The grand fortress of Skyhold had served the Inquisition for over eight years now, it had been once the home to the rebirth of their fight against Corypheus and had given them a second chance. Now it served as the place where the greatest independent power of Thedas was held, overlooking both Ferelden and Orlais and causing great concern to both kingdoms. Yet they continued onwards, working to make sure peace continued throughout the land and doing what they must. Their reach was not as great as it once was, seeing as Josephine continued to work tirelessly to make sure peace remained for the Inquisition for Ferelden and Orlais. Truth be told Selhen wondered how long the Inquisition would last and if they should disband eventually. With Lelianna as the new Divine it strengthened their position for the moment, but the Inquisitor couldn’t help but think about the future and what it held in store for all of them.
But as the elf walked through and entered the castle gates once more, he couldn’t help but feel a faint smile on his face when he saw everyone still tiredlessly working away, devoted to this cause and willing to follow him through it all. Most of his companions remained, Varric had returned to Kirkwall but would write often and had visited once or twice, Vivenne was as busy as always but made sure to make a social call now and again.
Then, of course, there was Dorian.
He still remembered meeting him the first time, being stunned both by his ability to rattle off sentence after sentence without a moment’s pause, as well as simply been taking away by how beautiful he’d been. What a scandal they had been, a Tevinter mage and an Elf Inquisitor - the stories and rumors that came from them were endless. It had been eight years since he met that man, eight years since he’d fallen in love and given himself to someone for the very first time. Even with an ocean between them and so many miles, they were sill each other’s missing piece. As Dorian continued to re-build Tevinter in a better image and Selhen still continuing to fight for a better world for all that needed them. But that didn’t make the ache any less intense sometimes, though the sending crystal made things easier; being able to hear his voice and see his face before he went to sleep made it worth it. But still, it was never quite the same.
“Inquisitor, Inquisitor! I have a message Si!”
But it seemed that the Gods themselves had decided to bless him today, as one of his messengers ran up to him quickly as he could. It seemed that while he’d been away discussing diplomatic nonsense in Orlais, they’d had a guest arrive this morning - an old friend, a companion. His Dorian. The elf’s heart nearly skipped a beat at the news, not even able to try and be composed about it as a bright smile filled his face and he thanked the messenger before dashing off towards the war room in which apparently the messenger had last spotted him. Part of Selhen wanted to burst in, fling himself at the man and just never let go and he almost did. But at the last second he paused at the door, heart racing and trying to control himself; clearly Dorian wanted this to be a surprise visit, but he was more than happy to turn the tables on him just a little. So with skilled, quiet fingers he slowly slid the door open, making sure to take his time so it didn’t creek and felt a breathless grin on his face as he saw Dorian’s back was turned to him at the moment. So he slowly snuck in, closed the door behind him and stealth his way right behind the man before speaking against his ear.
“Well, well Magister Pavus. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” He asked, unable to hide the big grin on his face. Dorian was home.
