A Sword Does Not Ask To Be Forged

Zjinn and Varric get on like fire and alcohol. Either you can drink by the fire and have a great time, or you can combine it and produce an explosion. Also, lots of questionable choices are made :D

Add Solas to the mix and between the three, you never know what is going to happen. Fire + Spirited Spirits(3) + Rebel(2) = the Veil brings itself down trying to escape their madness? The world stops around them just to listen?

In the background of my fic Ouroboros: Varric encourages her brand of weird (only when no one is looking). They'll talk about crime, engineering, and of course, stories. At first, it's just that, swapping tales. And then it evolves into talking about the story they're currently living in. They debate about who's a Main Character, who would make a great villain (and what makes a good one), antagonists, heroes, anti-heroes, who is doomed by the narrative, the bearer of The Curse, etc. They discuss archetypes (with her getting a little riled up against assigning 'roles' and boxes to real people until Varric is like chill bruh it's pretend). But then, when she (in confidence) reveals that she has worn many names, they get into this weird (silly) game of Varric being like "All right, pretend you're [this role], in this situation. Spin me a story. Go!" so then she assumes a character and tries to seamlessly weave it into their current situation. In my Modern AU Resonance, she and Dorian actually call Varric the Narrator lol