[open] the dating game!

[ohhmrburnsides]

who: magnus burnsides, cisco ramon and you!
what: some blind dates!
when: throughout november
where: throughout riverview
warnings: will update as needed!

[ Since his friend with benefits went and got himself a For-Real Boyfriend, Magnus has been just a little bit lonely. It’s really not a big deal; it wasn’t anything serious. However, one of his friends is taking it upon himself to remedy Magnus’s loneliness.

That friend is Cisco.

He’s making it his responsibility to make Magnus’s life a little happier… by playing matchmaker. You might get a call or a text from Cisco asking if you’re up for a blind date. He might not even tell you it’s supposed to be a date. However he convinces you to get out of the house, you’re going to find a (possibly confused) Magnus Burnsides when you arrive. Maybe you’ll have a good time. Maybe you won’t. ]

( If this is something that interests you—for good times or bad—feel free to contact Magnus mun at aldigrocery or Cisco mun at platoapproved! We’ll be happy to set up a scenario. )

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[tevinteraltus]

[As his order of wine was never actually ordered when their kind waiter, obviously well compensated, or at least very good at his craft, arrives at the table, Dorian finally requests that bottle of red, "the good stuff", he reiterates, then suggests the rest will need a moment before turning back to his unlikely dinner date.

Date. Dorian realizes, quickly, he's never actually had one of those. Oh, certainly, his father had seen to it he'd spent a dinner or ten with his betrothed, but that ended rather abruptly when Dorian had informed his father under no circumstances did he have any intention of entering into an arranged marriage with such a boorish woman or a woman at all. They were, after all, beautiful beyond measure but...not for him, and if they were it would not be that one.]

Honestly, I'm not sure. "Francisco" is a common enough name in Antiva, a nation on my homeworld, and I simply assume...I knew a man from Antiva once named Franchez...and possibly... [He shakes his head.] Regardless, I digress. [But that stammer of his, and the clothing...though he was reminded of a certain hulking lummox of a man from back home as well, who looked horribly out of place in any sort of shirt, let alone one considered fashionable. That one, though, didn't stumble over himself quite as adorable as this one seemed to. That was endearing...and dangerous.]

Are you so lonely, then, that Cisco would see fit to trick an innocent bystander into sharing your company for the evening? You don't seem overly distraught, but I suppose you could be a good actor. [He stroked the tuft of hair on his chin thoughtfully.] What is it you do, anyway, Magnus? That is the sort of talk in which we're to engage if this is to be a proper date, isn't it?

[ohhmrburnsides]

Maybe that is his name... [He mutters to himself curiously about Cisco, but cuts himself off from that. This isn't the time or the place. He'll bug Cisco about it later.]

I'm not lonely, [he insists, even if it isn't a hundred precent true.] Cisco's making assumptions. But he's just trying to be helpful. I guess. [Even if he's talking smack about Cisco, he's still endeared by his friend's good will.]

I'm a carpenter. I build buildings n' stuff. But I'm more interested in furniture, honestly. I was thinking I might start a business when I save up a little money. Oh—and sometimes I carve stuff! I like to make little wooden animals. Like little duckies.

[He always gets just a little carried away when he talks about his woodwork.]

What about you?

[tevinteraltus]

It could well be, yes... [Not that Dorian felt it was a very big deal at the moment, but it was a conversation at least and that seemed to have been Cisco's point all along. A part of Dorian felt bad for Magnus, though he was also a little envious of the man. He'd never let it be known how lonely he was, how much he missed his homeland, or even the drafty keep of Skyhold, or the people who called it home, but that didn't mean he didn't think of it every day. Even Magnus here was causing a pang of homesickness in the mage, but he pressed a smile through the dreary thoughts clouding his mind and remained focused on the conversation at hand.]

Ah, I see. A skilled craftsman can always find a place in any society. [He cracks a slight smile at his description, though.] Do you make these things for children?

[And at Magnus' question, he smiles proudly.] I am a researcher, an Enchanter, an explorer of magical theory, an archivist, and...currently trying to save the world from itself. [He holds up a hand.] And I realize that all sounds rather grand, but we are an army. I am only one.

(OOC: Sorry for the delay! Crazy holiday prep is crazy.)

[ohhmrburnsides]

Oh, absolutely. I love kids! [Magnus has given some of his work out to kids he'd met on his mission, and remembering their faces always made him smile.]

Y'know, that's not entirely different from my situation. Before I got here I was kind of trying to save... the universe? [He hopes that doesn't doesn't sound like he's trying to one-up Dorian. He doesn't mean to.] But I'm not super good at any of the magic stuff. I'm more the muscle of my group.

[Until this point, Magnus had only been trying to play along with this whole date thing to the slightest degree, but being in the atmosphere long enough gets to him. On the word "muscle," he casts a knowing glance down at his burly frame, and even lifts his arms a little bit to show it off. He sure is a strongboy.]

[tevinteraltus]

I see. [Dorian has never had much interaction with children as a whole, though he was, at one point in his life, expected to produce at least one of his own. He, of course, had no interest in such things, and the idea of actually having one had never actually occurred to him until just this moment.] Do you want children? [It was an honest question, too. He'd never really given it any thought.]

You know, after you've finished with saving the universe, that is. It's rather time-consuming, in my experience. [He smiles broadly, his olive eyes moving over Magnus' frame appreciatively.] That you are, and they are lucky to have you, from the look of it. Not everyone is gifted in the ways of magic, and we all need a strapping warrior with a sharpened bit of steel between us and the bad guys while we do it.

[He leaned back, tapping his chin thoughtfully as his smile turned a bit suggestive. This was a "date" after all, albeit an impromptu one he most likely never would have agreed to otherwise.] You know, in my homeland "Magnus" means large.

[ohhmrburnsides]

Isn’t it a little early to be asking about kids? This is only our first date. [It comes off jokingly, mostly, considering this “date” was a setup anyway.] Haven’t thought about it yet. I wasn’t sure how long saving the universe was gonna take, so it was never really an option. And right now I’m just trying to chill. But I guess, like, eventually I’ll consider it.

[Magnus eats up the praise. He’s still not sure what to make of Dorian just yet, but the guy is boosting his ego, and that’s certainly a plus.]

Thank you. See? At least someone appreciates all the effort us strong boys put into our work. We’re necessary! [A big laugh.] I'm gonna go ahead and take "large" as a compliment. What about “Dorian”? That mean anything?

[tevinteraltus]

"First"? [Dorian chuckled, leaning back in his chair, relaxing a bit. He had to admit, he'd never actually been on a date, per say, and he wasn't precisely certain he'd enjoy it, and yet the more they spoke, the more they were, or at least he was, and without the forced interaction of betrothal, either.

That being said, of course, he'd have to talk to Cisco about this arrangement. He could have simply asked. Magnus wasn't...trying to impress. He was earnest, friendly, kind by the sound of it, and simply...himself, and those were things Dorian appreciated more than anything. He'd grown up around fake people. Honesty was a rare commodity.

It also helped that Magnus was painfully attractive, but half of that was his own nonchalance.]

Oh, I certainly do. Us mages need someone to stand tall and intimidating between us and the bad guys while we work on setting them on fire. [But he wasn't one to play easy to get, either.] Oh, it certainly does. "A gift", in a manner of speaking. [And he raised his chin, much like a strutting peacock.] Aptly named, obviously.