He feels like some sort of doll as Dorian applies the various mixtures to his face. He's never put on any of this in his life as the Dalish didn't tend have such fineries. If it were anyone else applying these things he might've been uncomfortable, but Dorian was taking great care and trying to make this a comfortable experience. So, Sen sat still, allowing Dorian to turn his face this way and that.
He felt it soothing feeling Dorian's fingers run through his thick, blond hair as the oil was applied to it. He sits up, allowing the tangles to be combed out, already looking more kempt and smoothed. The rest he does as instructed, cheeks painted, lips dyed, his Vallaslin highlighted more prominently. The whole procedure was more relaxing than he thought, already forgetting his troubles. He only occasionally lets out a small noise of affirmation every once in awhile or a "that's too bad," in regards to Dorian's current import woes. Honestly, he could fall asleep with just how soothing this was.
Finally, he opens his eyes and he didn't expect to see what he did. What he thought might be vibrant makeup, something the Orelsian nobility did, of white powdered faces, with striking blushes and lip colours; his is more subtle. More enhancing what was already there than painting on an entirely new face. He smiles a bit, having to stop himself from touching his cheek as he looks over and up at Dorian. "Well, I see we have an artist in the Inquisition. Maybe we should keep you at Skyhold more, have you do portraits instead," he says with a laugh.
He can't help but smile to himself, blushing slightly at Dorian's words. "Hah. People might think you whisked me away to Tevinter or something. Might not be the best plan right now," he says as he gets up from his seat. With some of the tension finally seeping out of his body he takes in a large breath, "Well, shall we be going?"
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He felt it soothing feeling Dorian's fingers run through his thick, blond hair as the oil was applied to it. He sits up, allowing the tangles to be combed out, already looking more kempt and smoothed. The rest he does as instructed, cheeks painted, lips dyed, his Vallaslin highlighted more prominently. The whole procedure was more relaxing than he thought, already forgetting his troubles. He only occasionally lets out a small noise of affirmation every once in awhile or a "that's too bad," in regards to Dorian's current import woes. Honestly, he could fall asleep with just how soothing this was.
Finally, he opens his eyes and he didn't expect to see what he did. What he thought might be vibrant makeup, something the Orelsian nobility did, of white powdered faces, with striking blushes and lip colours; his is more subtle. More enhancing what was already there than painting on an entirely new face. He smiles a bit, having to stop himself from touching his cheek as he looks over and up at Dorian. "Well, I see we have an artist in the Inquisition. Maybe we should keep you at Skyhold more, have you do portraits instead," he says with a laugh.
He can't help but smile to himself, blushing slightly at Dorian's words. "Hah. People might think you whisked me away to Tevinter or something. Might not be the best plan right now," he says as he gets up from his seat. With some of the tension finally seeping out of his body he takes in a large breath, "Well, shall we be going?"