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“So,” Dorian started. “You and Inquisitor Adaar.”
“What of it?” Solas asked, not bothering to look at the mage.
“Does that… Work well?”
“About as well as you and The Iron Bull, I suspect.” Solas quipped back.
“Ah..” A wide grin curled across Dorian's face. “Very well, then.”
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Varric: "So.... Chuckles."
Solas: "Yes, Varric?"
Varric: "The Inquisitor?"
Solas: "What about him?"
Varric: "You two seem... Well acquainted?"
Solas: "I've been here since the beginning, I should hope so."
Varric: "Come on, you know what I mean. I'm trying to be discreet here."
Solas: "And failing miserably."
Varric: "Well, are you?"
Solas: "You seem to have your own ideas of our relationship, you tell me."
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".... Thank you, Sera." Solas said, refusing to make eye contact with her.
"What? No, wait, stop. That's not how this works. I hate your dumb face and you don't like me 'cause I'm not all elfy or whatever, don't ruin it with friggin thank yous."
"Very well, then. Be quicker next time."
"Protect yourself, next time." She said in a mocking tone, snorting through giggles.
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“Hey, egg head!” Sera shouted, her voice carrying out through the rotunda. She snorted at the way the atmosphere tensed, Solas taking a moment to gather the last of his thoughts before turning to face her and the Inquisitor.
Adaar smiled, already easing the mood with his presence alone. Leave it to him to bring impossible people together.
“Vhenan.” Solas smiled at Adaar, his tone dropping with his smile as his attention turned to the rogue. “ Sera .” He sincerely doubted that they were here to talk about the fade, or spirits, or anything of real importance. “Can I help you?”
“Only if you get that stick out of your arse.” Sera said, Adaar’s hand hitting the back of her head. “Ow, hey!! Inky over here says you’ve been stressed. He wants you to be unstressed.”
Something told him that if Sera was involved, that wouldn’t be happening.
“So, I came up with a wicked good prank! And uh. I guess you can come and help if you promise not to ruin it with all your dumb elfy shite.”
“No.”
“Pfffff, you suck! C’mon, let’s go-” Sera turned on her heel, locking her arm with Adaar’s. He didn’t even budge, effortlessly pulling her back. He was easily over twice her height.
“Just this once, if it’s not fun, I’ll make it up to you.” Adaar smiled despite the fact that Solas narrowed his eyes at him, full of skepticism and doubt.
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It felt like an eternity had passed by the time he heard an army of footsteps outside his door, followed by a loud couple of knocks. “Soraan?” Cassandra called out. “May we come in?”
“No.” Was his hesitant response, trying harder to get himself under control.
That went to hell when Cassandra kicked the door down, wood splintering as the door swung hard against the wall. She seemed to feel guilty about the action, but was confident it was the right thing to do nonetheless.
“Kaffas, woman!” Dorian gave Cassandra a look, but followed her anyway.