(closed) the coldest story ever told

[byblow]

WHO: Zevran Arainai, Maxwell Trevean, Pel Ashara, Salem Ghilan, Alistair
WHAT: A Dalish mage Ron Swanson, a Dalish warrior who throws eggs, an Antivan assassin and his many knives, a Warden who's probably technically exiled, and one single actual human nobleman on whom we are hanging all of our hopes and dreams try to make a dude stop being a big meanie.
WHEN: Haring 5-?
WHERE: Northern Ferelden
NOTES: Plotting post!

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[ombranera]

"So the other conversations we've had have been mere figments of my imagination? You are but a beautiful phantom before my weary mind?"

[mythalenaste]

"I mean where we haven't been pretending."

[ombranera]

He shrugs. "You wished for something else in this, so I answered you as you wished to be answered"

[mythalenaste]

"I'm not complaining. It's nice. And it's nice when you say lovely things about me. I have a lot of people I can be real with. I like being able to pretend with you."

[ombranera]

"I am pleased to be of service, Stella."

[mythalenaste]

"Are you? I'm not...really sure what you get out of it."

[ombranera]

"Your company? Why does everyone assume I must get something out of something other than the enjoyment of someone I find lovely and interesting? I am free to revel in such things now without quite as much fear as I might have had in my past. Why not take advantage?"

[mythalenaste]

"You...really think that way about me?" Subconsciously, her hand goes to her hair, catching a strand and winding it around one finger.

[ombranera]

"That you are lovely and fascinating? Yes." He lies about many things, but unless he is paid? He does not lie about finding someone attractive.