Bramen's bookshelves were hardly things he used. When he'd first arrived, they'd been filled with Chantry propaganda as Dorian had called it and the moment the man started spending more time here, he'd promptly cleared out what he deemed filth. It was largely just Dorian's books now along with a few written by Varric and several choice volumes of Genitivi's work - mainly the Chantry scholar's writings on the Fade and magic, things that caught Bramen's eye. Of all the Chantry writings, Dorian seemed to hold Genitivi's with esteem. All the more reason Bramen was pleased to keep them within the man's reach here in his bedchambers.
Though it was true - much of Bramen's room was being taken over by Dorian's own belongings. Though the man had arrived with nothing at all in the South, being part of the Inquisition gave him time to amass all sorts of things. All of his books, trinkets shaped like skulls and dragons, a number of robes and formal wear that all hung next to Bramen's own attire - among a number of other things he kept tucked away from view. Vials of oil, a blindfold, bits of rope - most things that Bramen had admitted to being hesitant about using, shying away from the idea of spicing things up a little more. Maybe tonight though. Maybe.
Bramen didn't waste time in the undercroft though, not with thoughts of Dorian in mind. He could already envision his lover laying their in his bed- their bed, half undressed, the fur blankets cushioned behind him. He could already see that inviting look on Dorian's face, the way the man would urge him to come closer. He kept his chat with Dagna brief, telling her Dorian's reaction to the staff - the idea made her clap her hands, quite eager to see just what the mage could do with it once it was done. He promsied she'd be the first to see him test it out and then bid her and Harritt a farewell. He returned to the main hall and made his way up towards his chambers.
Just as the herald entered his room and began to climb the stairs, a loud caw-! came from the window. One of Leliana's ravens swooped into the room, flying over towards the bed with a letter in its beak. The bird perched down on the headboard, shaking its feathers out as it cawed again, trying to get Dorian's attention. It certainly had Bramen's, the elf standing at the stairs and staring over to the bird. It made almost a purring sound, dropping the letter onto the bed next to Dorian, the red-eyed bird now staring at Dorian, waiting for the mage to accept it.
Bramen moved closer to the bed, clearing his throat a little before holding out his arm for the bird. "Expecting a letter?" he asked, canting his head a little. The bird saw Bramen's arm and took it as a sign to move, jumping and flapping over to the elf, perching there instead. The rogue gave the raven a light scratch under its beak, smoothing the feathers on its chest and eliciting another almost purr from the creature.
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Date: 2015-02-07 02:28 pm (UTC)Though it was true - much of Bramen's room was being taken over by Dorian's own belongings. Though the man had arrived with nothing at all in the South, being part of the Inquisition gave him time to amass all sorts of things. All of his books, trinkets shaped like skulls and dragons, a number of robes and formal wear that all hung next to Bramen's own attire - among a number of other things he kept tucked away from view. Vials of oil, a blindfold, bits of rope - most things that Bramen had admitted to being hesitant about using, shying away from the idea of spicing things up a little more. Maybe tonight though. Maybe.
Bramen didn't waste time in the undercroft though, not with thoughts of Dorian in mind. He could already envision his lover laying their in his bed- their bed, half undressed, the fur blankets cushioned behind him. He could already see that inviting look on Dorian's face, the way the man would urge him to come closer. He kept his chat with Dagna brief, telling her Dorian's reaction to the staff - the idea made her clap her hands, quite eager to see just what the mage could do with it once it was done. He promsied she'd be the first to see him test it out and then bid her and Harritt a farewell. He returned to the main hall and made his way up towards his chambers.
Just as the herald entered his room and began to climb the stairs, a loud caw-! came from the window. One of Leliana's ravens swooped into the room, flying over towards the bed with a letter in its beak. The bird perched down on the headboard, shaking its feathers out as it cawed again, trying to get Dorian's attention. It certainly had Bramen's, the elf standing at the stairs and staring over to the bird. It made almost a purring sound, dropping the letter onto the bed next to Dorian, the red-eyed bird now staring at Dorian, waiting for the mage to accept it.
Bramen moved closer to the bed, clearing his throat a little before holding out his arm for the bird. "Expecting a letter?" he asked, canting his head a little. The bird saw Bramen's arm and took it as a sign to move, jumping and flapping over to the elf, perching there instead. The rogue gave the raven a light scratch under its beak, smoothing the feathers on its chest and eliciting another almost purr from the creature.