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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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Felix chuckled a bit. "For some reason I doubt any one would want to see me do anything while naked," he replied, still amused. He is glad that Gavin seems to know of his father but doesn't seem to judge him for that. It's a relief.

If Felix wasn't locked up with his father, it was for a reason, and Gavin had enough faith in their leaders to trust that it was a good one.

Plus, he never did take threatening situations seriously.

"Oh, I don't know, I think I could happily watch you dance naked," He said, grinning easily. "And I'm sure I'm not alone."

That made Felix's face flush a bit. He wasn't sure how to respond at first and just blushed for a moment before finally coming up with something.

"Oh, I'm not certain. There's another Tevinter here who easily takes most of the focus."

The blush is, of course, adorable, and it makes Gavin's grin widen.

"Dorian, you mean?" He'd already met the mage, and well - he couldn't really argue that.

"Point taken, but I'm sure you could give him a run for his money. Are you suggesting that we set up a competition?"

"Not at all. Dorian is my dearest friend, I would never challenge him in that. In fact, I rather enjoy bolstering him up to see him strut around."

Perhaps not all of Felix's feelings about Dorian were platonic, but it wasn't as if anything would come of that.

Gavin grinned widely, a twinkle in his eye. "Well that I can agree with."

Seriously though, is there anyone who knows Dorian who's feelings about him are strictly platonic? With that mustache? No. No there aren't.

"Fine, no contest, but I promise you could give him a run for his money anyway. I'll just hold a secret contest. For myself."

Felix chuckled softly. "Very well, you can keep a tally." Then, after a moment. "Though you'll have to do it the way I am now. In the coming months I may not be nearly as attractive."

"Oh?" Gavin asked, frowning, but then something clicked in the back of his head, about the mission. About the crazy Tevinter, and why he was dealing with time magic--

He had the decency to shamefully blush. "Oh. Right. I forgot. Now now, don't be like that. I'm sure you'll still be handsome. But if you're really worried about it, we should get them to paint you a shamelessly flattering portrait now and we can just judge based on that."

Felix chuckles a bit. He really doesn't want to focus on most of that, so instead he clings to the idea of the portrait. "They'll have to exaggerate my muscle tone, if we do that."

"Well a statement like that can't be made without evidence," Gavin replies easily, the grin spreading across his lips to replace the blush. "I'm supposed to be doing a tally, you know, I really should have a better idea of what needs to be exaggerated."

Felix's brow rises a bit. "Are you suggesting I disrobe? It's much too chilly in here for that. How do you Southerners deal with the cold?"

It's not exactly true. Felix is barely more than skin and bones and that doesn't make him feel very sexy. He doesn't mind the flirting though, and doesn't want Gavin to feel rejected outright.

"You can at least pull up your sleeve," Gavin replies, teasing him. "But I will submit to Northern delicacy and leave it up to the imagination of the portrait painter, I suppose."

He leans back against the bookshelf.

"Though that is a good question. I've never really been that far north - is it really that much warmer?"

He nods. "Too hot, at times. It can be smothering."

He sighs a little dreamily. "What I wouldn't do to be actually warm after living down here for so long. The Free Marches are much more temperate than this, at least. But I've already been warned off galavanting around Tevinter. Antiva maybe? I hear it's nice there..."

Was he getting distracted? Yes. Yes he was.

"I'd offer to show you, but I'm afraid my homeland isn't the kindest to your people. Perhaps if things change?"

"Not a lot of places are known for being the kindest to the Dalish, but I admit that Tevinter has a rougher reputation than most," Gavin replied with a teasing lilt to his voice. He tilted his head, smiling. "You think there's a chance of that changing in my life time?"

He asked more out of curiousity about Felix than about Tevinter itself.

"I'd like to," Felix answered easily. "I have high hopes that there are the right sort of voices now, working to ensure that my country isn't lost to it's madness." The right sort of voices like the ones that had traveled to Skyhold to support the Inquisition.

"It will not be an easy path."

The smile that he gave Felix then was a warm, honest one. Not because he believed in the cause - in truth, he had few opinions about Tevinter, but plenty about humans in general, and he wasn't totally sure that anything would go the way it should, ever, for any reason. But it was nice to see one so wholly committed to changing his world for the better. It was refreshing.

It reminded him of the Inquisitor.

"No, it won't," he agreed cheerfully. "But I'm just glad someone's willing to travel down it."

"Oh," Felix said after a moment. He seemed a little uncomfortable. "I'm afraid I'll be gone before it comes to pass. I won't last much more than a few months. However, there are many voices who will remain who will work towards that change."