“I could point out that presently my comfort is tantamount to any consideration of manners, but you’re probably right.” Dorian sighed as Mae rolled her eyes at both of us. “I suppose we should at least sit up properly,” I mused. “It would be cruel to make you wait that long,” said Dorian, ever solicitous. “Should I come back later when you’re done being adorable?”

“She simply means we’re adorable, which we undoubtedly are,” Dorian said lazily. “I wouldn’t know, having never seen a picture of it,” I said. “Well don’t you both look the picture of domesticity,” she said as she sailed into the room. It’s quite unfair, you playing coy when I’m in this condition.” I joined him on the day bed and that was how Mae found us when she arrived some time later. You may put your boots on it with impunity. “I’ve always been told not to put boots on furniture.” “…Now why don’t you come over here? I’m far too delicate at the moment to be expected to trudge all the way over to where you’re sitting,” Dorian said.

Render designed in Daz3D, postwork in Photoshop digital art fan fiction by schattenriss dorian/trevelyan dorian pavus maevaris tilani writing long fic 3D render commissions open dragon age fanart dragon age series “Come see me when you’re here next and I’ll tell you everything.” “He’s just afraid I’ll embarrass him - which I would - but he’s sadly right about my having things to do,” Mae said. “Alas, Mae can’t give you any clearly exaggerated details because she has things to do and you need to tell me about your meeting,” Dorian interjected. “Hey, Mae!” I answered, completing our silly rhyming greeting, “Really? Moping? Tell me more.” “I insisted on it,” Maevaris’s voice rang out, getting louder as she stepped closer to the crystal, “He’s been moping ever since you left. I was removing a few layers of finery that would give you fits if someone suggested you wear it. The theatre insists on at least semi-formal attire. “What are you doing? You sound like you’re talking through a sock.” You talked to Cassandra today, didn’t you? Are you allowed to tell me details or do we need to play twenty questions?” His voice sounded oddly muffled. “You’ve decided to take my advice and- oh, wait. “That’ll be sooner than you think,” I said. If it’s still playing the next time you’re up, I’ll take you.” “It is a comic romp in which, due to an unfortunate mishap, a Laetan family becomes reluctant host to an irascible, overbearing, self-centered Magister who proceeds to turn their lives upside-down in a variety of outrageous ways. …the crystal indicated Dorian had activated his side.

Necropolis by Jordan L. Hawk