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riverviewlogs2018-03-06 11:35 pm
tevinteraltus) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-03-06 11:35 pm
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This is just a friendly game, right...? | Closed
who: Cullen Rutherford (happiertimes) and Dorian Pavus (tevinteraltus)
what: Just a friendly game of Chess...?
when: March 6th; Evening
where: the Guard Barracks because Cullen decided to live there (sigh)
warnings: None as of yet, though Dorian's ego should have a disclaimer
Cullen's text had been a pleasant surprise to say the least, though no one need know he was pleased, after months of solitude with no one but strangers from other worlds for company to have more fellows from home arrive. Iona had been first, of course, and the most welcome. He hadn't felt closer to anyone in his memory than he did her, and her presence was a comfort far more than she probably realized. Now, there had been others of course: Anders, the man who'd caused all the ruckus they'd just cleaned up, and Hawke, though not a Hawke he'd known, but those of the Inner Circle, his dearest friend, and now his Commander...well, the Commander of the Inquisitions Forces at any rate? Welcome to be sure.
That he enjoyed the Commander's company was an added bonus, and had come as a pleasant surprise, considering his previous profession and the Imperium's general stance on mages and their own lackluster Templars. He'd never had occasion to share his own beliefs with the commander on the topic, and he actually wondered how he'd feel about Dorian's ideals. Not that this evening, equipped with a serviceable chess set, and a reasonably price full-bodied red wine, was the one on which to find out. This was to be time spent with, at least as far as Dorian was concerned, a friend. He had precious few of them, and while Cullen was a rather tightly-wound spring most days, Dorian still liked him.
There was something painfully appropriate about learning Cullen had taken up residence at the Guard barracks, but he wasn't expecting the sparseness of the facility as he arrived. Not many people lived here, it seemed. That was, somehow, sad. The common room wasn't too difficult to find, as the array was something like the communal housing he shared with Iona and the others on his floor. He'd even made it a point to be on time, which Cullen should appreciate. Dorian's usually the time to be fashionably late.
Dorian's done a fairly decent job of adapting to "modern" style, though his fashion tastes are still a little more eclectic than mainstream. He arrives dressed down at least, and sets the bottle of wine on a table in the common room of the barracks before casting his gaze around and setting the chess set down as well, and casts a look about for the Commander and his host.
happiertimes) and Dorian Pavus (tevinteraltus)what: Just a friendly game of Chess...?
when: March 6th; Evening
where: the Guard Barracks because Cullen decided to live there (sigh)
warnings: None as of yet, though Dorian's ego should have a disclaimer
Cullen's text had been a pleasant surprise to say the least, though no one need know he was pleased, after months of solitude with no one but strangers from other worlds for company to have more fellows from home arrive. Iona had been first, of course, and the most welcome. He hadn't felt closer to anyone in his memory than he did her, and her presence was a comfort far more than she probably realized. Now, there had been others of course: Anders, the man who'd caused all the ruckus they'd just cleaned up, and Hawke, though not a Hawke he'd known, but those of the Inner Circle, his dearest friend, and now his Commander...well, the Commander of the Inquisitions Forces at any rate? Welcome to be sure.
That he enjoyed the Commander's company was an added bonus, and had come as a pleasant surprise, considering his previous profession and the Imperium's general stance on mages and their own lackluster Templars. He'd never had occasion to share his own beliefs with the commander on the topic, and he actually wondered how he'd feel about Dorian's ideals. Not that this evening, equipped with a serviceable chess set, and a reasonably price full-bodied red wine, was the one on which to find out. This was to be time spent with, at least as far as Dorian was concerned, a friend. He had precious few of them, and while Cullen was a rather tightly-wound spring most days, Dorian still liked him.
There was something painfully appropriate about learning Cullen had taken up residence at the Guard barracks, but he wasn't expecting the sparseness of the facility as he arrived. Not many people lived here, it seemed. That was, somehow, sad. The common room wasn't too difficult to find, as the array was something like the communal housing he shared with Iona and the others on his floor. He'd even made it a point to be on time, which Cullen should appreciate. Dorian's usually the time to be fashionably late.
Dorian's done a fairly decent job of adapting to "modern" style, though his fashion tastes are still a little more eclectic than mainstream. He arrives dressed down at least, and sets the bottle of wine on a table in the common room of the barracks before casting his gaze around and setting the chess set down as well, and casts a look about for the Commander and his host.
