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Magister Pavus

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I just hate when people say Dorian downgraded in this game because what some might see as getting old, is something truly special to me when it comes to his character. This is a young man who endured so much growing up, the same man whose father wanted to do blood magic on him and turn him into a vegetable rather than let him be his true self. This is also the man who flat out admits he expected to die during his time in the Inquisition to become a sort of martyr for his people, but managed to live anyway and took responsibility to return to his homeland and help make a difference. This is a man who, in one of the endings of Trespasser, survived an assassination attempt ( thanks Bull rip love u miss u ) and probably many more that followed. Seeing Dorian in this game hit so hard because it's like, despite how bad things were for him, he kept going, he lived on, he still continues to fight for what's right despite the odds being against him. Truly the definition of never kys because he has come so far and what a glow up. So yeah, say his hair is terrible or whatever, but I however adore his smile lines, that show how much he's aged. I enjoy his crows feet, because he wears them so well. Let characters get old, let them show it on their features. I love every part of what he is now and am happy to see him again after all these years.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

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I'm batting my lashes at all of you to befriend Dorian. Like this and let me come bother you for dynamic stuff.

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             He couldn’t help but be concerned, perhaps something that could be seen as a flaw, the urge to always fuss over those he held near and dear to his heart. Difficult not to, after the life he’s lived, to know that most he loved, he ended up losing for one reason or another. The end of the world being a possibility only instilling the fear that any moment could very well be their last. It scared him, more than he ever let on, the notion that a night as simple as this could very well be a memory one of them would look back on, cherish, should something happen to one of them. Why he might grow tired of him, but still he would care for him either way- unable to get rid of him, no matter how hard he tried.

             “I know, you wouldn’t have survived the Ossuary otherwise.” The response came quick, unable to keep himself from stating the obvious. Most men wouldn’t have lasted as long as he had, all too rare a thing for a man to be forced to withstand a demon- and live to tell the tale. “You’re strong, anyone with a pair of eyes can see that. But that doesn’t mean you have to endure your problems alone.” I’m here for you, the words lingered on his tongue, and though they never fell from his lips, lay clear in the warmth of his gaze, concern so clear even in that lull of quiet between them. He wouldn’t press the subject any further, not wanting to drive him away with a subject he didn’t wish to touch on. Instead he’d gesture towards the kitchen, a gentle nod of his head to show what he was attempting- and failing to do. 

             “Seeing how the odds of us getting a full night's rest are slim to none at best, I take it you would be just as interested in a cup of coffee as I. Unfortunately for you, my skills, both coffee making and cooking, are nothing compared to yours…” A subtle upturn of his lips, and he would break his gaze away from the other, making his way back over to the little makeshift corner kitchen, giving a gesture at the ground coffee, before looking his way once more. “Would you be so kind as to assist me? Give me a few pointers, seeing how you’re the man when it comes to good coffee- I’d hate to ruin what could be a perfectly good batch to share. If you’d be interested…”

WALLS ARE NOT SOUNDPROOF, & where he resides behind dining hall certainly doesn't allow for peace and quiet when others choose to mingle just beyond pantry's door; hence why the moment he hears sudden movement from outside is he up & alert ( even in the safety of the lighthouse ). keen ears listen for the sounds of footsteps as other wanders about the space ( an attempt to pinpoint the source ), and when no sound of chatter comes from beyond does he rise from his place upon makeshift bed. footsteps of his own are ever quiet, the only sound to signal his exit from room's confines being that of the door swinging open as he comes to step out; nostrils immediately greeted by the scent of coffee as gaze settles 'pon him ( soft, yet sharp all the same ). are you okay? words come out in inquisitive tone, brow arching in suit as he steps further towards lit hearth; a vague question as it were, though one intended out of CURIOSITY more so than general worry.

eyes follow the path he takes as he strides towards table ( finding a place to perch 'pon it's edge ), & lucanis is quick to ease into similar, relaxed posture; body coming to rest back against stone warmed by the licking fire, his arms coming to cross over his chest. i'm fine. it's simple confirmation ( followed in suit by other's comment ) that causes for minute twitch of lips as the corners curl upwards, though smile is quick to fade as quick as it'd appeared when attention is turned to him instead.

❝   —he is around .. but your presence didn't stir him up.   ❞ though it was never ( largely ) a worry to begin with, with the necromancer. ❝   i'm not up because he stirred me from my rest,   ❞ & if he had, dorian likely would've been caught in the middle of this conversation with spite, instead, ❝   i just couldn't sleep.   ❞ or rather, was reluctant to the concept.

body shifts, then; his weight settling to one side as his back leans further into stone foundation. & with brows coming to furrow does his gaze sharpen in suit. typically such a question would be considered as HIGHLY INVASIVE to the crow, for what happened between himself & spite was no ones concern but his own .. though it's after a moments pause as silence encases them ( save for the crackling fire just behind him ) that his reply comes forth; voice kept quiet & low as though the other inhabitants of the lighthouse would overhear. ❝   only when he chooses to throw a tantrum when he does not get his way.   ❞ a pause, and a sigh breathed out through his nose. ❝   —i'm fine. he's nothing i can't handle.   ❞

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            @corpsepetal asked: kisses his cheek

             It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. Then again, he should have expected it, the moment he heard his approach. Almost difficult not to, if he were to tell the truth. He would know this man blind, know him in death, from the very sound of his footfalls, to the attire he chose to wear that day. How he could close his eyes and know it to be him, golden bangles giving way to his entrance. He was hardly a subtle man, but that, among many other things, is what he loved about him. 

             In truth, it was a much needed distraction from the day. So many coming and going, asking advice, seeking answers that they always assumed he knew. The difficult part in being a leader, knowing that if he were to become Altus- there would be no more shying away from responsibility. Why he would endure, rather than brush people off to speak with Mae, or Viper, or anyone else for that matter. It was his to shoulder- and possibly a whole lot more in the coming months.

             But oh, how he could stop a storm in its tracks. A simple gesture, an act of affection, the grace of his lips coming into contact with his cheek. It was enough to quiet his mind, the book in hand quickly snapped shut, as he’d turn to face the culprit behind such a mischievous act. 

             “You-” It was all that needed to be said. A quick exchange of smiles, and how quick he was  to take hold of him. “Come here…” It was only fair after all, to return the loving gesture. Leaning forward, pressed on his toes, a hand would hook around the back of his neck to pull him to his level. Forced to meet him halfway, so that lips could lock, craving the warmth and embrace of the other. 

             To know that once he would have shied away from such an act- such a public display of affection, in the light of day for all to see. Now, he didn’t need fear that any longer- didn’t care to hide his feelings away, when so much was at risk. Life was too short not to love… he knew that now. Why he’d linger, even as they’d break away, sinking back to his heels, but lingering close enough to embrace the other mage. Comfort, security, feeling safe having him near. His gaze would come to settle upon him, his hand slowly creeping down the front of his chest as he’d speak, “Do tell me you’ll come visit later? I wouldn’t mind company this evening… if you have the time.”

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             Oh, but if there was one thing that would never change about the professor, it was the kindness, the chivalry that seemed to be etched into his very bones. A thing so rare to find, like a jewel amongst the roughest of men. No matter how cruel the world may have been, it was he who seemed keen on bringing light in its darkest hours. What life might have been like, were he to open up to him long ago, where their paths merely crossed, maybe they would have intertwined long ago. Maybe a bit inappropriate, given the fact that he was a mere pupil, a student beneath him- but how he’d not deny the obvious- the man was handsome back then, just as he was now. Both were much younger then, and were his father not so keen on pulling him from every study and circle imaginable- maybe they could have been something more. Better late than never- only one way for him to truly find out.

             “For you? I’ll always have time- not to mention about a dozen other offhanded compliments I could come up with. Allow me to get through a glass of wine, and I’m sure you’ll hear them all soon enough.” There was no shame or subtly to his flirting, anyone who knew him would expect as much. Yet most often it was just second nature, a mixture of humor to lighten the notion it was towards friends– but with him? There lay a heat behind his words, a truth, lingering behind a half-cocked smile, and the way his eyes would roam over his tall frame. 

             Difficult, not to stand and simply admire him like a fine piece of art. The years had been kind to him, the way dark hair would turn a light silver, the way his smile lines would show wisdom and grace- many years of knowledge and grace in one fine form. He’d be forced to turn the other way, stepping back from the warmth of the fireplace and instead, taking to the bottle of wine he’d already opened a short while prior. A red vintage, his glass already filled, left him grabbing the spare to do the same for his company. “Were we in a better state, I might have suggested we go on a proper date- a night out to wine, dine, and catch up on the years that have gone by– but I suppose this will suffice, yes?” A glass was then handed his direction, closing the space between them, so that he might clink his own cup against his as a silent toast- and give him an excuse to be near.  

             “I must admit, it is nice to finally see you out among the living- and with such a colorful bunch. Takes me back to my years in the Inquisition. I only hope my  home is treating you as kindly as the Necropolis treated me, once upon a time. I admit, I would like to go back one of these days– that brief time I spent with you, as defiant as I was, it shaped my studies, and the mage I am today.” All thanks to him, and he couldn’t even thank him after all these years. “I got much better over my time spent in the Inquisition, of course. Plenty of death and destruction to provide corpses on my travels- all of which I tried to respect to the best of my capabilities, mind you. I could still hear you in the back of my mind, reminding me to ‘respect the dead’ and all that…” He couldn’t help but chuckle, his expression growing soft, a look of gentle concern behind his dark eyes. “I only hope you’ve not grown homesick, I know journeys like these can leave one longing for familiarity- and I can only imagine the Mourn Watch must miss you terribly.”

Decades had come and go, students and aspiring young scholars passing in and you of his life, but he could still point out young Dorian Pavus amongst a crowed. He'd seemed like such a troubled young man back then. There was a blatant act of arrogance and lack of respect to those passed when he handled the dead, but Emmrich knew better than to allow the younger man to be defined by that alone. Dorian had potential, an art and talent. If only back then he could have seen it as he seemed too now.

Green hues wandered towards comfortable nook in the shop as he and his companions passed. Emmrich could almost feel that familiar presence just on the opposite side of the wall. Fate was an odd thing. Of all the ways their paths could have crossed once more--- it was at the looming threat of a blighted end years later. If only they were given the time... It would be a joy to properly speak with Dorian again.

Familiar voice reeled attention back. Sights landing upon the other's finely aged features. "Magister Pavus." Greeted in a similarly formal manner, "Always a pleasure to see you, no matter how brief these days."

Lips parted at his fellow scholar's charming choice of words. At a loss of his own as the edges of defined cheeks threatened to ripen. "Your flattery never falters does it?" He jested with a small curl at the corner of his lips, age expressed in the fine lines along his kept features. "Ah, indeed. I thought myself busy in the Necropolis between teaching my students and partaking in expeditions. Though, I don't regret my decision. I am finally getting to see such places I had only ever read about." A pause, "And seeing familiar faces."

Emmrich gave Dorian's offer a moment's thought. A glance spared to his companions. They were merely on their way back to the Lighthouse. Having finished the matter of business that brought them to Dock Town in the first place. He turned back with a warm smile, "Time would be made for you. I would be delighted to share your company, Dorian. However long you'll have me."

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             @dellamuertos asked: “ are you okay? ”

             He could sense his presence, long before he’d even adjusted his gaze to look at him. Almost tangible, like that of the veil just before a spell were to be cast- a hint of static in the air just before a burst of lightning. Yet it was not of his doing- not entirely, not a mage in his own right, but rather, the energy of another that seemed to alter the arcane wherever he tread. He’d been warned about his little companion, and his tendency to wander in the night. In any other circumstance, he may have felt guilty, knowing that he may have disturbed him from his slumber- knowing most normal folk at this time would be sound asleep. Yet here he was, wide awake, no sign of freshly stirring, or inkling of annoyance at being disturbed. 

             A part of him half expected his demon- Spite, as he’d recall the name. Yet when their eyes would meet, there would be no purple hue, nor wicked grin- instead the man he’d come to know, over their time working side by side. A warm and gentle gaze, half lidded, as if always on the verge of sleep. Maybe that’s why he’d made himself known, maybe he would want some too-  the scent of fresh ground coffee filling the space as he’d wait for his water to boil. Not that it was ideal, drinking coffee in the middle of the night. It was a way to keep him going, skipping on sleep for the sake of knowledge. Wasn’t the first time, nor certainly the last.

             Why it all made sense, the way his words would fall between them, a beat of silence passing between them as he’d find himself half tempted to laugh. ‘Are you okay?’

             “Ever the loaded question, that one. I suppose it all depends, are we looking at the big picture? Or the present moment?” A hand would move to his hip, the stove on low giving him time to wander, from the kitchen, to the table, finding a spot at its edge so he might find warmth by the fire- his eyes wandering over the crow’s frame as he went. “If we’re talking about the here and now, which I assume– I’m fine. I will admit, I’ll be much better off, once I’ve put this coffee to boil…” It was the least of his priorities now, truth be told, his gaze never leaving him. Gentle, concerned, the slight pinch of his brow giving away his worry, if his tone didn’t reveal it enough. 

             “I should be asking the same of you though, I only hope I didn’t cause that little friend of yours to stir- I can’t imagine he’s all too keen on company this late in the night. Spite, yes?” Respect given, knowing they were one in the same. Lucanis was his concern, always had been, not shy nor subtle about letting him know that either. Life was too short to hide how he felt- one of the many things he’d learned over the years, with the world constantly at threat of coming to an end. Fingers would curl against the hard oak where he sat, his tone falling softer, hoping to provide company, keep his demon at bay- if only for a little while, sated by his presence alone.  

             “How are you doing, with that whole business- he’s not… causing you any harm, is he?”

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             @corpsepetal asked: well, isn't this a sight?

             His voice was like a taste of nostalgia, much like one might catch an old familiar scent, taking them back to another place, another time in their life they’d not dwelled on for many years. Strange, how his tone alone could stir his very heart, make quicker pace of its beating. Like all at once he was a student again, young and flippant, forced for a term to take up studies in the Necropolis- knowing it was not to last. How different things might have been back then, were your father not so keen on controlling everything- maybe in another life, you might have found a mentor in him- only wishful thinking, as so many plans were from his youth. 

             The man had no idea what impact he made on him, all those years ago. To continue to study the art, long after he left those dank, decrepit halls of the dead. Now here they were, face to face, and all he could do was laugh.

             “Professor Volkarin,”  He’d seen him pass by at least a dozen times prior, following tail of the one they called Rook. The leader, making it up as they went along- like a mirror reflection of the Inquisitor long ago. Why he couldn’t help but find it all endearing, knowing how this story would go. Yet it was surprising to see him anywhere but in the lighting of that old, dusty place. He was younger then- but still he looked good, all things considered- like time was on his side, death treating him kindly after all the years they’d been apart.

             “You’re looking as stunning as always, I take it Rook has kept you more than busy, yes? Difficult not to be on your toes as you wander the city- just as likely to bump into Venatori at the street market as you would an old friend. I digress-” He’d been playing around the thought for a while, ever since they’d reunited. Lingering, in the back of his mind, the thought of him persistent in the days that would pass. Life is too short to live with regrets- no harm in asking, worst case scenario, he would say no, then be on his way. 

             “We’ve not had time to properly catch up, these small passing comments don’t suffice in my opinion. Would you stay a while? Share a glass of wine or two- if you’ve time for me, that is.” 

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DORIAN PAVUS in Dragon Age: The Veilguard (2024)

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DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD PROMPTS PT 2 *  assorted dialogue from the second hour of the video game

that suit of armor is moving.

where'd you come from?

i've only been gone three days!

the situation's changed - for the worse, unfortunately.

i've had a couple of days, and i'm still trying to wrap my head around it.

it does sort of explain a few things though.

there's something kind of exciting about it. and dangerous. really dangerous.

hope that means you've got an idea.

a few dozen demons shouldn't be a problem.

do you know what this place was?

it's probably something important.

well, isn't this a sight?

the artifact we're looking for must be inside.

think we can make that jump?

i plan to find out.

we're getting closer.

it's a lot trickier than that.

i've never seen this before.

it's almost like it's... breathing.

wasn't expecting to fight an ogre today.

just one of those days.

what does that crystal do?

i have questions.

it's kind of my thing. fixing magical stuff.

let me know when you're ready to head to the camp.

some of our most experienced fighters are still missing.

whatever's going on out there, it's scary.

sounds like things have gotten a lot worse since we left.

it's only a matter of time until our luck runs out.

if we could predict where they'd strike next, we might get ahead of them.

i don't know what you're going to find there. likely nothing good.

you sure you're up for this?

i've never seen fog this thick.

something happened here.

stay sharp.

it's so quiet.

where is everybody?

everything's just abandoned.

keep them inside.

everyone has to stay.

we need to search for survivors.

ever seen anything like it?

we're going to help you! we'll get you down!

i know you.

they made me do it.

i was tricked! manipulated!

i never meant for that! i swear! you must believe me!

what if the dragon comes back?

let's get him out of there.

we don't kill people. not like this.

try harder next time.

don't let me regret saving you.

what a pleasure to see you again.

so who are you exactly?

this dark turn of events shall only become worse.

what can you tell us about... all this?

how do we stop them?

how do we stand up against that?

none of us can do this alone, but we can stop them together.

these are the times in which legends are born... or slain.

i should've taken the shot.

we all did what we thought was best in the moment.

look where it got us.

we're still standing. the fight's not over.

i like that about you. you don't stop fighting. you push for answers and action.

we need someone who can put the pieces of the puzzle together.

we're fighting the unknown.

everyone has a part to play.

i think i can manage that.

i can feel lingering magic. powerful magic.

i can hear it.

i don't know how to control it!

you said something "took you over?"

i'm sorry. i wish i had answers.

talking has helped.

i guess we don't have any real answers.

we're friends, so i'm going to be honest.

it feels wrong.

i trust you have all this handled.

at least people are free because of what i did.

it must have been worse than i had thought.

so... you're going to be insufferable about it.

see, this is the reason nobody likes you.

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“don’t go where i can’t follow” is literally the most romantic thing anyone has ever said. it’s like. i’ll let you bring me anywhere—far from home, far from the places and people i love, so long as you stay with me. i’ll let you walk into danger and through hell, but i will not let you go where i can’t go with you. that is where i draw the line. 

[witandcharm]

              It's Sunday so let me remind everyone what a great lover Dorian is. How, when he truly deeply falls for someone, he'd risk his life at any cost to keep them safe. Dorian, who has had walls up for years, finally letting them fall for someone special, knowing that the world may very well end the next day. The fact that Dorian doesn't expect to even live through to see the end, doesn't expect there to be a happy end for himself, but makes him savor every moment he gets with his lover.

              Dorian who on the field keeps special eye on his partner, casting barriers to let them know they're safe, tending to their wounds after if they get hurt. It scares him to fall in love, become attached, but when he does not even the maker will stop him from keeping them safe. And of course, in bed he's very clingy, that constant touch he craves and eating up his lover's warmth- especially when out traveling, man needs to be warm else he will suffer.

              He's also very skilled with his tongue, very hands on, very vocal, and will use magic in bed if allowed- or if his partner is good at what they do- use it involuntarily as he loses his composure. When he reaches that point though, it's a clear indication his walls are completely down, craving affection, closeness, praise, he loves having that private intimacy where he can feel safe- seeing how it's such a rare thing for him to ever feel safe or to let his guard down during the events of the game. Behind closed doors with the one he trusts most is when they really get to see him shine, smile, laugh, knowing there aren't eyes of judgement upon him. Long story short: love on this man and he will love you until his dying breath.

[witandcharm]

     Amatus​.

‘   @witandcharm​  /  vhenan  : 

a  sigh  escaped  parted  lips,  so  pure  in  its  content.     the  peace  he  felt  was  incomparable,  tucked  away  as  they  were  from  the  rest  of  tevinter  and  the  prying  eyes  of  dorian’s  peers.   here  in  bed  there  was  just  the  two  of  them   …   and  the  pile  of  inquisition  letters  littering  their  bed.

‘   no  rest  for  the  wicked,  vhenan  ?   ’     a  candle’s  warmth  permeated  the  midnight  chill,  and  a scribbling  quill  filled  the  silence.   the  mattress  groaned  under  roth’s  shifting  weight  as  he  reached  for  his  husband,  strong  arms  enveloping  and  drawing  him  in.     ‘   tell  our  beloved  inquisitor   -   ’     a  guess,  considering  the  speed  of  dorian’s  scrawl.     ‘   that  i  say  hullo  !   and  that  they  could  just  pay  us  a  visit,  if  they  so  sorely  miss  our  company.   ’

he  pressed  his  face  to  the  smooth,  cooling  skin  of  the  other’s  nape  and  smiled  against  him,  leaving  a  kiss  in  his  wake.

      "𝑰'𝑴 𝑨𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻, , even after all this time. Countless letters, months turned to years, and yet here we are, still fighting the same fights…” His voice trailed a moment, trying to recall the rest of his thought, before gentle scrawling would fill the silence between them once more. “I’ll be sure to add in you say hello, I do know they adore you… and how you always were a constant distraction. Still are I suppose…” 

     He knew he’d not finish the letter once arms were around him, destined to be cast aside along with any lingering thoughts for the day. It was all said and done, and all that mattered in that moment was the two of them, and what little light and space they held between them. The night was still young, after all, the moon only just hitting above the trees to cast shadows along their bedroom floor. A slight breeze whispered through a cracked window, kissing his tanned skin, silk robe falling from his shoulders as he rolled onto his side to face his lover instead.  

     “At times I fear I might close my eyes, and wake up in that dreadful bed we once had in Skyhold… you remember, yes?” He smiled, recalling the stone walls and constant hum of life the Inquisition stronghold carried. “Held together by pure luck, the damn thing so noisy, Cassandra could hear us from her quarters down the hall..?” How he did miss it from time to time, truth be told. A simpler way of living, yet dangerous in its own regards. Not the same assassination attempts that Tevinter had to offer, but the looming dread of world hanging on by a thread- that any day might be their last. “To think there was a time when we married on a whim, the fear of death bringing us together… I suppose there’s always a part of me expecting us all to reunite again- wishful thinking I suppose.” A hand lifted to his face, thumb tracing the curve of his cheekbone as he spoke,  “-Do you think it’s possible..?”

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A hand remained steady against his throat, fingers gently framing his jaw, keeping the reaver’s head tipped back. The wet cloth in his free hand, gently wiping away what blood remained on his lips and chin, before pressing to the bridge of his split nose. Not the first time he’d done such an act- nor the last, he knew for certain. Already scowling at the sight of the slight bruising that began to form beneath a set of hazy eyes. 

“So you’re telling me, all of this happened because you were sparring with a group of young recruits, and all it took was for me to pass by- to which Commander Cullen said my name, that made you stop everything that you were doing, hence putting your guard down, only to get hit square in the face with a wooden sword.” A pause was taken, only to release a gentle sigh, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” // @battlesworn​