The very little patience Dorian possesses is at its limit. Where is the Inquisitor? He already checked the library, the training grounds, the War Room, the Crypt, every one of his companionsâ rooms. Sighing, the mage stops in the middle of the hall, one hand touching his forehead. All of this is Coleâs fault. Of all the memories the damn spirit could pick up in his head he had to go for that?
Rilienus, skin tan like fine whiskey, cheekbones shaded, lips curl when he smiles. He would have said yes.
How long has it been since he last thought of Rilienus? But any reminiscence or nostalgia was washed away when Dorian saw the look in Alistairâs eyes. Curiosity, confusion, fear. The Inquisitor didnât say a word. Not then and not when they returned to camp. The younger mage remained uncharacteristically silent throughout the day and the trip back to Skyhold. Even at night, when they would share a tent, Alistair just went to sleep curled on his side when he usually would seek Dorianâs embrace.
And now he canât be found anywhere in the fortress. Dorian just wants this game to end so they can talk properly so he can be clear that Rilienus is past, and Alistair is the one he wants. The only one he loves. A small laugh escapes the mageâs lips, self-deprecated and bitter. Who would think that he would be in this type of situation? Sighing once again, Dorian walks to the gardens and just look at that! The Inquisitor is there, talking with Elrya. She notices him first and Dorian doesnât really like the smile that shows up on his friendâs lips.
She leaves the Inquisitor and walks past him still smiling but rather than think about what his friend may be conjuring up, Dorian goes straight to Alistair, who looks a bit surprise to see him.
- Tired of hiding yourself, Lord Inquisitor? â Dorian questions to the younger mage's confusion.
- I wasnât hiding, Dorian. I have been in Skyhold the whole time.
- Hiding from me. â the words are muttered, and Alistair canât miss the anger in them.
- I wasnât hiding. I just⊠- a sigh escapes the younger mageâs lips â I was just preparing myself before talking to you. In case⊠In case I didnât like the answers waiting for me.
Alistair isnât looking at him and the nervous stance in the Inquisitor makes all the anger in Dorian disappear. With all the praise and adoration always shower upon him is easy to forget that Alistair is just a man. And not a very confident one. Dorian knows that his magic, his eyes, his scars⊠All serve to dimmish Alistair self-confidence. And in Alistair nervousness Dorian can see himself from before. The fear of being tossed aside, of not being important enough or good enough, of being a second choice, a placeholder. Everything that Alistair definitely isnât.
-Iâm sure Elrya told you that there was nothing between Rilienus and me.
- She did. â and yet Dorian is kept from the white eyes he likes so much.
Stepping closer, Dorian invades the Inquisitorâs personal space, his lips almost touching a reddening cheek.
-You know⊠- the older mage whispers â Iâm glad that never was. After all, I have something better now.
And finally, Alistairâs white eyes focus on him. A little hesitant at first, still uncertain and fearful. So, Dorian let his eyes show the truth of his words, of everything that he thought that he would never have but that he found with Alistair. Love. A real, deep and strong love. A place to be himself without fear. A home at Alistairâs side, in his arms.
-Better? â the Inquisitor repeats, the fear and doubt slowly leaving his eyes.
- Much better. â Dorian answers with a smile, one that grows at seeing Alistair smile too.
A kiss is the Inquisitorâs answer. Holding Dorian by the back of the neck, Alistair kisses him with passion and possessiveness, with a relief that only grows stronger when he is met with equal fervor, Dorian hands holding him by the hips in a strong grip.
Only when the kiss ends is that Dorian realizes that he was passionately kissing the Inquisitor in the middle of the gardens, and he feels his face heat with embarrassment. But Alistair just takes him by hand and guides them back to the fortressâ hall. And when the Inquisitor looks at him there is only happiness and love in Alistairâs eyes. And a smile on his lips. One that Dorian would do anything to keep seeing.
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