( + ) than one party, or even race. Everyone has to be on board with it as well. Otherwise, things won't change and Thedas will continue remaining the same. Even with your hard work and your efforts." Said Dorian as he sipped on his wine.

( + ) dalish people also seeking for change or even accepting it. You have some who hold prejudice towards humans for just simply being human. As much as I don't necessarily blame your people for feeling the way they do, they too can't hold on to their old ways. Change is brought on by more ( + )

"Of course~." He'd finish off what remained of his quiche as Davrien spoke, nodding once more and sat his fork down on the empty plate. Dorian dabbed at his lip and crossed his leg over the other. "Well, this isn't just about humans accepting elves, amatus. This equally has to effect the ( + )

( + ) who wouldn't be accepting of that change or agree to the terms. Your people have to equally be open to change."

( + ) perhaps even a better reputation due to your leadership, you can't force others to accept it. Even city elves hold prejudice toward the dalish. It's no different to my homeland. You can easily bring up the idea of elves being treated better, or even gaining their freedom; there are still ( + )

( + ) to your people, and the actions that were brought about your clan - It would be understandable if they chose to outcast me or hold some prejudice toward me. I wouldn't necessarily blame them, much would I hold it against them." He'd continue. "As for making a new name for your people, ( + )

( + ) something you want to do, you'll have my support." He took another bite of his quiche, another dab of his lip and lifted up his wine glass in between his fingers. "Undoubtedly, I wouldn't be entirely surprised if it were the ladder. Being as my people have been a constant danger ( + )

( + ) problems, but it's a life I don't want for myself. I don't want the dreariness that comes from it. But, even so - Our lives are quite different in that aspect. Even if Deshanna and your other clan mates want that for you, it's a decision on you can make for yourself. If that's ( + )

Another nod from the altus. "Yes. While that is a prospect for many years later, that is something you'll need to consider. Even if it's beyond what things are now, you'll need to decide if that's the sort of life you want for yourself. My answer came easily for me. I do know Tevinter has it's ( + )

I would describe myself in more than just one word, my dear.

|| These are probably the best photo's I've taken of Dorian. 👌🏽

( + ) either. While you would be happy to have your clan's approval, it wouldn't change much of anything between you and I - What we have. Once all of this is over, I would like to see your clan mates. I suppose, see what day to day life was for you and the simplicity that you had."

( + ) than the constant thought of war. Being judge and even jury, no less. It's safe to say that I don't envy your position." He'd continue. "I could care less of what my parents think. Much that I've given it much thought of what they would say or even jest. You don't necessarily care ( + )

Dorian sighed through his nose, and cut into his quiche. As Davrien spoke, he took a bite, nodding and sat his fork down to dab at his lip. "We all wish for simpler times, my dear. Given the circumstances, and your position - It's quite understandable why you would crave for simpler things ( + )

Goodnight folks & sweet dreams 💜

𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑛, 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 & 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑. 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑎𝑤𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠.

Logic and reasoning go hand and hand with one another. Some, well... They don't necessarily have the tacked for it. These are still new to you, and may take time. Though, I suppose it would be considered relearning, rather than it being new.

( + ) return. Not saying you'd leave me, rather - Rediscover your roots in a different manner. I suppose more freedom than what you had before." Said the altus.

( + ) if the others accept me or not - It's still not an easy choice to leave everything you know behind. Your position as the Inquisitor is temporary, but there is still a life you want to go back to. I know you say otherwise. But, even I know, there is still a piece of you that wants to ( + )

( + ) hold of the elf's hand. "As you mentioned, we were children in those earlier days. Opinions could've easily changed since then. Or her words of advice encouraged your clan to have a change of heart. It's their choice of whatever they decide. While I do know you'd choose me, regardless ( + )

( + ) myself. Given that I'm from Tevinter, no less, it would be harder to accept our relationship and what we have. Although, I've dealt with my own lack of support involving my life, or even so much as accepting my sexuality." Dorian leaned back, pressing against the wooden chair, and kept ( + )

The altus reached his hand across the table, and held Davrien's hand with his own. He'd listen, massaging his thumb over his knuckles, and sighed in response to him with a nod that soon followed. "I'm not surprised by your response. In truth, it is a rather difficult discussion I've had with ( + )

That depends who you ask.

Normally, it's a battle of wits, naturally. But, it can be used in a way to test your strategy in the act of war. Depending on the decisions you make, will depend who is the victor in the end.

|| In the games, Dorian is very cheeky. As for the devil part? Well, I figured it was very fitting for him.

Happy 80th Birthday to the legendary Tim Curry! 🖤

Goodnight folks & sweet dreams 💜

𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑛, 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 & 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠, 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡.

( + ) always have an unwarranted opinion; right or wrong - It doesn't make a difference." He continued. "I'm a human from Tevinter. The very people who have caused yours so much pain, and alone, trauma. Aren't you worried about what they may think?"

( + ) on the table. "I am rather curious, Davrien." He'd take hold of his fork, and cut into the quiche. "Suppose I've been curious about it all the more lately. While I do love what we have, aren't you concerned what your clan may think. Hanlen is an entirely different scenario. An ex, will ( + )

The altus nodded as he kept hold of his wine glass, tucked in between his fingers and his hand under his pit. "Naturally~." Said Dorian. "Any evening shared with me, makes it all the more entertaining. Less dull, with my company." Chuckled from his nose, another sip and sat his glass down ( + )

I'll do it as much as you like~.

Goodnight folks & Sweet dreams 💜

𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑦𝑎𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚.