#inquisitorxdorian

[divinemanicstate]

the inquisitor and his prince charming

[rurousha]

Townhouse balcony, Witcombe, shortly before the wedding of Mahanon Lavellen and Dorian Pavus

Mahanon: Dorian, what are you doing up here?

Dorian: Hiding from my mother. What are you doing up here?

M: ...Also hiding from my mother.

D (overlooking the courtyard): Oh look, I can see them both. Oh, they're talking. Be prepared for damage to bystanders.

M: Dorian, they don't seem to be fighting.

D: Are they getting along?

M: Oh no, that's so much worse.

D: Dear, we need to hide. Quickly.

M: No! They're talking to Vivienne!

D: We're doomed. Corypheus couldn't manage what three driven women could do.

M: They see us! They see us! Get down!

[rageagainstthemarine]

18- zev/Levy, 27- Fahleon/Raya, 6- Dorian/Fahleon

18 -  You will not come to bed smelling like that

The tent flap opened, and with it came a breeze strong with the scent of rain, smoke, and sweat. Rain that would put out the smoking fire Zevran had spent the evening cutting. Leverette wrinkled his nose and pulled a blanket up to his face to mask the smell with a layer of old cotton and dust. He coughed and Zevran glanced up at the sound, a grin spreading across his face as he took in the disgust framing what he could see of Levy’s face behind the sheet. Levy pulled it all the way over his head when Zevran lifted his arms up, slow and deliberate to peel off his shirt.

“Toss that outside,” Levy demanded. Zevran did, along with his pants, he found, when the smell lessened somewhat. Not enough for the rain just beginning to patter on the tent to mask. “On second thought, you too.”

“Like one of your Fereldan dogs?” The elf placed a hand on his chest, wounded.

“I like dogs,” Leverette countered. Zevran’s face brightened and Levy shook a finger at him. “When they smell nice. If you want to smell like a dirty one, you can act like one and stay out of the tent.” Zevran pouted and moved forward, and Leverette shoved his hands forward while also scrambling back. “No, you will not come to bed smelling like that. I just washed and I’m not doing it again.”

“Here I thought you liked bathing. Or am I not worth undressing for?” Zevran asked, easily swiping aside the hands in his way. Leverette turned his face away before he could cup his chin with his dirty hands. “Ah, I see. You want to chop the firewood next, yes? Dear Warden, are you, perhaps, jealous of my finesse?”

Leverette slapped him away. “Go outside!” 

27 - “Stay with me for a while and pretend the world doesn’t exist.“

Fahleon didn’t remember asking for Raya, but he must have, or someone had in his stead. She sat besides him, for quite a while, too, if the ache in his back from leaning hunched over was any indication of the time. She must have arrived sometime after his slip between the present and the nightmare in his memory from the way she looked at him, all wide eyes and pale. He rubbed at his face, digging hard at his eyes until they burned. Burned more, maybe, he thought, blinking past stars in his vision and sand in the corners. He hadn’t slept much since the envy demon. He’d killed it, pierced it through the eyes with his own arrow and watched it fall with  dying scream, but there were others. He knew enough of the Fade to understand that - to understand others would prey on his mind, twist that nightmare into something worse than wearing his face, speaking in his voice, living out his hidden pleasures-

“Fahleon.”

He’d slipped away again, long enough this time for her to use his actual name. He breathed out, slow, and bit at his tongue until the fog of exhaustion lifted. He tasted blood. He wouldn’t let the demon get to him a second him. He wouldn’t let another demon see so much of himself again. He’d sooner see himself dead than used. 

“Why did you want to see me?” she asked, and he wondered how long she’d been sitting on the question. She’d have to wait longer for an answer, seeing as he didn’t have one.

Maybe it was to have someone who knew him nearby. If something happened, if he changed, Raya would know in an instant. Would she kill him, if he asked? He shook his head and decided that wasn’t what he wanted, either. Maybe it was to have a mage, someone who knew the Fade and its residents better than himself, but Dorian was more schooled in magic and Solas was an expert. He would have called for him.

“I can go,” she said, when he didn’t speak, and that frightened him terribly for a moment, even more than the thought of sleep and the dreams that came with it. She moved to rise and Fahleon placed a hand on her knee, removing it when he found it shaking. 

Maybe he wanted a friend.

“Stay,” he said, and he wouldn’t call it a plea. He’d jump if he said he was pleading. “I want...to pretend the world doesn’t exist.”

6 -  “Gilded bedpan. Who would have thought!”

Fahleon’s lips curled at the weight on his legs. A snarl slipped past clenched teeth when Dorian snorted. 

“This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, I think it is.” Fahleon bared his teeth at him and the mage waved it away with a flippant roll of his wrist. “You have to admit it is. A little, anyway.”

It wasn’t a joke - it was a monstrosity. It glittered in the light refracted from gemstones and lines of red set in a golden paintwork, all sorts of beauty for which it wouldn’t be used. Bright and glaring and in his face. Fahleon wouldn’t sit on it even if Josephine threatened to let him wallow in his own filth for the week it would take for his leg to heal enough to stand on again. Another dagger to his calf would hurt less than accepting this...gift.

“A gilded bedpan! Who would have thought,” Dorian said, through a peal of laughter that grated on Fahleon’s ears. “Orlesians can be so...giving.”

[bastionkeeper]

11. “What’s with the box?” for a fandom of your choosing ^^

ohmygosh I feel like this was supposed to be a nice “treat yourself do what you want” thing but I was immediately like “ohmygod I really hope I pick a fandom they like” I finally decided on Dragon Age Inquisition just cause I have written anything for that in awhile.

“What’s with the box?” Varric asked.

Cole, Cassandra, and Dorian were gathered around a table staring at a plain wooden box as if it held untold secrets. 

To be fair Cole looked at most things that way.

“Bright fast energy, but forgetful, this box is supposed to make someone smile, but not now,” Cole began. “This isn’t how it was meant to be found.”

“That’s all he will say.” Cassandra scowled. “I may be getting used to these...vaguely demonic powers, but they should at least be useful don’t you think?”

“I for one say we just open the damned thing and get it over with,” Dorian suggested.

“No!” Cassandra threw a hand over the box to stop him from reaching any further. “You heard Cole, bright fast energy? That sounds like Sera.”

“And where there’s Sera, there’s trouble, right?” Varric laughed. 

“She likes trouble,” Cole agreed in a soft voice.

“If it belongs to Sera we’ll either find something harmful or...wildly inappropriate within,” Dorian said with a wink. He leaned back gracefully in his chair and gestured towards Cassandra. “As a warrior you’re the perfect candidate to sacrifice yourself for the good of all and check for us.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Tevinter?” Cassandra growled, folding her arms over her chest.

“Are we the only ones that really know what it is?” Varric asked Cole, giving him a playful nudge. Cole smiled, and put a finger over his lips warning him not to say anymore.

“What?” Cassandra stood. “Tell us what it is, dwarf!”

“Can’t, sworn to secrecy,” Varric said. 

“You’ll find out now,” Cole said, as Inquisitor Lavallen entered the room. The young elf saw his friends gathered around the table and smiled.

“What are we all looking at?” he asked. “Oh! Oh no that’s where that went!” he gasped, grabbing the box hurriedly and clutching it to his chest.

“Inquisitor!” Cassandra’s eyes flicked from the box to Lavallen, as if she was debating whether to demand to know what was in the box or remain respectful to the young man who technically outranked her.

“So you’re the answer to this puzzle,” Dorian purred, standing up to greet the inquisitor with a kiss on the cheek. “Care to shed some light on it for us?”

“Well...I was going to give it to you later but...” Lavallen blushed, visible even in his dark skin. “Here!” he thrust the box towards Dorian.

Dorian pointed at himself with surprise that was only half mock, then took the offered box. He opened it up and pulled an ornately decorated book from within.

“Since you seem to have read all the ones in the library,” Lavallen said, a smile stretching out across his face.

“There’s been such a shower of gifts lately,” Dorian was blushing now too despite himself. “You will turn me into the spoiled prince everyone assumes I am. Please don’t stop. Thank you, amatus.”

Dorian pulled Lavallen in close and kissed him passionately. Cassandra found herself covering Cole’s eyes, and felt silly once she realized what she was doing.

[noctuaalba]

Finn Trevelyan x Dorian for dalishious-elf

handsome mages in love give me life

cutest thing I’ve ever drawn PERIOD. it will be hard to beat this one <3  

thank you for commissioning me dear :3