Date: 2019-11-21 04:49 pm (UTC)
rebelarchivist: (Icarus is flying towards an early grave)
[Well at least they got to more of the meat of it. Dorian takes a long drink from the bottle, Maker he is not nearly drunk enough for this]

Goodness, I wonder why I might have a problem looking at you and remembering what... what I did.

[He'd almost said 'what happened' as if Garrett had been hit by a falling rock instead of... that]

Can you even say you can be in the same room as me with what those things did to me, with the stark reminder that I'm not the Dorian you fell in love with [As much as that hurt to say, his Hawke had never been in love with him, he had been an outlet and a mage he could protect instead of the one he hadn't been able to save. It had been a wonderfully unhealthy relationship, but he wasn't sure either of them had been capable of anything else at the time] literally etched into my damned skin? I'm sure you'd rather forget that I'm not really him, but I don't think that's going to be possible here.

[The scars along the sides of his head are still there after all, he wasn't getting rid of them, and his hair hadn't even grown long enough to fully cover them yet. It would always look strange, even if he were to grow his hair out completely the scars would still be visible as disturbances]
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