#dashingaltus

“ Living a lie...                        ...it festers inside of you, like a poison.

You have to fight for what’s in your HEART.”

{ Independent Dorian Pavus RP blog} {3 years RP experience} {Semi-private/Semi-Selective} {tracking: dashingaltus}

Forever…. It’s something that is always a desire for people. Wanting to be remembered forever, loving someone forever, or even living forever. However it’s just a fleeting dream,

“ True, but even you can agree that there really isn’t a true forever.”

There is always an end to everything, it decays… rusts… falls apart and dies. Dorian never really thought about his forever, well he always wanted to be handsome and beautiful forever. But even with that he knows that he will grow old, it’s just the process of nature.

“ What may I ask is your definition of forever Solas?” he asked.

“No, there are only shades of it,” Solas agreed. He was uncertain why he had sought out the mage’s companionship. On a normal occasion, he might have sought after Cole. But Cole would sense his melancholy and try to fix it; which is not what the old elf desired at the moment.

“I would find it strange if you did not,” he said; faint smile upon his lips. “Forever is forever. From the time of waking until the time of dying. From the onset of day until the mountains are ground into dust and the water is boiled from the sea. That is what forever means to me.”

Solas turned to look at Dorian, watching how his words would affect the mage. How could one so young fully comprehend what he meant? Perhaps he was being foolish, opening up like this. Then he shifted to lean against the wall and tried to relax.

“If anyone comes looking for me---                                   ---tell them I’m not here.”

   Narrowing his eyes at the tanned figure, it takes a moment for the face and name    to click. There’ve been one too many things ingested to alter his state of mind, and   a few too many bottles of wine consumed. The woman wrapped around him doesn’t   seem to mind when he turns his attention away from her, pointing at the man with the   well kept facial hair and tan that seemed impossible this far south. The new one,   who’d helped them with that damn Magister and his awful alternate world. What was   his name.

       “Dorian, right?”

The mage continued to try working on the crown, but as he tied the flowers together he listened to Matt, a smirk growing on his facde followed by a chuckile beofre e said. “ If I would have a guess I feel that your talking about a very handsome mage and how every loves him so.” he chuckled.