((OOC : Dunno where these were supposed to be going into. They just felt like popping out. Also, i miss posting in this tumblr. Have some random Jowan bits.))

Alright, alright settle down. Mister Ghent put that away or Enchanter Grebble will be seeing that, put it away. Miss Layla please put your hand down I haven’t even started the class yet.

Alright sprogs, today we’re doing we’re doing the burn potion. The ingredients and instructions are on the board, pair up and go on and fetch them… Mister Ghent please help young Troy up, there’s a lad. Very funny Mister Lysander, but if you ‘burn’ your burn potion it won’t be as funny as your glib response.

We’re all going to be dealing with a lot of tea tree oils so I don’t want any horseplay going on, yes Lysander I am looking squarely at you… Yes miss Layla this counts towards your final scores. Go on then. Mind you all, if you bugger this up, you will be smelling of tea tree for the next few days and no I am not making this up.

Equal portions for the potion Mister Troy, otherwise it will not blend together all that well. We’ll be doing this to help with the stocks for the infirmary so be meticulous in your potion making, you wouldn’t want to be in the infirmary for a burn and get a dodgy batch would you? There you go Mister Troy, carefully and slowly.

Fantastic work Mister Ghent, strip that bark off and expose the under flesh. Beautiful work, it smells heavenly…oop. Maker’s breath. Ghent be careful with that, don’t get cocky just because I complimented you.

Slow even strokes Lysander. Slow and even. You don’t want to be hitting your fingers rather than the bark would you?

Good work there Miss Layla…but I think you put in the ash root a little too early, the potion is supposed to look like a clear goopy thing, not pink. Here…add this…mix it, yes like that…see now we’re back to the clear goop. Little thicker than we’d like but it’s passable. Please don’t cry, you’re doing alright, breathe dear girl. Tears will only react with the potion, here you go.

Looking impressive there. All smelling right and looking clear and goopy…Mister Damien if you would stop playing with your eel you’ll notice your cauldron is runneth over… go on, get the mop and clean that up. Start from the top, there’s a lad, we’ve got time.

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“You’re nasty.” Holmes said with a curl of his lip before taking a healthy swig of the bottle.

Jowan laughed and shrugged as he replied. “I’m only repeating what the little spogs have been whispering in the corridors.”

“You mages are nasty.” Holmes corrected, passing the bottle back to Jowan. “Forget the Maker damned Demons, you lot have got some serious issues going on.”

“Taught from sproghood that we’re walking time bombs and that we’re a danger to ourselves and all we love.” Jowan muttered before taking a long drink. “Wonder where we get that from.”

“Don’t you start.” Holmes said, waving a finger at Jowan’s face.

“I’m not starting anything.” Jowan said with an innocent look.

“Yeah yeah, that look doesn’t work on me you vile mage. Now pass back that bottle before I push you off.”

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Isabela laughed with him, covering her face with a hand, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor to catch her breath.

“You caught me!,” she chuckled,  “I’m running off to Antiva to find him and we shall consumate our bond by going on a romantic assassinating spree.”

Jowan slid down to sit beside her, laughing as he did. “You will slay all the evil money grubbing land owners, giving part of the proceeds to the poor and had a romantic escape into the waking sea, where you plunder and sing songs of everlasting love!” He wiped tears of laughter, still not able to keep a straight face while looking at her. “Maker, it sounds like one of Varric’s novels.”

“Oh no.  For it to be a Varric Tethras novel, there must be a heaping dose of debauchery.”  She crawled over, settling on his lap, legs straddling him on either side.  She leaned closer, toying with his hair.  “Sauciness sells after all.  Remember, I’m his chief editor.”

“Anything with you in the story would be saucy.” Jowan said with a kiss on her cheek. “Debauchery and swashbuckling. It’s an idea.”

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Isabela mirrored him, leaning on the wall and folding her arms. “Rainbows shooting out his arse?  You must be thinking of ‘good King Cailan’.  Or an Orlesian.  Or a powerful elfroot trip.”  She chuckled, reveling the sheer ludicrousy of gossiping about an old lover to her current one.

“Zevran’s an elf.  Really tall for one though, you’d never know until you saw the ears.  Cheeky, like you.  And blonde, very very blonde.  He got by on his extraordinarily good luck and by his charm.  I was appreciative of both since it helped dispose of my late husband,” she said lightly.

“A lucky elf i can see.” He sobered somewhat at the rest of her description. “Good looking and charming and a good man, if he help rid the world of that man.” Jowan gave her a look, “and this is the part were we find out that was the love of your life and how you miss him.” he continued in the high pitched tone, pressing his hands together like a maiden in one of Varric’s novels. “Oh and how one day, under the full antivan moon you shall be together forever!” he could barely finish without bursting out into loud raucous laughter.

Isabela laughed with him, covering her face with a hand, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor to catch her breath.

“You caught me!,” she chuckled,  “I’m running off to Antiva to find him and we shall consumate our bond by going on a romantic assassinating spree.”

Jowan slid down to sit beside her, laughing as he did. “You will slay all the evil money grubbing land owners, giving part of the proceeds to the poor and had a romantic escape into the waking sea, where you plunder and sing songs of everlasting love!” He wiped tears of laughter, still not able to keep a straight face while looking at her. “Maker, it sounds like one of Varric’s novels.”

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“I find that a knee to the groin works wonders…” she mused, “But that’s not going to work here, eh?” Her expression sobered. “Just avoid being alone with her and she’ll eventually set her sights on some other wild and pretty thing.”

Jowan pulled a face for a moment. A thought occured to him and he gained back his cheeky smile. “So you think i’m wild and pretty?” He fluttered his eyelashes at her, pitching his voice higher. “How pretty am i then? Prettier than Antivan leather fetishists of your history?”

She punched his shoulder, scrunching her nose.  “Any more of that voice and I’ll knee YOU in the groin so it stays that way,” she threatened laughingly.  She then tapped his lips, pursing her own in thought.  “Well now, Zevran has the pouty lips going for him.  Poutier than yours by far.”

Jowan laughed her threats away, grinning as she described Zevran. “Pouty lips! That’s all you remember?” He leaned on the wall beside them, giving her a winning smile. “What is he then? Elf, man or dwarf? blonde? brunette? six feet tall and shooting rainbows out of his arse?”

Isabela mirrored him, leaning on the wall and folding her arms. “Rainbows shooting out his arse?  You must be thinking of ‘good King Cailan’.  Or an Orlesian.  Or a powerful elfroot trip.”  She chuckled, reveling the sheer ludicrousy of gossiping about an old lover to her current one.

“Zevran’s an elf.  Really tall for one though, you’d never know until you saw the ears.  Cheeky, like you.  And blonde, very very blonde.  He got by on his extraordinarily good luck and by his charm.  I was appreciative of both since it helped dispose of my late husband,” she said lightly.

“A lucky elf i can see.” He sobered somewhat at the rest of her description. “Good looking and charming and a good man, if he help rid the world of that man.” Jowan gave her a look, “and this is the part were we find out that was the love of your life and how you miss him.” he continued in the high pitched tone, pressing his hands together like a maiden in one of Varric’s novels. “Oh and how one day, under the full antivan moon you shall be together forever!” he could barely finish without bursting out into loud raucous laughter.

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“I find that a knee to the groin works wonders…” she mused, “But that’s not going to work here, eh?” Her expression sobered. “Just avoid being alone with her and she’ll eventually set her sights on some other wild and pretty thing.”

Jowan pulled a face for a moment. A thought occured to him and he gained back his cheeky smile. “So you think i’m wild and pretty?” He fluttered his eyelashes at her, pitching his voice higher. “How pretty am i then? Prettier than Antivan leather fetishists of your history?”

She punched his shoulder, scrunching her nose.  “Any more of that voice and I’ll knee YOU in the groin so it stays that way,” she threatened laughingly.  She then tapped his lips, pursing her own in thought.  “Well now, Zevran has the pouty lips going for him.  Poutier than yours by far.”

Jowan laughed her threats away, grinning as she described Zevran. “Pouty lips! That’s all you remember?” He leaned on the wall beside them, giving her a winning smile. “What is he then? Elf, man or dwarf? blonde? brunette? six feet tall and shooting rainbows out of his arse?”

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Jowan let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, letting out a huff of embarrassed laughter. “Of course.” he responded. “Kirkwall has nothing compared to the jewel of Antiva city i suppose.” He curled their fingers together. “I’ll miss you.” He leaned in as if to kiss her, but stopped just before. “But i’ll never forgive you if you don’t bring me home some leather boots.” he whispered, a cheeky smile on his face.

Isabela narrowed her eyes and pulled herself up to steal the kiss he had tempted her with.  She then grinned right back, leaning her forehead against his.  Suddenly all the worrying she had done made her feel downright silly.  Oh well, silly was what she did best.

“You sound like an Antivan Crow I once knew…harboring a leather fetish, now are we?  Why didn’t you say so?” 

He blushed at the thought, “That’s a story you’ll need to tell me soon. But no, not a leather fetish.” He lifted up his foot to show her. “Nearly worn these ones out. Besides.” He pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Can you imagine how ‘cool’ i’ll be once the students see me walking down the hall in Antivan Leather boots?”

She couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing at the mental image….Jowan strutting down the hallways as if he was the greatest thing since the invention of liquor. 

“Oh love, it’d have been better if you just stuck with the fetish.  Remember, you’re the wild and dangerous blood mage that sets little elven mages’ hearts aflutter.  You don’t have to try so hard.”

Jowan groaned out loud. “Don’t remind me. I think she’s been trying to get into my classes again.” He said in an annoyed tone. “What’s Dalish for ‘no not interested’?”

“I find that a knee to the groin works wonders…” she mused, “But that’s not going to work here, eh?” Her expression sobered. “Just avoid being alone with her and she’ll eventually set her sights on some other wild and pretty thing.”

Jowan pulled a face for a moment. A thought occured to him and he gained back his cheeky smile. “So you think i’m wild and pretty?” He fluttered his eyelashes at her, pitching his voice higher. “How pretty am i then? Prettier than Antivan leather fetishists of your history?”

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Jowan let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, letting out a huff of embarrassed laughter. “Of course.” he responded. “Kirkwall has nothing compared to the jewel of Antiva city i suppose.” He curled their fingers together. “I’ll miss you.” He leaned in as if to kiss her, but stopped just before. “But i’ll never forgive you if you don’t bring me home some leather boots.” he whispered, a cheeky smile on his face.

Isabela narrowed her eyes and pulled herself up to steal the kiss he had tempted her with.  She then grinned right back, leaning her forehead against his.  Suddenly all the worrying she had done made her feel downright silly.  Oh well, silly was what she did best.

“You sound like an Antivan Crow I once knew…harboring a leather fetish, now are we?  Why didn’t you say so?” 

He blushed at the thought, “That’s a story you’ll need to tell me soon. But no, not a leather fetish.” He lifted up his foot to show her. “Nearly worn these ones out. Besides.” He pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Can you imagine how ‘cool’ i’ll be once the students see me walking down the hall in Antivan Leather boots?”

She couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing at the mental image….Jowan strutting down the hallways as if he was the greatest thing since the invention of liquor. 

“Oh love, it’d have been better if you just stuck with the fetish.  Remember, you’re the wild and dangerous blood mage that sets little elven mages’ hearts aflutter.  You don’t have to try so hard.”

Jowan groaned out loud. “Don’t remind me. I think she’s been trying to get into my classes again.” He said in an annoyed tone. “What’s Dalish for ‘no not interested’?”

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Jowan let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, letting out a huff of embarrassed laughter. “Of course.” he responded. “Kirkwall has nothing compared to the jewel of Antiva city i suppose.” He curled their fingers together. “I’ll miss you.” He leaned in as if to kiss her, but stopped just before. “But i’ll never forgive you if you don’t bring me home some leather boots.” he whispered, a cheeky smile on his face.

Isabela narrowed her eyes and pulled herself up to steal the kiss he had tempted her with.  She then grinned right back, leaning her forehead against his.  Suddenly all the worrying she had done made her feel downright silly.  Oh well, silly was what she did best.

“You sound like an Antivan Crow I once knew…harboring a leather fetish, now are we?  Why didn’t you say so?” 

He blushed at the thought, “That’s a story you’ll need to tell me soon. But no, not a leather fetish.” He lifted up his foot to show her. “Nearly worn these ones out. Besides.” He pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Can you imagine how ‘cool’ i’ll be once the students see me walking down the hall in Antivan Leather boots?”

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It felt cold when she moved away, but Jowan let her go anyway. “i’m poetic when it comes to you.” He said instead, “Of course i’m my own person. I haven’t forgotten that.”

He came close behind her, wondering what had come over her. The last few times they had been together, she seemed like she wanted to say something but kept pulling back.  It looked like it was time to know what it was she needed to tell him.

“Tell me then. I’m all ears.”

“I’m going away for a while.  I’ve found a small ship, it’s not much but…I need to get away.”

And there it was.  No asking permission to go.  Simply telling.   She kept her back to him to avoid seeing the kicked-puppy face she was sure he was wearing.

“Of course I’d take you with me, sweet thing,” she said quickly before he could speak, “but I think those little brats of yours may miss you.  Oh…and there’s that whole apostate thing too which you aren’t terribly fond of.”

He was startled, and for a minute there was that familiar ache that he got to know well, back when she first disappeared, during the entire debacle with… the demon. The first one anyway. Jowan crossed his arms, trying to settle the feeling.

This was different. This was her telling him she was going. Would it be too much to ask her if she would return? he wondered, looking at her back, wondering why she had to tell him without facing him.

“No, especially in the middle of the lessons.” He said lightly, swallowing past any other worried words. “Where are you going?” Jowan asked shortly after, when are you coming back?

Well then.  His voice hadn’t sounded too shaky.  She supposed she could have given him more credit.

“Antiva maybe.  I thought I could look up some of my old contacts.  Business has gone a bit stale round here lately.”  In spite of herself, she smiled, thinking of her old port city, the glorious chaos of it all.  “Wherever really.  Just need a change.”

She finally turned back to him.  He looked torn but not as if he had just been abandoned, like she thought he might.  He was letting her go.  Like he always had.  Like he always would.  Exactly why she…

Whoa.

She shook her head then reached out, lightly touching his hand.  “I said “awhile”, you goose.  Which means it won’t be forever.  I’ll come back. Who else is going to keep the Templars and the Guard on their toes?”

Jowan let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, letting out a huff of embarassed laughter. “Of course.” he responded. “Kirkwall has nothing compared to the jewel of Antiva city i suppose.” He curled their fingers together. “I’ll miss you.” He leaned in as if to kiss her, but stopped just before. “But i’ll never forgive you if you don’t bring me home some leather boots.” he whispered, a cheeky smile on his face.

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It felt cold when she moved away, but Jowan let her go anyway. “i’m poetic when it comes to you.” He said instead, “Of course i’m my own person. I haven’t forgotten that.”

He came close behind her, wondering what had come over her. The last few times they had been together, she seemed like she wanted to say something but kept pulling back.  It looked like it was time to know what it was she needed to tell him.

“Tell me then. I’m all ears.”

“I’m going away for a while.  I’ve found a small ship, it’s not much but…I need to get away.”

And there it was.  No asking permission to go.  Simply telling.   She kept her back to him to avoid seeing the kicked-puppy face she was sure he was wearing.

“Of course I’d take you with me, sweet thing,” she said quickly before he could speak, “but I think those little brats of yours may miss you.  Oh…and there’s that whole apostate thing too which you aren’t terribly fond of.”

He was startled, and for a minute there was that familiar ache that he got to know well, back when she first disappeared, during the entire debacle with… the demon. The first one anyway. Jowan crossed his arms, trying to settle the feeling.

This was different. This was her telling him she was going. Would it be too much to ask her if she would return? he wondered, looking at her back, wondering why she had to tell him without facing him.

“No, especially in the middle of the lessons.” He said lightly, swallowing past any other worried words. “Where are you going?” Jowan asked shortly after, when are you coming back?