For Varlen: 4 and/or 6~
I decided to go with number 4! Varlen to Dorian, sent between Inquisition and Trespasser!
(Written on thick paper, it appears to be a letter inincredibly good condition, found within a locked chest in a manor in Tevinter.Whoever received it went to great lengths to ensure it was preserved).
Vhenan,
It’s been, what, a few weeks now since you left for Tevinter?I don’t know. It feels like a lot longer, to be honest, but… ah, you know whatI mean. I know I said I’d give you some time to settle in, and I did, but Ijust want to tell you about… things. Anything, really. Oh who am I kidding – nothing’sreally changed much around here. Skyhold’s still got weird holes in all thewrong places. Cullen’s still wearing that mantle of his like he’s some kind of two-leggeddruffolo calf. Riv’s good – seems a lot more relaxed now that Corypheus isdealt with, but there’s still a million and one things to do. And Solas to dealwith. I still don’t know what to make of that. Thought he was one of the goodguys, but if he was, why would he up and leave like that? It doesn’t makesense. OH. Sera asked about you! Told me to tell you that “if you start withall that evil blood-magicky nonsense and eatin’ elves for supper and whatnot,don’t come back!” I mean, frankly, I agree on all points, so if you do any ofthose things, do let me know. That way I can inform the desperately waitingpopulace of my renewed status as a strappingbachelor.
Okay. Serious stuff now. I… know you’re busy. Someone’s gotto fix that mess of a Magisterium you’ve got up there, after all, and whobetter than the moustachioed mage who swept me off my very nimble feet? But… look,you’ll tell me if anything happens, right? I know we talked about it before youleft, and I know you agreed, but I just need to make sure you weren’t makingthings up to get me to calm down. So, here’s the deal: I promise to tell you ifI get kidnapped and murdered by angry Venatori, and I’d just like you to showme the same courtesy. Give and take,Dorian - that is the solid foundationupon which our whirlwind romance is built.
Right. Okay, this is getting long. I’ll make this last bitquick: I love you. I know we never said it much when we were together, but Ithink you’d agree that it went withoutsaying. But now that I can’t… showyou… I want to at least tell you in the ever-so-personal form of a letterthat will probably be read by six different sets of eyes before it even reachesyou (hey Leliana – you can skip this last bit, it’s sappy). It’s… not the same without you here, vhenan. Sometimes Iswear I hear you in the morning. You know… riseand shine amatus… You used to love whispering that whenever I slept in.Then occupy me for another hour regardless.If you… ever intend to come back, or settle in enough and let me come to you, just tell me when. You know I’ll bewaiting for your word. I don’t want to make this harder for you than it has tobe. I don’t know if it hurts as much for you as it does for… ah, never mind.You just stay safe, got it? If I get a letter from some Magister sending theircondolences and a few gold pieces as compensation, I will find your body, raiseit from the dead myself, and thenkill you personally for putting methough that kind of emotional trauma!
Ar lath ma, vhenan. Take care of yourself, and teach thoseevil Vints a thing or two about the world outside. (Speaking of which - I’ve enclosed a handkerchief in the envelope. I knowyou like to pretend you don’t have allergies, but keep it with you, because I’mnot there to lend you mine anymore).
--- Varlen (a.k.a. thebest kisser in Thedas, who also happens to have the best hair in Thedas. Yep - you’re missing out, Dorian! Should come back and visit or something. Y’know. Maybe. Just a thought.)