( during that week, dorian has passing thoughts about cullen's question and if anything was answered in the books provided. since he hears nothing more, he assumes there was at least a little something.
when a presence is felt, dorian does ignore it at first. many people hover around the shelves. most not sure if they want to interrupt him or just try and fumble through on their own. though, with cullen's recognizable tone dorian actually puts down what he's reading instead of being a jerk. )
( dorian takes the book, though doesn't move to put it back on the shelves or nearby table. he looks at cullen, quiet for once, and his eyes are searching. there's something still a little strange about all this. though, he knows better than to outright push. )
You're quite welcome. Although, you needn't have rushed this back so soon. No one's been in need of it.
( his arms shift behind his back. both hands gently hold the boom between them. there aren't too many loitering around right now. and, thankfully plenty give dorian a wide berth. so, he finds there's safety in asking just for a little more. )
You know, I'll be waiting a few weeks for a shipment from Orlais to continue my own research. If you require assistance in your journey for this mysterious lyrium project of yours, all you need is to say the word.
It was on my mind. And well...I'll admit it might've gotten buried under paperwork if I left it.
[ who knows when he would've unearthed it. maybe months later. there's also the added benefit of having been able to take a walk; the Inquisitor was always wondering if he took breaks. this time he could successfully fend off that question with an affirmative. ]
What? [ real smooth ] I, uh. Please, you needn't go to such measures. I would hardly like to take up whatever free time you may have.
[ it already weighs on him that he had to tell Cassandra and the Inquisitor. they needed to know, of course. Cassandra to watch him and the Inquisitor because they deserved to know. he is hesitant to say anything to anyone else, although that's more out of frustration of how much his condition plagued him than anything else. ]
( something fishy is afoot. for a man who's expressionless so dorian can't often tell by look alone what he'll be up to across the chess board, he's a terrible liar. what dorian can't tell is why he's denying the help. he'd like to think it's not personal, but minds always wander.
well, one more attempt. if he's turned down, he'll not offer again. contrary to what many believe of him, dorian isn't a complete idiot and can take no for an answer. )
It's hardly a length of measure at all. As you know, the Inquisitor is headed off to the Storm Coast for dragon hunting. Dancing in the rain, ( he dismissively waves his hand. ) or what have you. Thankfully, I'm not going on that little trip. My time is yours, should you care to make use of it.
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when a presence is felt, dorian does ignore it at first. many people hover around the shelves. most not sure if they want to interrupt him or just try and fumble through on their own. though, with cullen's recognizable tone dorian actually puts down what he's reading instead of being a jerk. )
No, not at all.
( he gets up from his chair with a smile. )
What can I help you with?
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I came to return this. I've, ah... I've still some of the others, but wanted to give this back when I had the chance.
[ he shifts a little, from foot to foot. the library is not as familiar to him and he feels a bit out of place. ]
And I wanted to thank you again, for going out of your way. I don't know if I'll find any answers– though I feel I'm getting closer, perhaps.
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You're quite welcome. Although, you needn't have rushed this back so soon. No one's been in need of it.
( his arms shift behind his back. both hands gently hold the boom between them. there aren't too many loitering around right now. and, thankfully plenty give dorian a wide berth. so, he finds there's safety in asking just for a little more. )
You know, I'll be waiting a few weeks for a shipment from Orlais to continue my own research. If you require assistance in your journey for this mysterious lyrium project of yours, all you need is to say the word.
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[ who knows when he would've unearthed it. maybe months later. there's also the added benefit of having been able to take a walk; the Inquisitor was always wondering if he took breaks. this time he could successfully fend off that question with an affirmative. ]
What? [ real smooth ] I, uh. Please, you needn't go to such measures. I would hardly like to take up whatever free time you may have.
[ it already weighs on him that he had to tell Cassandra and the Inquisitor. they needed to know, of course. Cassandra to watch him and the Inquisitor because they deserved to know. he is hesitant to say anything to anyone else, although that's more out of frustration of how much his condition plagued him than anything else. ]
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well, one more attempt. if he's turned down, he'll not offer again. contrary to what many believe of him, dorian isn't a complete idiot and can take no for an answer. )
It's hardly a length of measure at all. As you know, the Inquisitor is headed off to the Storm Coast for dragon hunting. Dancing in the rain, ( he dismissively waves his hand. ) or what have you. Thankfully, I'm not going on that little trip. My time is yours, should you care to make use of it.