I haven’t been able to work on this all week while finishing up commissions, but since my commissions list is getting shorter I hope to get some work done on it this weekend :3
Walking through the doors he shrugged off his damp overcoat; the roaring fire in the center of the building warming him instantly. The tavern was bustling with people, most likely escaping the poor weather outside.
“Chuckles, I never expected to find you back here. Come in to check out the festivities?”
Solas glanced over to find Varric at a table near the entrance; notebook and quill in hand.
“Festivities? I was not aware of one. What is the occasion being celebrated?”
He directed his attention to where the largest cluster of bodies were and noticed that some event indeed seemed to be in the process of being set up. The Iron Bull and his Chargers appeared to be organizing the majority of it, with the dwarven sapper balancing precariously on Bull’s horns to hang a string of colorful flowers onto the wooden posts. The others busied themselves by sampling a variety of alcoholic beverages while the bartender watched with distaste.
“Those two elves of Tiny’s are getting hitched tomorrow,” Varric chuckled, picking up a smoking pipe next to him and puffing.
“I thought you had given up smoking, Master Tethras?” Solas observed, taking a seat at his table. Varric raised his eyebrows slightly as he did so, but otherwise did not comment on it, instead blowing out a perfect ring of smoke.
“It’s not elfroot, if that’s what you mean. Need to keep my head clear with all this shit going down. Just good old Dwarven tobacco for me, from now on.”
“I see. So there is to be a wedding tomorrow then, I gather?”
“Yeah; or whatever you elves call it. I think Dalish called in a bonding ceremony? All I know is that I am here for young love. And the open bar,” he guffawed.
“How accommodating of you,” Solas responded with a hint of a smile on his face.
“Speaking of young love, you and Ashes, eh?”
The smile died on his face.
“I assure you-”
“Don’t try to deny it, Chuckles. Everyone knows you and the Inquisitor have been making doe eyes at each other ever since we got to Skyhold.”
“Everyone does now? And I am sure you had nothing to do with spreading those rumors.”
“Gossip travels fast in a place like this.” He took a deep drag on the pipe before continuing. “And besides, I think it’s great for you kids. Everyone needs a bit of distraction for the better with ancient blighted magisters running amok.”
“It is a private matter, child of the stone,” He responded stiffly.
Varric laughed again at the dour look on his face.
“Chuckles, please, I’m trying to help you! She’s going to be here for the ceremony tomorrow, right? All I’m saying is, it’s a very romantic opportunity for you both. Consider it!”
“She turns, embarrassed by her boldness. No, no no. She must not feel that way; skin against skin, a burst of heat not felt in ages. I want, I want, I want-”
Solas closed his eyes. “Cole, that is unnecessary.”