Sweet pea
sweet pea- delicate pleasures
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Leliana found Mordred where she had expected to find him when his tower room yielded emptiness: curled up in a corner of the aviary, protected from possible bird shit projectile by having situated himself under a wide shelf nailed into the wall, bending wires with a pair of pliers.
“Is this your new hidey-hole?” she asked pleasantly, making sure to tap her feet aplenty into the floor so he wouldn’t get startled.
Mordred peered up at her with a dirty look. “Shush. Y’know I can’t stay in my damn room anymore. Everyone decided to make it a crossroad inn or something, always knocking on the door like they’re checking to see if I’m still alive.”
“So you decided to move shop into my aviary,” Leliana said lightly. Hands tucked behind her back, she wandered to stand in front of the hideout and bent down, peering in with a smile. “Is there room for one more, Mister Hermit?”
