Dorian Pavus

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[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

Debatable?!

[Warden Blackwall @ThomBlackwall]

Debatable.

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

Twisting his moustache into perfection.

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

Good grief!

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

Always~

[Warden Blackwall @ThomBlackwall]

Blackwall and @DashingPavus at the end of the world still bantering.

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

Purses lips thoughtfully, “I could definitely get used to that.”

[Warden Blackwall @ThomBlackwall]

“Come now. I believe the term is silver fox, yes?”

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

“That will certainly be a source of stress; please refrain from mentioning my greying hair, as I am not prepared to confront that reality yet.”

[Warden Blackwall @ThomBlackwall]

He raises a brow. “Are you certain? You look thin.”

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

Yes, he's still alive~

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

+ but the assessment was clear: lost, trespassing, both? And, more importantly—how had he even gotten here?

As he approached, he cleared his throat.
“Are you lost, ser?”
Polite, practiced—but with an unmistakable edge of authority.

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

Dorian absently toyed with the sending crystal hanging at his throat, his thoughts spiraling—again. The last time he'd seen his beloved, he had a full set of limbs...and a half. Now? What if he lost more... That insufferably charming grin, the casual dismissal of Dorian’s +

[Kairos Trevelyan (Parody) @KairosTrevelyan]

walk through the gardens. This seemed longer than the Eluvian trek, the manor not seeming to get closer and yet with each step he could make out more and more of the building.

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

+ first noticed Kairos. Their pruning slowed to a curious halt, eyes flicking toward the unfamiliar figure lingering amidst the greenery. A few beats passed before the head of the staff—a man dressed with impeccable precision, strode forward. His expression remained measured, +

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

Admiring the view with tea~

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

+ had Kairos so thoroughly occupied. Because that was all this was. Nothing worth worrying over.

Absolutely nothing at all.

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

After a few glasses of wine and more pacing through the gardens than he cared to admit, Dorian finally retreated indoors to his study. His fingers idly toyed with the sending crystal, rolling it between them as his mind—traitorous thing that it was—conjured one dreadful +

[Kairos Trevelyan (Parody) @KairosTrevelyan]

he muttered to himself as he approached the eluvian that Morrigan had assured led to the Pavus estates.

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

+ scenario after another, each more ridiculous yet insistent than the last.

He exhaled sharply, steeling himself before trying again, channeling his magic into the crystal to reach his Amatus. He had given him time, after all—ample time to finish whatever pressing matters +

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

+ his voice, for the shared laughter is a persistent ache in his chest. Perhaps... Perhaps he will try again in a little while.

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

+ his heart.

He whispers a hopeful incantation, attempting to connect with Kairos, but the crystal remains stubbornly silent. Prompting a flicker of disappointment to crease his features, but he refused to give up hope... He knows Kairos is likely busy, but the longing for +

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

+ preferable to the suffocating machinations of Tevinter politics, even fighting a blasted dragon!

In the desperate search of comfort, Dorian fiddles with the sending crystal that hangs permantly from his neck, the only other connection he had to the man who possesses +

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

{ @KairosTrevelyan }

Stepping back into the luxurious, yet incredibly suffocating halls of his Minrathous home, with the weight of the Magisterium weighing heavy on his shoulders. The day consisted of persistent political maneuvering and tedious decrees, all under the +

[Dorian Pavus @DashingPavus]

+ attentive gaze of his peers. He finds himself often reminiscing about the simpler times of combating demons and closing rifts, a period when the fate of Thedas was in their hands, together with the Inquisitor leading the way. His Inquisitor, his Amatus. Anything feels +