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[tevinteraltus]

Who; Dorian Pavus and Alleyana Lavellan
What; Just home things
Where; Casa Inquisition a.k.a. Skyhold II
When; May 22nd? Afternoon? Sure...
Warnings; Possible (read probable) discussions of abuse, injury, and maybe other things. I'll update if I need to.



Troubling as it was, knowing what was transpiring if not exactly when, having a bit of time away from work to enjoy their new estate was nice. He'd taken the previous day to stock their wine cellar (or at least a random room on the basement he's now dubbed their wine cellar) and he's now reclining in a very comfortable recliner in the main room on the main floor, enjoying the natural light from the large front windows, sipping a bold yet gentle red from somewhere called "Italy", and reading a bit of classic literature from the same world. Thus far, "Great Expectations" was proving a great disappointment, but he was going to let the book run it's course and see where it left him. Maybe the importance of the holidays played a larger role than he was prepared for.

Ah, well. It was a refreshing perspective, at least. Thedas wasn't known for it's first person narrative. Maybe he'd pass the idea long to Varric, if he remembered anything from this place.

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[inquisitor_lavellan]

"I mean that's kinda what it feels like to have it touched," Alleyana grunts out quickly in between measurements. "It's a little hard to describe." It wasn't always bad, but it was always strange. And it was easy for it to go bad. She eyed him with the glove for a moment, then shook her head. "It's scratchy as hell. I'll wait until it's dry enough to fight the leather one back on."

[tevinteraltus]

"Ah." What else could he say to that? The idea have him the shivers, but he was being attentive so he didn't give it much thought.

"No need, if you're not of a mind." He nodded at her denial of the glove. At least now he understood why she always wore it, sad story as it was.

"Alleyana, you are, of course, under no obligation whatsoever to answer, but..." he shook his head. "Nevermind. Whomever did this to you, you clearly got on their bad side."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Or their good side," Alleyana grunted, but that tone wasn't one that preceded a story. She wouldn't mind too much, telling it, but... not today. The Inquisitor was about full-up on the experience of being as she was, after having to have her hair brushed and braided for her, and having her stump and her remaining hand measured. "I'm gonna go clean up my gear," Alleyana said after a moment, getting to her feet. The best time to clean armor was while not wearing it, after all. And by the time she was done, she'd be dried off enough to change back into it. Not having the weight of it on her was... always strange.

[tevinteraltus]

Dorian nodded, not disappointed in her lack of story or anything like it. He smiled amicably, bowed slightly at the shoulders, and moved towards the door.

"Enjoy your cleaning. It sounds positively riveting."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alleyana's reply was another grunt, which... yep. Off she went.