Change Comes
Notes: Eh, it's all random drabbles in the same universe from here on out.
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Dorian had not meant to be caught. It was a simple enough mission. Sneak in, grab the book, sneak out. Leaving no one the wiser to his little pilfering until some poor librarian went to try and find the book he was after. An odd event given the layer of dust he'd had to blow off it. With his skills and his magic the whole thing should have taken less than an hour even with the place being a Templar stronghold.
"Kaffas," Dorian swears softly as he bursts through the door he could have sworn had a window leading out. There's no time to make his own exit. He's still more than a little dizzy from the effects of the Smite that had glanced him when he ran from the library. He spins to confront the sound of boots. He wipes the frustration from his face and gives the Templar a winning smile. "Well, this is rather embarrassing I must admit."
The man is cautious as he enters the room. Sword up and he's taking Dorian as a very serious threat. Dorian curses silently again, because it's always easier to get out of binds like these when he's underestimated.
"Drop your staff and surrender," the man says and Dorian is momentarily surprised by the accent. It's thick and almost burry. A Fereldan in Kirkwall. Not an unheard of thing these days, but Dorian had been under the impression most of them had been kicked very firmly to the worst parts of the city.
He's curious how one wound up in Hightown. Even as a Templar the Fereldens seemed to be sequestered elsewhere. There's more important things to concern himself with though. Like the fact that the man isn't getting close enough for Dorian to lash out with his staff. He's not making the mistake of thinking Dorian can only use magic. Worrying, to say the least.
"Ah, you're the forceful type then," Dorian makes a show of holding his hands up and spreading his fingers. Keeping a hold of his staff with his thumb and index finger. Letting it slowly slide down but not letting go just yet. He smiles charmingly and lets his voice go low and flirty. Not as hard a task as usual, the Templar is rather handsome in his own way. "Shocking really. I wouldn't have taken you for that kind of man."
"What- No!" the words do what nothing else has done. The implications hit the Templar and fluster him. He steps back uneasily and the grip on his sword shifts as he glances away. A brief second but that's all Dorian needs.
The sword falls with a loud clatter as his staff hits the man's wrist with stunning force. He duck and jumps back out of the follow through meant to knock him out, but Dorian doesn't pause. The spell hurts when it leaves his hand, he's forcing too much too soon, and it's enough to stun the man. To drop him to his knees with a sharp cry.
"No? Such a pity, perhaps you like it the other way," Dorian says as he skirts around the man. Unable to resist a last parting quip. Something he knows full well will get him killed one day. "I am quite flexible though. Perhaps another time."
The next door Dorian tries leads to the room he was expecting and he wastes no time diving out of it. Not letting himself pause in his fleeing until he's absolutely sure no one is following him. Not a bad end to his night all told.
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