OTP list, 40 "I want a baby," but if that's not your cuppa, 35 "I wouldn't want to fight you, you're pretty feisty," for who else? Cullrian. :3
Angst Prompts or OTP Prompts
ok....... normally u right. babies aren’t my thing. but I like to think i’m pretty capable of twisting something to suit me. xD have both prompts! dorian: how old are babies anyway? 9? 10?
35. “I wouldn’t want to fight you, you’re pretty feisty.” + 40. “I want a baby.”
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When the practice ring in the courtyard wasn’t filled with soldiers and mages, it was full of children playing at it. Dorian found it distasteful at best, if for no other reason than because there were hardly ever any actual magelings invited to join in, but mainly because he thought it sent the wrong message to continue to allow a game whose premise seemed to be ‘capturing’ or ‘slaying’ the children begrudgingly accepting their role as mage.
It did have his benefits, as every so often Dorian got to watch a snotty child trip over their own too-big stick they were using as a sword. Or today, after having his attention drawn over by some particularly colorful language that should never have come out of a boy no more than seven’s mouth, Dorian got to see one of them get a healthy zap from a little girl, a little mage, who was tired of playing along. When she was met with a chorus of unfair’s, she only turned up her nose and claimed that she was only making their game more realistic.
It made a smug smirk spread on Dorian’s lips, but when one of the children refused to move on and more sparks started flickering at the girl’s fingertips, he decided that the responsible adult thing to do was to step in. “Is everyone… playing nice?”
It was the little girl who squared up in front of Dorian, arms folded across her chest. “Everyone is fine.” A scowl formed on her face. “Unless you’re looking to learn the same lesson he did, old man.” She hooked a thumb over her shoulder toward the child who was still pouting over being shocked.
Dorian’s eyebrows shot up, his hand going to his chest, but the amused smile returned to his face. “No, no... by all means, I wouldn’t want to fight you, you’re a feisty one.” That seemed to please her, even more so when he backed off after that, letting them get back to it, but when he lingered, it was with renewed interest in the outcome of their game.
That’s how Cullen found him. He came up alongside Dorian and placed a hand at the small of his back as he leaned in to ask, “Who’s your coin on this time?” before brushing a kiss to Dorian’s cheek.
Dorian tolled his eyes and they continued to watch in silence until he declared, “I think I want one.” When only met with a confused expression he added, “A baby. One of those.” He nodded back toward the group of children.
Cullen let out a laugh that was cut short when he couldn’t determine how serious Dorian was. “Those are, by all means, not babies, love.”
“I want a little mageling just like that one,” he continued on, gesturing to where the little girl was demonstrating that she didn’t need magic to make make one of the other kids eat dirt. “Do you know she called me old?”
“I’m not quite sure I can provide what you’re after,” Cullen said with another laugh. “Would you settle for an apprentice?”
“I suppose I could find that agreeable,” Dorian decided. And then after a moment of thought, “But do you think tonight we could at least say we tried?” One corner of his mouth curled up into a smile and when he peeked over at Cullen he saw it mirrored.
“I suppose I could find that agreeable.”
