I went with Inquisition and my darling Tristan Trevelyan the Shy Gentleman Warrior and his magic boyfriend!!
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Tristan realizes exactly a week before Satinalia that he doesn’t have a gift for Dorian.
It’s both odd and a little sad, because he’s always enjoyed Satinalia and now he barely remembered it was approaching. Is this what he’s becoming, someone so absorbed in war and death and destruction that he forgets the holiday that’s been his favourite since he was a little boy?
“You’re also absorbed in rebuilding and saving, amatus,” Dorian mutters against his neck. “Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Tristan replies slowly. He doesn’t mention the lack of a present. He’ll figure something out.
Well, there is one thing he’s thinking about, has been for a month or so now. It’s stupid, really, since he and Dorian have known each other for less than a year and loved each other even shorter time, but the possible impending end of the world has a habit of putting things into perspective, hasn’t it?
Even if that perspective shortens their life expectancy drastically, Tristan would very much like to spend what little he may have left with Dorian. Hence, a ring would be the perfect gift.
He doesn’t know whether Dorian feels the same, though. Neither of them has to deal with disapproving parents any longer, but Tristan is still scared to ask or even expect anything more than what they’ve already managed to achieve. Dorian’s chances to survive all this are far better than his, and he might not feel the same desperate need to say, to feel, to do everything before his time comes.
The light in Tristan’s palm flickers as if to remind him that despite everything, he can’t stop the time.
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(A week later he gives Dorian a ring, stammering about how it can be just a piece of jewelry if Dorian doesn’t want it to be anything more.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Dorian says quietly.)
