To Love A Thief (Horatio x zombierooster)
Dodger loved the smell of cold, hard consumerism in the morning. He'd traveled all over Ferelden and besides Orzammar, Denerim had to be the most oppressive city in the country. He could see and smell the alienage from where he stood, lingering over the scents of food stalls and spice vendors.
Ugh, this is why he lived away from society. Too much drama and not enough reward. He ran a hand through his dark hair and forcefully pushed his disgust of alienages out of his mind. He wasn't going to change the world today. His only intention for this sunny day was to buy more tea and supplies to make more arrows. He was running low and preffered to make his own rather than trust someone else's craftmanship. Plus, he'd designed his arrows specially, they flew faster and cut deeper than your average arrows. It was all in the shape and density. And he liked to think the carvings he added gave them the perfect touch. Not that his targets noticed or appreciated the designs. Their loss.
Dodger smirked and pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning on, stepping out of the shade of Wade's armory and making his way towards the market stalls. Let's see, he had to buy tea, hopefully Saria had his favorite, then his weapon supplies. Maybe he'd stop by the Wonders of Thedas and see if they had any interesting books. Once he got back to his little house outside the city, he'd have lunch and then there was that damnable paperwork waiting for him. More letters from his father, bills from Denerim and an oddly fancy envelope from Orlais that bore the seal of some noble. Only Dodger's hatred of nobility had kept him from tearing it open in curiousity.
Maybe it was an invitation to marry the Empress' only gorgeous son who was good with his hands...as well as other body parts. The brunet chuckled to himself, ha, if only he were that lucky.