you have but to ask, amatus

a m!trevelyan, dorian pavus and pavelyan appreciation blog. may be nsfw sometimes enjoy! - my main blog

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Gezicht op een vijver met bomen en huis, 1851-1900

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ERIN VEST All The Horses Of Iceland

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I just felt like posting some of these because, you know, no particular reason

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my fav tevinter family 

I wanted to this super cool style a try hehe not quite there but look at lil Felix :3

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favorite dorianmance moments 1/?

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Here’s some of the ones from the session I did for Dorianmance Week that I realized I hadn’t posted yet, I thought I would rectify that

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Nicos walked into his quarters and stopped in his tracks when he saw an elegant dinner set up and Dorian waiting expectantly.

“No…Why?” he groaned.

“What’s the matter, amatus?  It’s a special occasion!” Dorian replied enthusiastically.  He offered Nicos a broad smile as he made his way over to him, arms open.

Nicos shook his head.  “No, no, it’s just a regular day.  There’s nothing special about today…” he urged, slowly backing away. 

“What are you talking about?  Of course there’s something special about today.” Dorian twirled his mustache and smiled coyly.  

“Who…I am going to hurt Mariah… Dorian, please… I don’t want to celebrate today.” He stubbornly crossed his arms across his chest as Dorian went to embrace him.  

“Oh, amatus, such a sour spirit on the first day of spring?” he kissed Nicos quickly on the cheek, still smiling.

“The…oh, really? That’s what you’re celebrating?  With a table full of my favorite foods? And candles?  And…is that rose petals and…rope on the bed?  That is how you celebrate the first day of spring?”  Nicos asked suspiciously with a growing grin.

Dorian chuckled.  “I take my solstices and equinoxes very seriously.”

“Must be a Tevinter thing,” Nicos replied with a genuine laugh.  He leaned into Dorian’s embrace, leaning his head back as the mage kissed his way down his jaw and neck.  “Can we eat now?  I’m…kind of starving,” he sheepishly interrupted.

“Of course.”  Dorian led the way to the romantic picnic he’d set up and as he sat next to Nicos, leaned in and whispered, “Happy birthday, amatus,” before kissing him again.

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Luther Trevelyan for @elidoo

I hope you don’t mind me drawing him!! I just love seeing him on my dash, and I was inspired!

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Dorian returned to Tevinter to take his father’s place in the Magisterium. As rumours flew about the Imperium’s infighting, Dorian was spoken of often as a voice of resistance against corruption. Along with Magister Maevaris Tilani, he formed a group called the Lucerni to restore and redeem Tevinter-a fight many thought hopeless. Magister Pavus’ allies said that his greatest strength lay in the lover he left in the south, but still conversed with via message crystal. Some claimed to have seen the Inquisitor on the streets of Minrathous on rare occasions, sneaking into the heart of Tevinter to aid his Amatus.

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Kohl

This is basically a redux of the first fic I ever wrote with these two, more than a year ago. It was longhand in a letter, so I never got round to putting it online. So here’s a remix/addendum/whatever you like. In which makeup is a more troublesome metaphor than it’s worth. And yes, this is where a stray line in “Crossing” came from. About 1k.

There’s one decent looking-glass in Haven, in a Chantry back room, next to the tin bath and the spring source. Gal’s in front of it, squinting at himself. He looks like shit - he’s halfway to a beard, there’s a part-healed gash on his cheek, and even the shaved side of his hair is starting to grow out - but he doesn’t feel much different. He’ll live. (Except he meets the eyes of his reflection and sees how dull they are, and wonders if that’s true. Once he thought he wouldn’t mind. Now he remembers what happens to them all, his… friends, if he doesn’t. Remembers being pulled out of a castle that was mostly Fade-rubble, same way he got pulled out of the Conclave. So maybe he’d mind. Someone has to make all that worth it.) 

He reaches into his pocket, unwraps the kohl, and… it crumbles in his fingers. Someone must have given him a good enough hit in a fight.

Fuck.

He’s trying to apply what’s mostly powder when the door opens behind him.

“Oh - I apologise. I hadn’t known the room was occupied.”

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“Right… You are hopeless.”

“More like lucky, Sera.”

The Gaston scene from Beauty and the Beast just screamed Dorian to me and I had to do it.

Adding this to Vax Across Thedas series hehe

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Xal : “I thought you’d never ask…” Dorian : *dreamy eyes*

YES. XAL GIFS. FINALLY. Look at Dorian… He is gorgeous <3

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Home Chapter 1

It’s been a long time since the former Inquisitor has been to Ostwick. It may have been his home, but he has very few fond memories of the place. He never really wanted to go back there, but it looks like he’ll have to one last time. At least Dorian will be at his side. Elden will need the support when he is forced to face his family. AO3

Dorian never thought he would ever look forward to visiting Kirkwall of all places. This city was a shithole, after all, but it also happened to be where Elden Trevelyan lived and, honestly, Dorian would have traveled to the Deep Roads again if it meant seeing him. Maker, when had he gotten so sentimental? He leaned against the doorframe, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses, and just took a moment to admire Elden.

The former Inquisitor was reclining on the bed sorting through a few letters and Dorian couldn’t help but reflect on how much he had missed this. He knew he was doing worthwhile work in Tevinter, but all the while his heart was here, always with Elden. Everything he did was for Elden, after all, and he looked forward to the days when these visits would be unnecessary, when they could be together every day.

“That’s enough of that, I think,” Dorian said when he finally pushed off the doorframe and headed to the desk to set the wine and glasses down. “I leave you alone for but a moment and you’ve already gone back to working. What are we going to do with you? Don’t actually answer that, I have quite a few ideas already.”

“I’m sure you do,” Elden said, glancing up with a small smile.

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’ I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please wake up! ’ Mariah?

ow.  fuck.  just…ow. 512 words of ow.

Nicos hearshis own voice from far away, feeling all breath leave his lungs in shock and herealizes he’s screaming.  He’s not surewhat he’s screaming until he starts running and he feels like he’s five yearsold again, running after his big sister to safety.  She’s always just out of his reach and he’snever fast enough.  This time is nodifferent.

Mariahfalls and Nicos can’t stop it.  For allthe power his Mark grants him, he’s powerless to stop this.  His throat is raw from screaming.  The battle around them rages on and Nicos can’thear the others shouting at him to stop. They need to retreat, but Nicos isn’t listening to them.  All he can focus on is his sister and Maker, there’s so much blood.

Nicosslides to her on his knees, refusing to believe that the unfocused gaze in hergreen eyes means what he knows it means. He’s screaming and crying and trying to rouse her, not letting himselfaccept the truth.  Blackwall shoutssomething in the distance and he shakes his head.  He’s not going anywhere without Mariah.

“’Riah?  ‘Riah, please!”  His voice is broken and weak and he’s holdingonto her so tightly his nails are digging into his palms through her jacket.  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!  Please wake up!”

Mariah isstill and Nicos refuses to let go. Dorian and Blackwall are trying to get his attention, but he refuses tomove.  Not without her.  There’s hands on his shoulders, trying topull him away but he fights, he fights so hard and he screams something aboutnot leaving her behind.  There’s always something, always some solution.  He’s notleaving her behind.

“Forgiveme, amatus.”  Dorian’s voice is quiet andNicos can hear the sadness in it. Suddenly and slowly at the same time, the world fades to black.

There’s acold breeze and the distinct sound of a tent flap fluttering and Nicos wakesslowly.  He works moisture into his mouthas he tries to remember how he got here. When he opens his eyes, he sees Dorian at his bedside and the look inhis eyes is heavy and he doesn’t say a word. The waiting is awful.  Nicos doesn’tremember what happened and for a minute he thinks maybe he got hurt?  His chest feels like there’s a gaping hole init, or maybe someone’s placed a pile of bricks on it and he can’t breathe.  But he doesn’t remember getting hit.  

Suddenly heremembers and he feels sick.  He sits uptoo quickly, pressing one hand to his spinning head and one to his mouth.  The strangled noise that slips past his lipsis something between a whimper and a gag and he chokes on the sound. “Mariah…”He says her name like he’s stepping on glass and trying not to get cut.  Dorian’s arms are around him as he sobs andhe doesn’t know how he’s supposed to pick up his shattered pieces and puthimself back together.  Not withoutMariah.  Not without his sister…

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5 min sketch <3

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I did this one ages ago but I still love them together so… I was too lazy to color the outfits but I couldn’t let this rot in a corner of my computer.