minor injury meme.

[estivates]

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

Comments

[pavus_redemit]

You seem like the sort of mage who gets into fist fights. No offense, but I think it's a Ferelden trait.

[The bruise adds character to his face. It's a nice face. Dorian's enjoyed spending time with it.]

The only downside is that he makes constant staff jokes. I don't think I need to elaborate on that.

[Hawke is a mage. He knows what sort of staff jokes Bull makes. Dorian has heard them all and is tired of them.]

[championmage]

None taken. It definitely is.

[Especially when it's him and Carver.

Hawke winces suddenly and eyes him sidelong.]

Oh, you don't like phallic staff jokes? But I had a great one right on the tip of my tongue and everything.

[pavus_redemit]

[Dorian laughs then smirks at Hawke, one eyebrow raised.] A joke or a staff, because one I'm very interested in hearing about.

[And he's flirting with the Champion of Kirkwall. Dorian has done some rather crazy things in his lifetime but this probably tops the list. Varric may kill him. He's very protective of his friend.]

[championmage]

Either or, depending on what time it is and how much I've had to drink.

[Man, it's fun to flirt again after all these years of slinking around in taverns and caves and hiding from the Chantry. Not that he didn't do any flirting in the interim, but it's infinitely better when you're sure the other person definitely doesn't work for the Chantry.]

Ah, but you're clearly interested in the joke, aren't you?

[pavus_redemit]

Oh dear, I may have to get you drunk now.

[The chances of Dorian working for the Chantry are as likely as Hawke working for Corypheous.]

I love a good staff [He doesn't even add anything to this. He means it. He loves a well craft mage staff and male staffs. In for a penny, in for a pound, he knows no other way to be really.]

[championmage]

[He laughs and shakes his head.] When we get back to Skyhold, I'm taking you up on that.

And after, you can certainly have a look, if you're so inclined.

[He'll keep it down, not to worry about Varric! Or... Cassandra, for that matter.]

[pavus_redemit]

Oh, I'm inclined. A bit surprised but pleasantly so. Varric never mentioned this about you.

[Perhaps Varric keeps secrets for the Champion besides his location and what he's been up to all these years. Cassandra is more likely to hurt Dorian for sullying her precious Champion.]

[championmage]

Amazingly, Varric actually can mind his own business about some things. Or, well... not spread them around, at least.

[The Champion being a notorious flirt being one of them.

He looks fairly amused with himself for the most part.]

Life is short, I figure. Might as well enjoy yourself when the opportunity presents itself. [Especially when you're a fugitive apostate blah blah blah blah Hawke.]

[pavus_redemit]

Hm, perhaps I can trust him with the answer to certain questions after all.

[Being a flirt is one thing. Dorian is a flirt, but his preference is undeniably men.

The amusement makes Dorian smile, a genuine one which is rare indeed.]

The life of a hero is usually even shorter. So far, you've done well surviving your title.

[championmage]

He told me himself he's bad at writing smutty scenes.

[Particularly when they star his BFF. Erotic friend fiction is not Varric's forte and Hawke had never been more relieved to learn such a thing.]

I can't tell if it boils down to actual survival skills or luck. And if it's luck, I can't tell if it's good or bad.

[He shrugs, leaning back against the pillar behind him.]

It is what it is, I suppose.

[pavus_redemit]

Oh, believe me, I know. I read Swords and Shields on Cassandra's recommendation and it was terrible. I have no idea why she likes it so much.

[He reaches into one of the pouches on his belt and pulls out druffalo jerky. He holds out a strip to Hawke. It will get them through one night away from camp.]

I would rather be lucky than good. Luckily, I'm both.

[There are times when Dorian almost believes what he says.]