altuspavus
A kiss — such a soft kiss. Dorian has never had such soft kisses as he’s found Hawke to be want to give him. He’s got to be the luckiest man in Thedas. Too quickly, though, the soft brush of lips is broken, Dorian’s own trying to chase the taller mage back into a longer, second kiss. No such luck ; the Tevinter chooses instead to sigh again and lean closer.
„ My logic cannot apply to you, as it’s logic for my own experiences. Not yours… ” even as Dorian speaks those words, he knows how ridiculous they sound. Still, he can’t be expected to make full sense all of the time, or in such moments as these. „ I was not speaking of childhood goals, anyhow. As a child, I wanted to become Archon ; though who’s to say if that was truly my own goal or if I was simply an echo of my parents. ”
He shook his head, using the movement as an excuse to nuzzle closer to Honey for a brief moment — only long enough to warm his nose, lest it become sniffly. „ You, ‘ farm boy, ’ are not simply good enough. You are a very good man, and I won’t hear you speak otherwise. But… what do I know ? I’m just a silly Tevinter mage. ”
And his eyes cross to spot the finger only a moment too late, leaving Dorian looking a tad silly for the time it takes ‘til his eyes return to normal ; his gaze jumps back up to settle on Honey’s face. „ Honey, then, ” he tests the name out on his tongue ( it feels good, safe, warm — like the man himself ) and squeezes the hand back: an acknowledgment and agreement. „ I’ll be sure to remind you, keep you from forgetting. It — I know that your name is important. ” He knows that he is ’ Hawke ’ to nearly everyone else. An honour, then.
it is nice to hear his name. no one calls him that, anymore. honey soaks in everything dorian says to him ( having audibly and unashamedly sighed when dorian had tried the whole ‘we are different’ angle ) and toys with the other mages fingers as he does. sometimes, when they were together, it was almost like nothing else existed.
the champion winds his arm around dorians shoulders and pulls him closer still for another kiss, this time firmly ( groundingly ) upon his forehead, and another on his temple. ❝ you are a very lovely tevinter mage, and i hold you very dearly. i hope that makes you feel a bit better at least. ❞ & he ponders more what dorian said last.
❝ thank you. ❞ & he glances down at his companion again, expression one of intrigue, amusement. ❝ important? i don’t know about all that. just want you to know me, i suppose, as a man, not a mountain like a lot of other people seem to. ❞ immovable, strong, towering. hawke may be these things, of course. but he was still honey. ❝ hawke makes me sound like a hero. honey makes me sound sweet, like confectionery. i know which one i prefer. ❞
the rebel mage scans their surroundings a while, moving then to rest his chin atop dorians head. staying here a moment. ❝ if you want, when you feel better, we can go inside and i’ll distract you from your woes with tea and a good book. and my ever present, overwhelming charm of course. ❞
