#( lmk if I need to add anything to make this easier to reply to Varric didn't want to say anything else here ! )

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

( V.arric T.ethras ; continued )

        𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧-𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. He allowed the rest of the group to play the hero in his steed, leaning back in his chair and extending out his legs, hovering an inch above the floor. He sighed and intertwined his fingers over his stomach breathing in the smell of wet pine and a babbling brook nearby. He leaned out of his chair, widening his half-lidded eyes as a cup of tea was placed in front of him. He mumbled his gratitude, reaching forward and savoring the warmth that washed down his throat.

        He had to laugh when she mentioned Chuckles. He was… something else. Varric trusted him, but there was something unsure about him. That was only how he could explain it. ❝ Chuckles won’t mind, but Sparkler--Dorian--might. ❞ He looked over his shoulder and watched as the rest of his group watched over the perimeter, staring into the dark depths of the forest around them for any nasty beings lying in wait. ❝ I think Chuckles will be grateful that you offered him a bed to lay in for the night. He doesn’t mind tents, but there’s nothing better than a proper bed to sleep in. ❞

@miss-polly