A belated present for Daximed!
Baby Dorian during one of his duels with other kids of the Circle, Magister Dorian and his friend Maevaris Tilani
(just some old sketches of Tevinter fashion)
someone: Tevinter is the best country in the world.
Dorian: no it isn’t, it’s fucking terrible. we squander our potential on decadence, corruption, abuse, and refusing to actually acknowledge the possibility of getting our asses kicked by the Qunari or, Maker forbid, being wrong about anything ever.
someone else: Tevinter sucks
Dorian: how fucking dare you. I will kick your ass. let’s go. right here, right now.
Varlen “look at me I’m Fen’harel” Lavellan
Witness how wise and brooding I am.
Is there a story behind Bianca? ─ There’s a story behind everything, Daisy.
Not requested by but nonetheless for fuckyeahvarric.
He’s been called a lot of things, but ‘beloved’ was a first.
“Regardless, he has spirit, and his tutors claim he has almost as much talent as he believes.” - Alexius, in a letter to Halward
I often think about how Dorian feels, when he is performing magic. As a musician I would like to compare it with a trance-like mood. Everything is a bit slower and every detail shines out. His whole body is grounded and every tingle on his skin shows him, that he is completely in his element.