Unlike No Other (DA:I FANFIC)
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  • Reads 3,016
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 2h 44m
Ongoing, First published Feb 25, 2019
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((Hit 🥇1st place🥇 in the dorianpavus tag on April 16th, 2019))
((This is a Dorian x male Inquisitor cause.. yeet.  so I'm going to say this now. I'm terrible at these and I played as a female during the game so I don't know the dialogue as well and this is awkward for me 😂 bare with me please. once i get the hang of this story it'll improve, hopefully))

The dew on the stone barriers of the balcony, the early sun was rising. Casting its bright light over the mountains, it was rare for you to wake up early enough to watch the sunrise. The missions you go on and all the blood shed make you want to sleep it all away, sleep until the send someone for you, or sleep until you hear arguing between someone and Dorian or Bull being to wild after a few pints at the Tavern. You sigh, feeling the world around you wake up. You lean over the barrier and hang your head down, The birds began their songs and you heard the door leading into your chamber open and closed softly.

"Your W-Worship," a scout squeaked out, "The War Council has sent me to tell you that they are having an meeting, they did not tell me what about, but i'm assuming important inquisition business." You heard her laugh nervously. You turn to face her, she was a quite small and thin to be in the Inquisition, but you needed all the people you could get. She darted her face away from you. 
"Thank you, Scout...?" 
"E-Elissa." She flustered a little, saluted, and dashed away. 

You look at the mountain sides basing in the warm light one last time before you sigh and head towards the War Room.
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