[Varric noticed the man before he even moved over. For a moment, he was troubled by the man's face, noticing lines and grays he almost forgot about. His heart seemed to skip a beat, an aching reminder of how tantalizingly close Anders, this Anders, was to making what the dwarf thought to be his biggest mistake ever.]
[He looked back down to his work, scratching out a few more things on the paper before letting out a deep sigh. His gaze drifted back up, meeting the golden stare from his companion. At first, he didn't even notice the item clutched in his hand. It was only after the mage spoke that his gaze fell once again.]
For me?
[Varric reached out, fingers brushing over the tip of the pencil before he paused.]
Don't you have some thousand-page mage rights speech to write?
no subject
[He looked back down to his work, scratching out a few more things on the paper before letting out a deep sigh. His gaze drifted back up, meeting the golden stare from his companion. At first, he didn't even notice the item clutched in his hand. It was only after the mage spoke that his gaze fell once again.]
For me?
[Varric reached out, fingers brushing over the tip of the pencil before he paused.]
Don't you have some thousand-page mage rights speech to write?