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For: @justjasper

Prompt: misunderstanding angst with happy ending

From @chicaaago

Orlesian parties were suppose to be amazing, or so Dorian had heard. He expected even better than what the gossip alluded to from a ball held by the Empress of Orlais herself, but he was, unfortunately, disappointed by the reality.

Perhaps the entire thing would be more enjoyable if the Inquisition was here simply for the party, and not to uncover some grand assassination plot. At the very least, Dorian was sure he’d be having a better time if the party-goers would stop mumbling behind his back. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard it all before, but it was insulting that they thought he couldn’t hear them “whispering” a mere two feet away.

What would really make this evening enjoyable, however, was if he could talk to Bull. With the whole assassin thing, Dorian was instructed to keep a watchful eye over the garden, while Bull was stationed in the Hall of Heroes. He was only a few yards away, Dorian could probably go talk with him and keep an eye on the garden if they left the connecting door open, but he’d hate to be caught away from his station by the Inquisitor. She, as any good friend would, came checking on him every fifteen minutes or so, and as nice as it was to speak to a friend, it made slacking off hard.

“A Tevinter? In the Inquisition? Are they not worried about where his loyalties truly lay?” One man gasped behind a gloved hand. Little did he know that hiding your words behind your hand hardly helped when you were speaking at a normal volume.

“Oh I’m sure the Inquisitor would be able to handle him, should he turn out to be a spy. She’s a Trevelyan, after all. Quite the family, even if they are from the Free Marches.” At least this one had the common decency to lower his voice somewhat.

“‘Should’? Oh he most certainly is a spy, just look at him! And I heard that he’s been sleeping his way through-”

It was at this point that Dorian decided he had had enough, “Gentlemen, if I really was a spy, then perhaps you should know better than to have this conversation an arm’s length away?” He turned towards the nobles, who narrowed their eyes behind their painted masks and marched off. Dorian relaxed somewhat, though the words still clung to his mind. Nothing unusual.

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