the place very clean, worried that somehow the treatments will stop working. He knows the Inquisition is taking a risk having him here and he does everything he can to stop the possibility of spreading the Blight. That includes staying tidy and burning sheets after a fever.

It also means cutting his own hair. The problem is that he has issues holding his arms up for that long. They start to tire and he gives up making the cuts straight or even. He's not trying to make a fashion statement, after all.

[Library]

When he is out of his room, he spends most of his time in the library. Obviously, part of that is that Dorian is there. Being around his friend feels like the way he wants to spend his last days. He had thought going home and trying to help the cause of the Inquisition would have been important, but this feels more right personally.

When Dorian isn't around, he spends his time reading. He enjoys learning about Southern history and can also be seen pouring over any new mathematical theories. It makes him realize how much he misses going to university.

[Garden]

Sometimes he's told he needs to 'get fresh air' and that prompts him to go out and sit at the garden. It's still so lovely to see what a well placed hot spring can do even in the middle of a frozen mountain. The air is still thin and frigid, nothing like what he might have back home, but there's something wonderful about the peace that one can find surrounded by the right amount of trees.

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Bruce has been down to the Deep Roads before, although he doesn't say it out loud. He's seen darkspawn up close and even fought them (not by choice, he was trapped), and his travels across Thedas has seen people whittling away from the Blight as it eats them up from inside.

He hadn't quite expected to see this here, too.

He knows from a long time ago that there's not much else he can do besides trying to get him to be as comfortable as possible, but Bruce tries anyway. Today is the same, as he carries some tea and snacks on a tray, holding it in one hand for a bit as he knocks on the door gently.

"Alexius? It's me, Bruce."

"It's Felix, please," he responds. "And you may come in Bruce." He counters with the request for Bruce to use his first name easily, as if it's not the first time he's requested such a thing. It's weird to be called Alexius when that's how he thinks of his father.

The father who was currently in Skyhold's dungeon.

It's certainly not the first time, and it probably won't be the last as well. Bruce just wasn't one to be overly fond of addressing people on a first name basis - it just felt too... personal.

Still, it was probably hard at this point to ignore his request. Bruce opens the door and steps in, tray of food in hand. He walks over to where the other is and carefully sets down the tray, close enough so that Felix can reach for it.

"I think you'll like the food today," he starts, voice quiet as always. "The cook let me take some of those jam tarts that everyone else's been trying steal."

Felix's face brightens a bit as he turns to look at Bruce. He can't help but feel a bit calmed by the sight of him, that and the tart doesn't hurt either.

"Let's see if I can keep it down. I'd hate for it to go to waste," he smiled a bit at that, as if it was just a joke that his stomach was temperamental at best.

Bruce returns the smile, but it is a little sad. He does try his best to not show it but with each day that passes Bruce can't help but feel guilty. First the Herald, and now this... how many more people needed to die like this?

"Just don't push yourself." He takes up the plate of tarts and passes it over. "They can keep for a day or two at the very least."

"It's very appreciated," Felix replies. He offers Bruce an encouraging expression. "You don't have to keep going to all of this trouble for me."

It's not that he really minds the trouble. Bruce is kind and caring. In a lot of ways he reminds Felix of who his father had been before the darkspawn had attacked him and his mother.

"Its the least I could do," Bruce is quick to reassure him, not wanting him to worry at all. "And it's hardly a trouble at all. It gives me a nice break from my other duties in Skyhold."

Which was mostly caring for the other refugees. Most of them were alright, but there was always the ones that tended to be loud and demanded for things that tried on Bruce's patience. He could manage them in the end, but he always needed a bit of a break after that. Felix, with his own brand of patience and kindness, was a much needed relief for him in those times.

He places the tarts down for Felix to take and then goes about to pour some tea for him. "How's your day been so far? Anything interesting?"

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personal quarters! hope this is cool

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