#tolookdashing

From across the courtyard, Loren spies the Tevinter Magister; he stands out to say the least. The precise and preened specimen doesn’t quite fit in here at Skyhold. He certainly was a man of fine taste. Unable to stave off his curiosity a moment longer, Loren’s fingers pluck at the strings of his lute. Needless to say, the eyes of many others find their attention caught by the sound; music, here? Perhaps it’ll attract the attention of a certain Magister too. The notes are light and airy, but jump around in a tricky fashion; something less common than the songs here in Ferelden.

@tolookdashing

if teren’s being honest, he’s only been half listening to what dorian is actually saying, for apparently the same reason dorian keeps talking. he may be making his crush a bit obvious, here, in his unabashed fascination in literally anything the mage has to say, elbows on the table and chin in hand. staring, maybe too intently, he only blinks a bit back into focus when dorian pauses. “uh -- yeah me too.” wait no back up that... that’s too much. “i mean, uh, what i mean is that ---” the inquisitor clears his throat, straightens slightly. this is precisely why they should never have allowed him to lead. oh maker, he’s going to hear about this from varric forever. “i mean it’s just nice to let someone else be the center of attention for a change. and you have a lot of interesting things to say, so it makes listening to you talk easy. that’s obviously what i meant. clearly.”