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[blightedson]

WHO: Dorian and Felix
WHAT: Dorian and Felix sort through some of the books in the library.
WHEN: Recent
WHERE: The library.
NOTES: Probably going have a ton of angst!

When they had first arrived at Skyhold the library had been a mess. In the couple weeks since they had fled Haven it was coming together under the care of people like Dorian. It seemed that almost daily they had some allies that sent new books that had to be sorted and cataloged.

Dorian probably could manage the boxes that has arrived earlier that day himself but Felix was tired of being cooped up with nothing to do. It was nice to have something to do with his hands, something that could distract him from how terrible he felt today.

They were just finishing opening of the crates. The spines of the volumes inside of it were exposed to view. "Looks like we have an entire collection here," he said to his friend.

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[blightedson]

Felix chuckled despite himself and then coughed to cover it up. Dorian had a way of doing things like that himself. It was almost as if the universe enjoyed one-upping him.

He got up from where he had been relaxing and started to work to open the new case. "Administrative work is a better alternative to having things be too exciting, I'd say."

After watching his father fall so far, dealing with a cult, and watching what happened to Haven, he was happy for the small busy work of getting things in order. They could even do it without having to skirt around blood magic.

[liberalum]

Dorian scoffs at that, and doesn't move from where he is reclined, until he realises that it's Felix getting to his feet when it probably ought to be him. Lazy regard sharpens into something more watchful, which is absurd, because Felix isn't about to shatter into pieces anymore than Dorian might suddenly become an Abomination.

But.

He gets to his feet, but manages to refrain from ordering Felix back to his chair or anything. Quicker to help than he is most others.

"Excitement did last flatten an entire town," Dorian concedes. "They don't do things half-arsed, these southerners. Save for their libraries. How's all this thin, frigid mountain air treating you, anyway?"

[blightedson]

Felix is enjoying being useful, even if he's really more just reading titles and cataloging than actually doing any heavy work. Really the most useful thing he's doing is giving Dorian someone to talk to.

"When I'm in the midst of a fever it's wonderful," he said with a slight smile. "Otherwise I'm worried my fingers might freeze off. It makes me miss the University. Imagine how that must feel, missing Orlais."

He's really teasing more than anything, playing into letting Dorian complain about the cold if he wants to.

[liberalum]

"I missed all kinds of places when we were struggling up the mountainside." Chatter is accompanied by Dorian gathering a stack of books into his hands to bring with him, getting a little ambitious with how much he can wedge between hands and chin. "That one sliver of beach in Carastes, provided there isn't a siege on that week. Sands hot enough to burn through your boots. Fantastic stuff."

A small tower of texts balanced against his chest and tucked under his chin, Dorian carries it back to their designated alcove. "Where else? The Sky Gardens, back in Miranthous, with all that wilderness tamed in boxes and hanging off chains twenty feet overhead, as nature intended. Perhaps the stripweed fields south of Val Dorma. I couldn't stop crying for a week after that, you know. Oh, Kirkwall, that one little Darktown alleyway used as a sort of informal latrine behind that tavern I don't care to remember the name of.

"It's not very fair to play 'anywhere but here' when you're surrounded exclusively by ice and rock, I suppose."

The books thump down on wooden floor, not quite dropped, but sort of deposited in controlled tumble.

"The reading material is certainly better than the Kirkwall alleyway, I'll give it that, even accounting for that one charming limerick etched into the limestone. Do let me know if your fingers are about to freeze off, however. We could retire somewhere warmer."