spicyshimmy:

vivienne in orlesian finery like it’s a second skin and dorian in orlesian finery with a private smile that it’s nothing at all like tevinter fashion and varric in orlesian finery, burnished golds that match the rings in his ear and the hair on his chest and bianca in his heart

sera in orelsian finery with little daggers hidden in her corset and cassandra in orlesian finery, standing proud and tall and beautiful in trousers and a brocade vest

solas in orlesian finery with leaves and burrs stuck to his cape and blackwall and the iron bull in orlesian finery (the latter with a fancy eyepatch) drinking tiny glasses of wine in their big hands and betting on who can split their seams first

cole weaving between dancing partners unnoticed, trying to catch sight of his reflection in the polished jewels, only he’s nothing but a cooling breeze that soothes the warm, powdered skin of the dancers on the ballroom floor