[reluctant-herald]

๑ //EEEHEHEHEHEH x3 //

confess a fetish or kink. 

“Huh? Damn, nosey shit. Fine…I guess maybe spit or something? Not just spit, andraste’s ass no, thats disgusting. But wet kisses, open mouths and gaping maws, that kinda thing. Hay! Don’t look like that, I know you’re into some weird shit so don’t go throwing stones in that kinky little glass house of yours sweetness”

[reluctant-herald]

Giving a nod in understanding, Torohir then followed after Lo'rian, listening with interest to the short stories the half-elf told him. Despite their relationship, he still knew so little of the other man. It was nice to hear of Lo'rian’s past.

…even if said stories were rather sad.

At Lo’rian’s statement, he dismounted from his steed with a pat to his neck. A smile spread across his face as he joined his lover’s side and leaned against the tree, a quiet laugh passing from his lips as Lo’rian struggled to remember where his cache was hidden.

With the shout of satisfaction from the half-elf, he left the tree and walked over to Lo’rian. His ears flicked with interest as the other revealed the items: diamond earrings, and a gold chain.

“Wow…that’s amazing.”

He blinked in surprise as he found himself in possession of the cache’s articles yet again. As he had done with the bracelet, he carefully placed them in his pack.

He would have to find somewhere to keep them safe once back at Skyhold.

“I don’t know much about the region, but if you feel we can travel for a little longer we can do so. Otherwise, camping may be for the best.”

"It's not interesting as far as places go. A bit of an eye sore really"

Lo'rian didn't speak fondly of the area despite it being no wore then many other places. In face, compared to some of the area's they had camped out, it was actually rather nice.

He was just bitter.

"Though if you're not ready to drop then let's go to the final cache"

More travelling, more traversing, and they finally arrived along a beaten path, a low rock wall lining the edges, having broken down after wears of weathering by storms and decay.

Lo'rian dismounted and went over to a particular section, leaning over the wall onto the other side, dislodging several of the bricks only to tense and let out a sharp noise, followed by him scrambling over the wall, kneeling down and pulling angrily at the brickwork. "Are you- Its gone!"

More bricks went flying followed by Lo'rian standing up, face a mix of anger and dismay.

"Some disgusting little rats taken off with it!"

It was rather ironic in a sense, given the fact the cashe itself had been stolen and hidden by Lo'rian in turn. Poetic justice some might say.

[dalish-black-sheep-deactivated2]

A Helping Neck

[reluctant-herald]

Torohir couldn’t help a snort at Lo'rian’s little stumble from his horse; such a tall man who wore such elegant robes, yet he couldn’t manage to dismount from a steed with the same grace?

How could he not find such amusing?

He pushed himself from the stone of the watchtower and collected Bah'rhan’s reins, leading him to the nearby stable. Offering compensation to the stablehand, he returned to Lo'rian’s side.

He nodded in understanding as the half-elf spoke, thinking over what the other had planned and considering any hiccups they would have to deal with.

His having a bounty will make things difficult, he thought to himself. No doubt there will be some who recognize him and will attract the guards…

“I doubt it will be that simple…” he started, then waving a hand, “but so be it. Let’s go.” With that, he started for Whiterun’s entrance.

As usual this time of day the keep was swarming with people, the market thick with people selling their wares and buying goods. Lo'rian stayed close to Torohir, hood up, eyes cast down, trying to keep as low maintenance as possible.

They made their way towards the upper district until the tell tale sensation of eyes on his back had Lo'rian wavering, dipping into one of the side roads, trying to shake off their followers. "Dragonborn. He heard you left for the mountains"

It was a member of the companions, Lo'rians scent dampened by his clothes but still easily readable to a wolf. "...A friend of yours brother?"

[reluctant-herald]

[Two’s trouble three’s a death wish]-Closed

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Torohir watched as the demon was vanquished, relief and overwhelming worry washing over him as he looked from Lo'rian’s tear-stained face to Tiberius, still on the ground.

Despite the demon being sent back to the Fade, recovery wasn’t immediate for the dreamer. All he could feel was throbbing pain in his head; such close proximity and it having appeared so suddenly left his mental state in tatters for the time being. All he could manage to do was groan and fall onto his back, heels of his palms digging into his eyes.

“You know I’ve done worse,” Torohir mumbled in response to Lo'rian’s words, his brow furrowing and expression twisting with sadness as he felt the other pull away from him. He looked back to the half-elf for a moment, and his heart clenched tightly within his chest at the sight of the damage he had done to Lo'rian’s hand.

“Gods, Lo'rian…”

He had done that. He had hurt one of the men he cared so much for.

He swallowed tightly, and set his focus on reining in the electricity that had gone utterly rampant. As he did, he reached for Lo'rian’s unwounded hand, then pulled him close as he neared where Tiberius lay.

“…I’m not letting you go,” he murmured, voice quiet but stern. Gently, he started stroking his hand through Tiberius’ hair, to which the man groaned softly and reach out for Torohir in return.

Grasping his hand, he brought it to his lips, and added, “Either of you…”

Lo'rian was reluctant to follow, pulling back lightly on Torohirs hand as he moved them to his lovers side, but Lo'rian followed regardless. If this was what Torohir wanted, who was he to deny him even more.

Even if guilt and unease settled thick on his tongue, he remained silent, eyes cast down, glancing at the injured dreamer then away once more, unworthy to gaze upon his injured form. After all, on purpose or not, this was once again his fault.

The half elf remained unusually quite in the time that followed, staying by Torohir side, casting a small burs of magic to clear the debris and broken glass from the floor, but otherwise keeping to himself. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and for once he thought it best he keep his mouth shut tight.

[reluctant-herald]

[Two’s trouble three’s a death wish]-Closed

[reluctant-herald]

Lo'rian’s near-emotionless tone made Torohir’s heart break, ears low and trembling against his head. His eyes fell closed at the touch to his cheek, trying to rein in the electricity to keep from hurting his lover, but failing to do so.

“…I-I’m sorry…”

The half-elf’s words hurt. He felt terrible knowing his lover felt that way, and wanted nothing more than to fix it.

That was the truth…so why was he hesitating when Lo'rian said he should return to Tiberius?

Because I still love him.

But I love Lo'rian equally.

…I don’t want to have to choose.

He let his eyes drift to where Tiberius lay curled in pain, gaze going wide at the sight. In all the time he had known the man, never once had he seen him in such agony.

The demon is hurting him with its presence alone…I need to get Lo'rian to calm down, send it away…

“I…g-gods Lo’rian, I-I can’t…I can’t choose between you two. I-I love you both so much…to lose either one of you would tear me apart-!”

He pulled his lover’s head down, resting his forehead against Lo’rian’s.

“I-I love you both…I love you both. I love Tiberius, yes, but I also love you, ma'siu…please, come back. Make this stop. I don’t want to lose you…!“

The petals fell. The dreamer cried out. Electricity burnt at his flesh.

Lo'rian cried.

At the last moment before the Demon would be free to attack, Lo'rian lifted his hand to dispel him, casting it back to the void once more with a deafening scream, clawing at its hold to the waking world, so close to freedom.

"You love me....A terrible choice on your behalf when you think about it"

It was hard to take it as a joke with tears streaming down his face, lifting his sleeve to try and wipe them away but giving up. There was no point. More would come. It wasn't his sadness that mattered.

Once again, he had fucked up.

"Is he-"

Tiberius looked to be in a bad shape, guilt clawing up his throat as Lo'rian took a step away from Torohir, nursing his left hand in his right where the lightning had blistered. It didn't matter. He deserved it.

"Go to him. I'll make it worse"

Even though the demon was gone he still reeked of the fade, little glimmers  of green and gold glinting around his finger tips. Tibbers didn't need him touching him, tainting him.

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A Helping Neck

[reluctant-herald]

Shaking his head, Torohir muttered, “Whatever you say,” under his breath with a slight chuckle, patting his horse once more. Before finishing his task with Lo'rian’s help, he gathered a few more apples for each of them; the large steed huffed happily at the offered treat, ears perked forward in a show of delight.

Satisfied with the way everything was settled on Bah'rhan’s back, Torohir followed suit and mounted into the saddle. He felt Lo'rian follow after, shifting a bit to make their positioning more comfortable.

He couldn’t help but swallow and blush lightly at the way the other’s hands felt at his waist.

With that, they were off. Few words were shared between Torohir and his vampire companion, the former too focused upon their surroundings for the slightest sight of danger. Only when Lo'rian declared he saw their target watch tower did he relax, easing Bah'rhan from his hard gallop into a steady canter. Whiterun could be seen faintly in the distance, standing amid the hills and mountains and blue-gray sky.

“Alright, how do you want to do this?” Torohir asked, slowing his steed to a halt near the watchtower’s base. He then dismounted, slipping free from Lo'rian’s hold and walking over to lean against the stone building.

Lo'rian landed beside Torohir, stumbling a little and catching himself against the horse, giving a small huff and straightening himself back out as he rubbed the ache from his shoulders and thighs.

"Do this? Hmm...well, I need to get to the cloud district. Once I'm there it should be relatively simple"

He speaks slowly, picking his words as his body language becomes a lot more forced. "I have a small bounty on my head. Nothing like a death warrant but enough to make getting into the city a hassle"

He had attempted a few weeks prior and had ended up hiding in a barn for half a day waiting for imperial soldiers to give up the chase.

"With you by my side though, well, it might make things easier"

Torohir had a level of standing within the city. He hadn't pushed before but Lo'rian knew about the companions true nature, and seeing as he needed to enter their territory, better to do so with one of their own.

The city was constantly under watch so there would be no 'good' time to enter,  but by mid day when the market was at its busiest it would make it harder to spot the duo in the crowd.

"I just need you to accompany me, we'll take the back streets, make our way up, I'll grab my package and it'll all be fine"

[reluctant-herald]

๑ //EEEHEHEHEHEH x3 //

confess a fetish or kink. 

“Huh? Damn, nosey shit. Fine…I guess maybe spit or something? Not just spit, andraste’s ass no, thats disgusting. But wet kisses, open mouths and gaping maws, that kinda thing. Hay! Don’t look like that, I know you’re into some weird shit so don’t go throwing stones in that kinky little glass house of yours sweetness”

[reluctant-herald]

Giving a nod in understanding, Torohir found himself cracking a small smile at Lo'rian’s quip.

“It would certainly fit the flair I find you so interested in,” he murmured in return as he eased his horse into a trot, matching the pace of Lo'rian’s hart as he rode off the beaten path.

At the half-elf’s comment, he followed suit and dismounted, leaving Bah'rhan with a pat before joining Lo'rian. He watched with interest at the way the other revealed the cache, ears flicking at the explanation and again at the sight of the item within the chest.

“It’s very pretty, Lo'rian,” he remarked as he found himself in possession of the bracelet. Giving it another quick look, he then removed his pack to set it inside; carefully though, so as to not damage the ornate piece

“How far to the nearest cache?” he asked, mounting Bah'rhan’s saddle and giving his horse a pat as he took the reins in hand.

"About an hours ride from there. I spread them out a lot, wasn't ever fond of keeping them in the same place you know? Seemed like it'd just be asking for trouble"

He got back on his hart and lead them onto the trail once more, occasionally stopping and pointing out a location, telling Torohir small stories about when he was younger. Most of them were short and to the point. How he fell out of a tree once. Another along a small bridge about how it had washed away in a storm and caused havoc to the encampments. Another about the time they had to chase of a heard of wild boar when they came down from the mountain ranges.

"Over there- top of the hill under the tree"

He dismounted again, the sun growing low now casting a large shadow as he climbed up and over rocks and bramble to the tree's tangled roots.

"It's- urm. Over this side- no. This one?" This one was harder. Rocks didn't grow. Tree's did.

"I think it was on the eastern side- I know the sun was up when I buried it but- Ah! Here"

He dropped to his knee's again, reaching within the entangled roots and brushing apart dirt and debris until he reached a few flat rocks. He pried them apart and withdrew a small pouch, reaching within and taking out a small set of diamond earrings along with an simple golden chain.

"Looks simple right? Got it from some lady who was obsessed with the idea her maids were trying to poison her. Wear this and you're pretty much immune to...well...everything"

Once again he dropped it in Torohirs hand, standing and dusting dirt from his knee's, glancing over at the wavering sun.

"Do you want to make camp?"

[princesuggestions]

[reluctant-herald]

Wicked eyes and wicked hearts

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A look of confusion and slight annoyance crossed Torohir’s expression at Lo'rian’s order, but he complied with a nod. Nonetheless, he took his bow in hand, preparing an arrow to loose at whoever proved the greatest immediate threat.

Tiberius stepped back a few paces so he could stand at the half-elf’s side. His staff was in his hand, spells on his tongue, and strategies running through his mind. He knew Lo'rian was focused on the demons based on the way they were turning to face the Venatori, yet that didn’t change the way they still caused him mental pain and discomfort.

Lo'rian’s jabs at his being a dreamer didn’t help either.

“Pardon my genetics for making me become ‘demon bait’ as you put it,” he retorted, sending a wave of fire arching out towards their enemies. A number of the Venatori were caught in the flames, and they screamed in fear and pain as they frantically tried to put their burning clothes out.

“Can you two stop fighting for just one minute?!” Torohir snapped, surprising both Tiberius and himself. He loosed his arrow as he did, striking an archer in the shoulder with a flash of sparks and sending them falling from the balcony.

The spell…it shouldn’t wear off for another few hours, Tiberius thought, swinging his staff and striking a Venatori in the face. And yet…Maker, why didn’t I think of that?! Adrenaline is causing it to wear off faster! With all the fighting and such we’ve done tonight…it will wear off within half-an-hour, at most.

"I'll pardon your genetics for making you an asshole thats wh-"

Lo'rians complaints fell short at Torohir's yell, fading off into grumbles beneath his breath and thankfully focussing on the fight at hand.

He focused on putting up barriers around the other two, relatively weak when he was forced to use his magic, occasionally casting a blast of force magic up onto the ramparts to make the archers fall but generally keeping on the defensive.

The demons faded and the humans fell, leaving the courtyard a bloodied mess but with the trio alive and living.

Lo'rian has a shallow cut on his arm but nothing a potion wouldn't heal.

"Well. Safe to say the court has it's eyes on you"

Not that they had kept it a secret, but a direct attack from the woman herself? That was ballsy even for them.

He dusted himself down before going to the bodies and starting to loot them, having no shame. The other companions occasionally made comment on Lo'rians lack of tact, happy to loot a body while it was still warm, but in the end he ended up with the best stuff so who was really in the wrong.

"Hm? Looks like a bounty. Hired muscle then. Guess it'd be better to call in reinforcements then try and use the courts own guards to take you down"

[reluctant-herald]

[Two’s trouble three’s a death wish]-Closed

[reluctant-herald]

“Lo'rian, vhenan…”

Torohir eased himself from his bed, brow furrowed with a mix of emotions as he saw his lover struggle with his inner demons. The man was clearly guilty, full of remorse…and he had said he was disappointed.

That he felt betrayed.

The energy in the air quickly became impossible to notice. When a window shattered, he yelped, and he quickly shouted, “Lo'rian, please, I believe you! I know you won’t do this again!”

His eyes went wide at what his lover had to say next, gaze turning to meet Tiberius’, whose own eyes were just as surprised as they met his own. Deep inside both their chests, they felt a pull, a sad longing; they both still felt for one another. Guilt and sorrow weaved into their expressions, and their eyes fell away from each other.

Lo'rian’s was right: they did have something he could never have…

Then there was a sudden flash of golden light, and the demon appeared.

Tiberius abruptly collapsed to his knees, holding his head and crying out in agony. The appearance of the demon was too sudden, too unexpected; he couldn’t have anticipated it, couldn’t have prepared himself for the onslaught to his mind. His body curled, forehead on the floor while his fingers dug into his skull, as though he could force the pain away through pain that was self-inflicted.

“Lo'rian!” Torohir shouted, shock and fear in his expression at the sight of the demon, Tiberius crumpled upon the floor, and Lo'rian’s blank expression. With the amount of Fade energy in the room, his own magic had been unconsciously called forth; blue-purple sparks dancing across his skin and weaving through his hair as he ran up to the half-elf, ignoring the utter chaos around him to take his lover’s face in his hands, pulling him down so they could see eye-to-eye.

“Lo'rian, ma'siu, snap out of it, please! Stop this before someone comes to investigate!”

His expression morphed, full of terror and devastation. “They’ll kill you!”

It was cold.

Someone was screaming. Another yelling, maybe. It was difficult to tell.

Lo'rian blinked slowly, magic sparking at his side as the great terror threw it's head back and cried out in the confined space of Torohirs bedroom.

It's head twisted towards Tiberius, zoning in on the distressed male, an easy target to devour.

The floor gave way beneath the creatures feet, claws easily cutting through the rock like butter, leering itself above the human before the terror suddenly froze, growling deep in it's chest as it's bindings tightened around it's deadly limbs.

Lo'rian moved, just a little, lifting his gaze to Torohir.

"...I made you cry again. Why are you always crying..."

His voice was quite, barely audible above the frantic screaming of the creature and the man behind them.

Lo'rian reached out, fingertips brushing against Torohirs cheek, feeling the other lightning burn at his fingertips.

"Would you be happier. With him. He loves you...he'll care for you, make you happy"

He inclines his head slightly towards Tiberus, wincing at the man's screams.

Oh. Demons. He didn't like demons.

The Terror jolted as if pulled back, straining against the magic, lashing it's claws back out at it's pray as the rose petals started to fall one by one.

"Would it make it all better if- you can be with him. You can be happy"

[reluctant-herald]

[Two’s trouble three’s a death wish]-Closed

[reluctant-herald]

Torohir’s heart ached as Lo'rian spoke up. The man was clearly frantic, guilt and anguish clear in the way his words were ushered, the way he moved as though riddled with anxiety.

He swallowed at the request; what could he say? He wouldn’t shout or get angry, but how could he go about responding to such questions when he didn’t even know how to react in the first place?

“I-I…I don’t know how to feel,” he finally whispered. He looked between both men with a lost expression, uncertainty in his eyes.

“I…a-already assumed it was simply an act of drunken passion, nothing more. I-I know if the two of you had been sober, such wouldn’t have taken place by any means.”

If anyone else were to even insinuate such, it would likely result in a fight, or a harsh lashing with words…

“I just…I-I don’t know. I-I can’t figure out my feelings, but…I’m not mad. Surprised, shocked, sad, disappointed…I-I feel hurt and slightly betrayed, too. Yet…I don’t hold it against you. I-I don’t think you’ll do it again, o-or maybe you will if you ever get drunk again? Regardless…”

Unable to finish completely due to trying to formulate his jumbled thoughts, he merely shook his head and shrugged, looking hopelessly between his present and past lovers.

Tiberius’ brow furrowed as a result. Well…that is certainly something, he thought, daring to look at Lo'rian out of the corner of his eye. I was at least correct in saying he would not have us exiled from Skyhold, and yet…there are so many questions to ask about his reply…

Now is not a good time for them, however.

“N-no! I wouldn’t. Never- not again it was- We....It was a mistake. It won’t happen, I swear it”

Could he promise that? Truly? i it wasn’t to happen again, then why had he allowed it to happen in the first place?

The air crackled, the window pane ion the far wall starting to mist over as small hair line fractures appeared over the glass. Lo’rian was slipping, his control starting to eb away as the guilt and internal anger swelled up inside him.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place , this is his fault, he was touching you”

His voice cracked, eyes which had been fixated on the floor suddenly snapping to Tiberus, the window shattering inwards in response. “I saw him carry you back to your room, holding you- it- I...I don’t like it. You have something i don’t, something i can’t every have-”

His voice cut out again, catching himself now, seeming to realize what he was saying and recoiling inwards once more.

‘You’re making this about you. This isn’t about you .You hurt him. Why are you doing this? Stop it. Stop itSTOPIT’

The floor beneath him flares gold and suddenly a portal opens up, great terror crawling free from the confines of the fade, bringing with it that sickening scream.

Lo’rian just stares forwards, blear eyed and seemingly dead to the world as his ‘pet’ scents the air with twisted snaps of it’s deformed body.

[reluctant-herald]

He didn’t inquire any further but the herald appareantly had read his scepticism even without words. Not too surprising, as the mercenary had not exactly made a secret out of his general distrust against magic during their previous trips or even now, but since this wasn’t a fight or any blazing effect of the same, he could cope easily with the use of protection spells and trusting their working.

Though Lo'rian couldn’t see it, Yun allowed himself a slightly amused smile, when noticing the effect his caresses had on the other. In a way he knew them all too well – he, too, had an extremely weak spot for having his hair played with so the elf knew exactly what to do for the strongest effect, curling his fingers through the long strands some more. „Now that’s what I like to hear.“  a chuckle followed and he stepped away from the bed again for a moment to start disrobing himself.

„And I believe even if she’s not d'accord with every of your decisions, this whole ‘the world might most likely end’ business otherwise should be enough to shut everyone suitably up, right?“

Yun didn’t take the time or effort to put his clothes away neatly, throwing them more over a nearby chair and even that only because there were some things in his inner pockets he did not want spilling or shifting so he’s sting himself next time he put on the armor. It sure did take a moment for the annoying amount of straps on leather armor, but it did give him enough time for another chuckle and Lo'rian an extensive look over his form. „I can live with that just fine – and accept a compliment as it is, and you can bet I consider myself handsome.“  even with all the scars he had, but seeing as whom the herald considered to be attractive,  the mercenary would bet scars were not a problem to him. „Gotta admit keeping up with a Qunari in any aspect is hard -“  he jested „- but I do know what you mean.“

After being stripped down, and obviously not ashamed of it in the least, he did pull one of his daggers from its sheath and placed it right next to the pillow. „Obviously I can, so who’d I be to decline that invitation?“  climbing onto the bed again, Yun gave a light tap to his eyepatch. „I doubt it, but I can leave this in place if you’re bothered by the sight.“ it didn’t hurt to ask – and since the elf had more than one partner in bed already shrieking in horror due to his missing eye, he had grown the habit of asking first.

“True, hate me as she might I’m sure she has no desire to die. Pettiness aside, peoples self preservation tends to outweigh general annoyance”

Hate was a strong, accurate word, but one Lo’rian used sparingly. People may hate him, true, but that was their downfall, not his.

He watches unbashfully as Yun changes, eyes dipping lower, smile widening, even more so when he seemed to agree about Qunari.

“A man of tastes I see, good”

He couldn’t be dealing with those who’s eyes only fell on long legged wefts. Lo’rian was a man of varied tastes, but the idea of sticking to ‘skinny elves and nothing else’ felt so restrictive and bland.

“What, you patch? Gods, how pathetic do you think I am? If you start finger fucking your own eye socket we might have a problem, but I’ve seen more then my fare share of flesh wounds”

He scoffed at the idea that something so simple would put him off. Missing eye or not, Yun was still attractive in many other ways and Lo’rian was shameless to admit it.

Instead he reached out and pulled the other man down beside him, hooking one leg up over his thigh, firmly locking them in place. “There, see? I’ve contained my desire to vomit, I’m sure I can keep someone as hideous of you by my side until morning”

[dalish-black-sheep-deactivated2]

A Helping Neck

[reluctant-herald]

“A good pick, thank you.”

Blinking at the wink—what does he mean by “fun bits”?— Torohir’s face lit up with a light blush. He promptly turned his head away to hide it, quickly gathering his belongings together for the remainder of the trip ahead.

“No no, I’ll help you. And I wouldn’t necessarily call last night a ‘fluke’ so much as you effectively stitching yourself back together after nearly being ripped in half by a dragon of all things.”

Giving a sharp whistle into the distance, a few moments later a dark figure appeared, revealing itself to be Bah'rhan. Offering the horse a gentle pat and smile, Torohir took another bite of the apple before giving it to his steed.

“Hope you don’t mind: he likes apples,” he stated as he settled his horse’s tack onto their main means of transportation. Once finished and checking his work, he then started attaching his equipment to Bah'rhan’s saddle.

“True. I was rather dashing wasn’t I?”

Another smirk, Lo’rian buffing his nails to his chest in mock confidence, or at least partial mockery. It was hard to tell with the man.

“Hmm? By all means, feed your stead, he carried us here, the least he can do is snack on apples”

Lo’rian  gave an awkward pat to the creatures flank, clearly not well versed around animals but at least trying to make an effort, helping Torohir with the rest of the packs and then pulling himself up onto the creatures back once he was fully loaded. His hands settled around the smaller mans waist once more, thumbing at the fabric and hooking one finger through his waist belt.

He kept his hood up to protect himself from the pale morning sun, the air crisp as they road away from camp. It was rather beautiful, with the dew lacing the ground, their ride kicking up droplets of moisture which glistened in tow, lightly falling back onto Lo’rians cheeks.

He lifted his hand and rubbed it away, staring down at the back of his glove for a moment, that usual smirk replaced with a softer more contemplative smile.

“We’re close, I can see watch tower”

[reluctant-herald]

๑ //EEEHEHEHEHEH x3 //

confess a fetish or kink. 

“Huh? Damn, nosey shit. Fine…I guess maybe spit or something? Not just spit, andraste’s ass no, thats disgusting. But wet kisses, open mouths and gaping maws, that kinda thing. Hay! Don’t look like that, I know you’re into some weird shit so don’t go throwing stones in that kinky little glass house of yours sweetness”

[reluctant-herald]

Leaving Skyhold satisfied (mostly) that things would be taken cared of in his absence, Torohir rode atop Bah'rhan after Lo'rian and the man’s own chosen steed. After a deal of time traveling, they proceeded onto the Imperial Highway; something Torohir knew all too well in name, but otherwise was drawing blanks.

“I…may have,” he considered, brow furrowing in thought and concentration. “But…I can’t recall honestly. It would probably just best to assume this is my first time here.”

Lest he had been there before, but under the overwhelming haze that life as he knew it was over.

“So, where are these caches of yours? Seeing as how you won’t tell me just how you got them in the first place, would you at least enlighten me on where we are headed?”

A brow quirked in question and slight playfulness. “Or will you leave me in the dark on this matter as well, simply to follow you around and hope you don’t have something else planned?”

“About and between. We’re close to one now- don’t worry I didn’t forget”

He tapped the pouch at his side where his note book resided, having noted each location down after hiding them in turn. He was sure he’d be able to remember, but just to be on the safe side...

“I mean if you’d rather I steal you away in the dead of night then all be it, I can do that sweetness but no, for now we’re just going on the worlds most lack luster scavenger hunt”

He spreads his arms out side for a moment before taking hold of his reigns once more, not as comfortable on his mount as Torohir was on his own.

He turned them away from the main route down into the underbrush, following along a small stream until they came to where the rocks flattened out at the waters edge making small pools.

“Over here”

Lo’rian dismounted and left his Hart to drink while he went and knelt by the edge of the area, pulling several rocks out of the way revealing a small underhand beneath one of the larger rocks, and inside it a small wooden box.

“It’s imbued to stay dry and ill explode if anyone but me tries to unlock it”

He explains, pressing his hand over the top of the box, a burst of light emitting around the edge before it unlatched, showing a large silver bracelet inside. It was ornate, covered in spiraling bands of gold and silver and inlaid with a large emerald crystal.

“Fade touched Veil Quartz . Gives one hell of a spark. Should be useful”

The air around the bracelet set his hair on edge, making it stand up a little as Lo’rian picked it from the box and handed it to Torohir.

“One down. Three to go”

[dalish-black-sheep-deactivated2]

A Helping Neck

[reluctant-herald]

Huffing indignantly at Lo'rian’s comment, Torohir gave a slight smirk as he readied an arrow onto his bowstring. Aiming for the apple, he took but a moment before he loosed the arrow, striking the fruit straight through its middle.

“Good enough for you?”

He quipped, rising to his feet and walking over to pluck the apple from the ground. Rubbing it against his tunic to give it a quick clean, he then took a bite, a brow quirking as he looked in Lo'rian’s direction.

“Yes, I rested well. How about yourself? Or do you not sleep? ” he asked, walking back to where his equipment was settled.

“Regardless, do you need another drink before we spar one another? Don’t think I didn’t forget about that by the way,” he added, unconsciously reaching for the bite wound left by the vampire at his neck.

“Good enough for you”

He had been getting the apple for Torohir after all.

“I sleep, then and there. Tonight I will,  for a while at any rate. I prefer keeping a more ‘human’ sleep schedule. You miss all the fun bits if you’re out for a whole day”

He said with a wink, smirk fading at the others comment but coming back full force.

“Mhmm not now hero,  I can last until tonight, well I mean I could last longer but best drink up tonight unless you want me looking a lot less...presentable”

he waved a hand dismissively, packing up his  supplies and pulling his pack back onto his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, last night was a fluke, still healing up from the day before. I’m ready and rested, tonight won’t be so...intense, promise”

[reluctant-herald]

๑ //EEEHEHEHEHEH x3 //

confess a fetish or kink. 

“Huh? Damn, nosey shit. Fine…I guess maybe spit or something? Not just spit, andraste’s ass no, thats disgusting. But wet kisses, open mouths and gaping maws, that kinda thing. Hay! Don’t look like that, I know you’re into some weird shit so don’t go throwing stones in that kinky little glass house of yours sweetness”

[reluctant-herald]

The sudden attack of kisses make Torohir giggle, shivers traveling his frame with each press of Lo'rian’s lips to his sensitive ears.

“And I enjoy your way of expressing your affection,” he managed to say aloud, smile bright and full of mirth.

He calmed further as he listened to what Lo'rian requested of him, his expression soothing as he intently focused on his lover’s words. When Lo'rian was finished, he nodded in understanding and support.

“I wouldn’t mind at all. It’s a perfectly reasonable request Lo'rian, and I would be glad to accompany you. I’ll just have to clear it with my advisors first, to make them aware I will be away for a short period of time.”

Pressing his forehead to Lo'rian’s, he added with a murmur, “Then I’m all yours.”

“Of course, don’t want mummy and daddy to worry “

Lo’rian wasn't overly fond of the mans advisors, as they were of him. Cullen thought him a threat, lelina knew too much and Josaphine was too frazzled for his tastes. But they did a somewhat decent job of keeping Torohir alive so he was able to let his anger pass.

“Good, we’ll make a date of it”

A week passed and they were able to get a few days off for Lo’rians little mission, taking two mounts out along the imperial high was to pick up his stashes. He’d yet to admit where they came from but after avoiding the question several times it seemed apparent he had no intention of telling the other, leaving it clear it was ‘stolen goods’ but not wanting to disclose exactly where. That was a past life now, and while lo’rian wasn’t above magpie’ing out in the field, he at least kept his pick pocketing to those they had beaten in battle and empty tombs instead of living, breathing innocent people.

“Have you ever been here before? The highway isn’t exactly interesting in it’s own right, the scenery is nothing to write home about, you do get some interesting characters traveling down it though”

[reluctant-herald]

[Two’s trouble three’s a death wish]-Closed

[reluctant-herald]

Tiberius could feel the tension in the air with each step closer to Torohir’s quarters. He could feel the way the Fade called to him and, distantly, the familiar tingling that told him demons were near.

We can’t turn back now, he told himself, nodding as he followed Lo'rian’s command and opened Torohir’s door. Closing it after the half-elf, he took a moment to take a breath, then headed upstairs himself.

Torohir was sitting in his bed, a book in hand. Such was a surprising sight to see; the Inquisitor rarely, if ever, stopped working to give himself a break. Granted, with the amount of alcohol he’d had the other evening, and the fact he was a lightweight at that, it was likely he had decided to take the day off and recover…if not for a few hours before tossing himself back into his duties.

An ear twitching at the sound of footsteps, Torohir looked up from his reading and met Lo'rian’s and Tiberius’ gazes. A small smile found itself on his face, and a greeting was on his tongue before he took in their expressions.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, brow furrowing with worry. “Has something happened?”

“…Yes, there has,” Tiberius murmured, stepping forward. He suddenly found he couldn’t meet the Inquisitor’s eyes, and looked anywhere but the face of the elf.

“Torohir, we…we have something to tell you. You know we were all drunk last night?”

Nodding warily, Torohir asked, “What is it…?” Anxiety and nervousness welled in his chest; Tiberius’ words were scaring him. “What…what did you do?”

With a shaky sigh and his eyes closing, Tiberius said lowly, “After we brought you to bed and you fell asleep…Lo'rian and I had sex.”

Eyes going wide, Torohir’s mouth fell open with shock. He looked back and forth between the two men, unable to muster a word.

His mind, however, was going into overdrive.

They did WHAT?! But HOW?! They HATE each other!

I-I wanted them to get along and possibly become friends, or at least allies. But sex? Th-they were drunk last night, I can remember that much…gods, why don’t I feel anything? I-I don’t…w-why am I not mad? I mean I am a little: Lo'rian…had sex with someone else after all.

H-he basically cheated on me…

His ears lowered at that thought.

But they were drunk, meaning thinking goes out the door. And Tiberius…gods I still care about him. I love Lo'rian, and I still love Tiberius…maybe that’s why I’m not as mad as I should be…

He kept behind Tiberius like a child behind their sibling, hiding from a disappointed parent.

At Torohirs voice Lo’rian visibly tensed, turning his head to the side,eyes fixated on the far wall with his ears pinned firmly to his head.

He expected screaming and tears, but when he heard nothing and dares to look back all he saw was Torohir looking sad and confused. If anything that hurt more. At least if he responded with anger he could expect that, could react in turn, but this? This wasn’t in the plan.

“It’s wasn’t- We...I didn’t do it to hurt you”

Already he could feel himself tumbling over his words, usually so apt at spinning lies and weaseling his way out of trouble, but now he was just stuck, chocking on his own saliva like some inept drunkard.

“It was sex, just sex, nothing more”

Sex, not love.it was still cheating, of course it was, what they had done was wrong, but maybe if he could get Torohir to understand it had been an act of flesh not infatuation, it would help lesson the blow.

“I was pissed. I wanted to hurt him-”

He swallowed thickly, reaching up to smooth his fingers through his hair, a useless movement only making it look worse.

“Can you say something?  Please just- get mad or...I don’t know”

He needed a response, something he could react from, to know where they stood. Anger and rage he could deal with, tear he at least knew how to handle,  but the silence cut through him like a knife.