Varric? Cassandra blanches, but quickly composes herself. It's nothing. Varric had written the book, of course his name would come up...and apparently he does know everyone in Thedas after all. It doesn't mean...it doesn't mean anything. He doesn't know anything.
Somehow, she manages to banish all thought of Varric from her mind, and concentrate on the man - a mage, based on his dress - now thoughtfully considering the book. He's not...he's not laughing, or looking at her strangely for asking about it. The light shines on his golden hair as he bends his head, and then he looks up again, meeting her eyes, and -
Oh no, he's hot.
Cassandra settles her expression into a scowl to mask her thoughts. An attractive mage who reads romance novels? Be still her heart. "A theory?" she says instead. The thought of discussing theories about Swords and Shields is...tantalizing, to say the least. She's been dying to do so ever since she finished the latest chapter, but the only person who has any idea she's even read the books is Leliana, and, well.
But to look too eager now will do her no good at all. What if she is too enthusiastic? What if he tells someone else?
What if he tells Varric?
"A theory," she repeats, her voice hard, and crosses her arms across her chest. Anyone looking at them would think she was interrogating the man. But better that than to appear to be actually discussing Swords and Shields. "My own theory is that the mage is responsible for it all. Everything that went wrong can be traced back to him."
She's rather proud of that theory, actually. She'd combed over the book for hours, reading and rereading, searching for clues and hints that might mean something later. But there's no way to be sure, not until the book is finished. For now, all they can do is speculate, and she watches the man with an almost disturbing intensity, breathless as she waits for his own thoughts.
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Somehow, she manages to banish all thought of Varric from her mind, and concentrate on the man - a mage, based on his dress - now thoughtfully considering the book. He's not...he's not laughing, or looking at her strangely for asking about it. The light shines on his golden hair as he bends his head, and then he looks up again, meeting her eyes, and -
Oh no, he's hot.
Cassandra settles her expression into a scowl to mask her thoughts.
An attractive mage who reads romance novels? Be still her heart."A theory?" she says instead. The thought of discussing theories about Swords and Shields is...tantalizing, to say the least. She's been dying to do so ever since she finished the latest chapter, but the only person who has any idea she's even read the books is Leliana, and, well.But to look too eager now will do her no good at all. What if she is too enthusiastic? What if he tells someone else?
What if he tells Varric?
"A theory," she repeats, her voice hard, and crosses her arms across her chest. Anyone looking at them would think she was interrogating the man. But better that than to appear to be actually discussing Swords and Shields. "My own theory is that the mage is responsible for it all. Everything that went wrong can be traced back to him."
She's rather proud of that theory, actually. She'd combed over the book for hours, reading and rereading, searching for clues and hints that might mean something later. But there's no way to be sure, not until the book is finished. For now, all they can do is speculate, and she watches the man with an almost disturbing intensity, breathless as she waits for his own thoughts.