dorian .
❝ —— I’ve come to realize, during my time in the south, that I have been remarkably closed minded, ❞ in all of his life he had never once believed that he would come to this point. Then again, not so very long ago he had never imagined that he would ever leave Tevinter beyond brief visits elsewhere, whether for business or pleasure. Yet life has changed : for him / for all. And he supposes that it is only natural that as life changes, perspective changes. ❝ Particularly in regards to slavery, ❞ ah, yes, the dreaded S-WORD. He remembers when the topic was first broached with her and that feels like a lifetime away but regardless of how it may feel that way, that is hardly reality. ❝ You likely don’t want to hear it, and for that I would hardly blame you, but I would like to apologize, for my own ignorance, ❞ his head dips, just so : he respects her, for all that they have not always seen perfectly eye-to-eye.
mislyn is not looking at him . she looks instead to her own hands , curling slowly where they lie in her lap . she is tense jawed , fidgeting . ❛ so i’m in no danger of being clapped in irons & hauled off to tevinter in the middle of the night ? i’m thrilled . ❜ her voice is sudden & sharp ; she too , is a creature of pride . beneath the instinct to bite back , it is an apology she would like to accept with open arms , if only she ever learned how to forgive . she can still try , she thinks . always, she can try . her hands unfurl & finally , she lifts her head to him — not quite a smile , but a far more pleasant expression than the almost perpetual frown she wears more often than not these days . ❛ you were wrong , dorian , but it’s good that you see it . i’m certain there aren’t many others that will ; that think treating their slaves kindly makes them good . ❜
cullen’s made me laugh honestly
cullen: h-
lyn: oh FUCK ME did i ASK do i give a FUCK