Reflection Ruesday
omg I actually checked tumblr before 2am this time XD
RULES: Go through your writing, art, gifs, etc. that you started but never finished and find something you love. Brush it up a bit if you want and share it.
Thanks for the tag @basedonconjecture ^_^ (hi!)
Open tag for anyone who wants to participate <3
I've got a bunch of Inquisition fics I've never finished, mostly because I wanted to actually finish them before posting anything, and then veilguard came out and, well... here we are.
So, these are my boys! I love them, I miss them, I will go back to writing them one day.
(Not necessarily Rated Mature but they do be making out a little.)
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Dorian had several titles in Skyhold. Anyone who'd befriended the Inquisitor simply used his name. Those who had a passing familiarity referred to him as ‘Lord Pavus’ if they liked him, or simply ‘The Tevinter’ if they didn’t. Josephine, however, remained somewhere in the middle.
“Lord Dorian?” She said to announce herself as she stepped into his alcove of the library.
“Something I can do for you?” he asked.
“Your presence has been requested in the Inquisitor's quarters at your earliest convenience.” Josephine continued writing something on her clipboard as she spoke, refusing to look up.
“Has it now?” Dorian smirked. “Is this an official request? Or is he truly too busy to ask me himself?”
“Er- I believe it is official business.” Josephine shifted uneasily. “As far as I know.”
“And what else do you know? What aren't you telling me?”
Josephine glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “Just between you and I, the Inquisitor did not seem to be in a very agreeable mood last I saw him.” she whispered. “I tried to get him to confide in me, but he only wishes to speak to you.”
“I see.”
“All I mean to say is I would tread carefully, if I were you.”
“I solemnly promise to be gentle with him.” Dorian all but rolled his eyes.
Aramil often conducted business in his quarters, mostly on his balcony overlooking the mountains. He claimed he liked to appear approachable in meetings, especially with those he considered friends. Dorian always suspected it was a flimsy excuse to prevent unwanted questions on how often Dorian himself was called into 'meetings'. Surely they had to know it wasn't always business. The Tevinter mage wasn't exactly known for his advice on Orlesian politics.
When Dorian climbed the stairs to the Inquisitor's room, he found the elf out on the balcony, leaning heavily against the railing as he surveyed his empire.
“You're sending your advisors to summon me now?” Dorian chided, as he sauntered across the room. “Credit where it's due, it was certainly a creative way to get me to your quarters, but I'm not sure it was the most subtle. Poor Josephine could hardly look me in the eye.”
Aramil didn't respond. No witty comment or playful quip as he turned around. Unfortunately, Josephine was right. He didn't seem very pleased at all.
“Are you alright?” Dorian asked.
“Yes.” he nodded, forcing a smile that wasn’t fooling anyone. “I’m glad you’re here.”
The Inquisitor’s words seemed genuine, even if his eyes told another story. Clearly something was bothering him. With the Inquisition, it could’ve been any number of things that he couldn’t, or shouldn’t talk about. While Dorian couldn’t do much to help with the war effort, he was nothing if not a helpful distraction from it all.
“If you wanted to be alone, amatus, all you had to do was ask.” Dorian added, stepping closer when he noticed the elf’s lips twitch up into a smile.
Aramil’s eyes fell closed as Dorian leaned in to kiss him. He kept things chaste for the moment, not knowing who all could see them from the courtyard below. Dorian reached for the elf’s hand, gently tugging him back inside to continue.
Once they were safely out of view, he reached up to caress Aramil’s cheek, leaning back in for another kiss. When he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist, he slid a hand up Aramil’s chest, curling the other into his long, white hair.
Dorian reluctantly drew back, intending to progress things along, but before he could duck his head to start kissing along the column of his neck, Aramil slumped forward, blocking his movement.
To Dorian’s surprise and confusion, the Inquisitor rested his chin on Dorian’s shoulder, tightening the arms around his back.
It wasn’t quite the passionate embrace he was expecting. Aramil was simply… holding him.
Dorian couldn't remember the last time he'd been hugged this way, especially not by a man he was sleeping with. He couldn't deny how nice it felt to have his lover's arms wrapped around him, but that didn't stop him from standing shock still, hands awkwardly hovering in the air as the Inquisitor held him close.
“Oh dear. Missing me already? You were only in the war room for an hour.” he teased, struggling to keep his composure in the face of such unfamiliar warmth.
A moment's hesitation was clearly enough for the Inquisitor to regret his decision. He quickly pulled back, grimacing to himself. “I’m sorry.”
“You seem… distracted, and not in a good way. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Not really, no.” he finally admitted.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no it’s not you, vhenan.” he said, reaching for Dorian’s hand to punctuate his statement. “I just… don’t think I’m up for anything more right now.” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for that. I’m the one who assumed.” Dorian could never be truly angry at his amatus when he wasn’t in the mood, but he couldn’t help feeling a little lost on how to proceed. He settled for giving the elf’s hand a gentle squeeze, wracking his brain on what to do next.
“Well, since I have severely misjudged the purpose of this little meeting of ours, why don't you tell me why you summoned me here?”
Aramil hung his head. “Today has been endless. Constant meetings and negotiations. I’ve barely had a moment to breathe, and then…” he sighed, shaking the fog from his head. “I just needed to see you.”
“And here I am!” Dorian held out his arms with a dramatic flourish. “See how easy that was?”
“Yes.” Aramil replied, with the barest hint of a smile. “Thank you. For being here.”
In all the chaos of the Inquisition, Dorian couldn’t imagine how Aramil managed to stay as calm as he did. Their fearless leader held the weight of the entire organization on his slim shoulders, but few saw the man behind the rather intimidating station.
Dorian didn’t feel worthy enough to be one of them.
“What can I do?” he asked, ready to do anything his amatus asked of him.
“Would you stay for a while?”
