VII. CLOSED.

[liberalum]

WHO: Dorian Pavus and his devoted hangers-on.
WHAT: Catching up on some gossip, probably. Among other things.
WHEN: Throughout Kingsway.
WHERE: Orlais, Skyhold.
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[liberalum]

Well, you must tell me the outcome of that conversation.

[ Maybe it will serve Bull right for insisting on their proceeding with having feelings for one another.

There is a cynical eyebrow raise for the idea that he gives too little credit to himself in any way, but-- no argument, either. People jumping out the fucking window when Dorian even comes close to loving them is not exactly unheard of.

Qunaris aren't supposed to love. That's what the propaganda has always said. Tevinter, for all its faults, has a way of loving passionately.

When they can. ]

You ought to try it some time. I assure you, there's nothing in it resembling mabari piss. [ Said generously, to the Orlesian, who may have thought otherwise. ]

[fleurdesel]

I will be certain to do so over a bracing bottle of that brandy you enjoyed.

[ She has the impression she might need it.

Just as she feels she needs more than the one glass to be comfortable enough to be so fair as to elaborate upon Ruby. It is-

Terribly unexpected in a great number of ways. Delightful, but unexpected. ]

If you are so very certain, the next time I come stumbling out of the Council you insisted I ought to be a part of with a strong desire to strangle more than three of the other councilors? I will try it with you.

[liberalum]

In my defense, I was advocating for your dictatorship, if you'll recall.

[ He relaxes, ever so, now that the giant qunari-shaped bit of the conversation has passed. ]

But I shall hold you to that one. Just as you aren't getting away with distracting me from my initial proposal as to conversation topics.

[fleurdesel]

Can you honestly see me as any manner of dictator?

[ Benevolent or otherwise.

Her turn at tension and it's a subtle winding in her shoulders. ]

Ruby. She is...I know it's foolish.

[liberalum]

[ He opts not to answer that first one, and instead just casts a crooked smile and allows the moment to pass as the conversation turns towards the more interesting subject. ]

It is, and thus, so unlike you. But I suppose if anyone is going to cause Councillor LeBlanc to act foolishly, it would have to be a romance transported from another dimension.

Exceptional, [ in other words. ]

[fleurdesel]

She comes from a literal fairy tale. [ That has to explain something, doesn't it? It does. ] I am not accustomed to- we did not have the freedom in the circles to carry on so openly. A tryst in an alcove or an empty lab, certainly but this is... more.

It is ill advised and likely will not end well, yet I find myself thinking perhaps I would like to have more. To keep this.

[liberalum]

Oh, do I know well those trysts in the alcove. They all start to look the same, don't they? Not to mention, terribly cramped.

[ A loose-wristed gesture with his wine. ]

Perhaps you would. If studying time magic has taught me anything, it's that the future is a multitude of endless variation, and the past is as real as a Fade dream after a particularly sour lamb pie. All we have at our true disposal is the present.

[fleurdesel]

I have never before had someone that encouraged selfishness quite so eloquently as you, Dorian.

[ And yet- in this perhaps she might be permitted to be selfish.

To hold this fragile thing close to her chest. ]

Best that we make the most of what we have, yes?