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(Talesfromthefade) How about “I wasn’t going to mention it.” because that could go any number of ways, for whichever character or pairing most strikes your fancy? Welcome to the DWC! ^_^

Whiskers and Nickers

I had this cute and hilarious idea, I hope you like it! (especially, the title!) Also this is for DWC: @dadrunkwriting

#36 “I wasn’t going to mention it.” for @talesfromthefade feat. their OC: June Lavellan and his devilishly handsome lover, Dorian Pavus!!

Summary: June is in the stables grooming his Brecillian Sure-Foot Hart, Shiral, when Dorian searches to find him after his nap. Only, something has changed about Dorian’s appearance, and the people of Skyhold are having a hard time trying to find the heart to tell him. *Sera laughs in the distance*

Dorian had awoken from his nap, yawning at the sunlight that warmed his body through the stained glass windows. He stretched out his arm to find June missing. He patted the fluffy bed a few times, as if the elf had just shrunk. Nope, no mini June here.

He sat up, scanning the room. “Amatus?” he called out. Only to be answered by the silent mountain breeze swirling into the room. Where had that elf gone? He threw off the covers and began his quest to find his lover.

June had left Dorian in his chambers. He had looked so peaceful and handsome sleeping there, he didn’t have the heart to wake him. So he had gathered his things, pressed a kiss to his vhenan’s brow, and quietly descended the many levels of stairs to the throne room.

Shiral snorted at him when he arrived at the stables, slightly out of breath. It was almost comical that he could slay a dragon without so much as breaking a sweat, yet the stairs had exhausted him.

“Are you laughing at me, girl?” He asked, petting her velvety muzzle. “Did you miss me?”

Shiral threw her head up and down, her reins jangling like bells. She was such an intelligent and gentle creature. “I have missed you too!” June whispered, hugging her fuzzy neck. Shiral nipped at his hair lovingly.

She sniffed him, and pulled out of his embrace, stomping her hoof into the ground. Excitement dancing in her dark eyes. She was completely spoiled.

“I have something for you, but you already know that, don’t you?” June asked, his voice morphing into that mushy tone he used for any and every animal he came across. It was especially mushy however for Shiral.

June reached into his satchel, and pulled out a few freshly-harvested carrots he had been growing in Skyhold’s garden. Upon seeing the carrots, Shiral bounced around in her pen. “Here you are, my lovely.” He said and reached out his hand, letting her eat up the carrots. Her muzzle was tickling his palm, and a chuckle erupted out of him. “Good girl, Shiral!”

Dorian had made is way into the courtyard. He held up a picture he had drawn of June, asking if any one had seen him. Most had looked startled, and politely said that they haven’t seen him. Some had just stared at him as if he had just spoke ancient elvhen, and had burst out of a three tier cake, buck naked.

He was walking to Herald’s Rest when he had slammed into someone. A rather large someone.

“Dorian!” greeted Iron Bull. “How goes it down there?”

“Oh, Bull. Hello.” Dorian said, a bit disoriented. “Have you seen June? I seem to have lost him.” Dorian asked, lifting the picture as high as he could reach.

“No, I haven’t seen him.” Bull squinted at him. “What’s going on with your face?”

“Well, you are a lot of help.” Dorian pulled down the picture. “My face is going on. Its beautiful. Thank you for asking.”

Bull shrugged, “If you are okay with it, than all the more power to you.”

“Beauty is power, my friend.” Dorian called after Bull.

“Yeah. Sure, whatever.” Bull said over his shoulder. Why was Bull acting so weird? Why ask about his face? He knew it was dazzling but it was still so strange.

Sera was in her room in the tavern, petting the mustache she had stuck to her face with honey, when Iron Bull had walked in. Or tried to. The doorway was quite small, and Bull was, well, Bull.

“Hey Sera, why is Dorian walking around with his face looking like a baby nug?” He asked, ducking to make sure his horns cleared.

“Its rude to come in here without knocking, innit? Sera asked, twirling her new mustache. He gave her open door three firm knocks. “Can I come in?”

“You may enter.” permitted Sera, using her best Dorian voice. Bull looked up, spotting her face and the mustache nestled on her upper lip.

“That explains it.” said Bull.

“Hehehehehehe…Baby nug! So stupid!” Sera laughed, wiping a tear.

Alas, Dorian had found him! He should have checked the stables first. Not the tavern.

He ran to him, startling the creatures in their pens. “Amatus! I found you!” Dorian exclaimed, tackling the elf to the ground.

June laughed. “I wasn’t gone that long.” He said, pulling back to look at Dorian. His eyes widened. “Where is it?” June asked, shocked. Dorian sat up on June and reached out to touch his lip. It was bare. He felt naked.

“I wasn’t going to mention it.” offered June, smiling that crooked smile Dorian loved.

His mustache, gone?!

There was only one person who could have done such a monstrous thing.

“SERAAAAA!”

Sera had heard Dorian yell from across Skyhold. She laughed, and brushed his mustache with a tiny sliver comb she found.

“To Vint or not to Vint? That is the question.” She said to the flask of angry bees, still impersonating Dorian.

The bees plunked against the glass, buzzing their irritation.

Sera smiled at them.

#da drunk writing #June Lavellan #Dorian Pavus

Scout: Inquisitor…Here he is. They call him “Battle Nug.”

Scout: Um…Inquisitor?

June: I LOVE HIM!

Scout: Told you she would.

Silly warm up sketch. June got her battle nug and she loves him so much.

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