This place never ceases to surprise, [ mahanon agrees, expression warming fondly despite himself. as much as some might complain about solas's personality (he's lost count of the number of times solas and dorian have rubbed one another the wrong way), mahanon's always liked him. and after everything they've been through--
he hesitates a moment, then settles across from the other elf with a murmured apology. he pushes his long braid back over his shoulder, fingers curling together against the edge of the table. for a few moments, mahanon is silent, glance flicking over the other man again. he hasn't survived this long, particularly as inquisitor, by being unobservant, and it's not difficult to see that solas seems.. different. a part of it, he's certain, has to do with the fact that mahanon is clearly not the inquisitor he knows.. but there's the armour, naturally, and something-- something in his expression, maybe, or his body language.. the way he holds himself.
realizing he's staring, he clears his throat, feeling his ears go a little hot at the points. the anchor aches today, and he rubs a knuckle absently into his palm as he shifts. ]
I'm sorry to say that the humans here have extremely strange notions about what elves should be. [ though solas might better fit the idea than mahanon, given his greater height and the gravity that surrounds him. ] It's not terrible, though, if we must be away from Thedas. Some of the others are here. [ his lips quirk, a little self-conscious. ] .. And there's me, of course. Is the inquisitor you know also named Mahanon?
'and also his everything' is too accurate
he hesitates a moment, then settles across from the other elf with a murmured apology. he pushes his long braid back over his shoulder, fingers curling together against the edge of the table. for a few moments, mahanon is silent, glance flicking over the other man again. he hasn't survived this long, particularly as inquisitor, by being unobservant, and it's not difficult to see that solas seems.. different. a part of it, he's certain, has to do with the fact that mahanon is clearly not the inquisitor he knows.. but there's the armour, naturally, and something-- something in his expression, maybe, or his body language.. the way he holds himself.
realizing he's staring, he clears his throat, feeling his ears go a little hot at the points. the anchor aches today, and he rubs a knuckle absently into his palm as he shifts. ]
I'm sorry to say that the humans here have extremely strange notions about what elves should be. [ though solas might better fit the idea than mahanon, given his greater height and the gravity that surrounds him. ] It's not terrible, though, if we must be away from Thedas. Some of the others are here. [ his lips quirk, a little self-conscious. ] .. And there's me, of course. Is the inquisitor you know also named Mahanon?