“That’s a lot of words you just said. Unfortunately, while I understand them all individually, I have no idea what you just said to me.”
“That’s a lot of words you just said. Unfortunately, while I understand them all individually, I have no idea what you just said to me.”
Varlen gave a giddy laugh, his cheeks flushed red as Dorian confiscated his now empty glass of wine. “C’mon, it wasn’t so bad was it?” Reaching out, he snagged Dorian’s sleeve with one finger. “Bartenderrrrrrrrrr…” He held onto the word for so long that he almost forgot what he was going to say. “Don’t cut me off just yet.”
“Amatus, you have had quite enough for one evening.” Shaking his head, his own movements slightly less steady than they usually were, Dorian set their empty glasses on the nearby tray. They made a nice compliment to the empty bottle. “I had no idea Orlais would have such an effect on you.”
Snorting derisively, Varlen leaned his head heavily on his palm. “I don’t wanna talk about Orlaisians,” he drawled, then grinned as Dorian winced at his butchering of the word. “I wanna talk about us.”
“Pleasant as that sounds, I somehow doubt you are up to task.” To prove his point, Dorian picked up the balled-up napkin on the table and tossed it casually at Varlen’s face. It bounced off the elf’s forehead, unfurling and drifting past his doofy smile. “As I suspected,” Dorian determined, then pushed himself to his feet. “Very well, then…”
“Heeey, where’re you going?” Varlen complained, but ceased as Dorian moved around the table and hooked his arms underneath his own. “Ohhhh… you’re doing me…”
“Hardly,” Dorian replied with a roll of his eyes. “I’m putting you to bed, amatus.”
“Your bed.” Varlen waggled his eyebrows and allowed Dorian to haul him into a standing position. “Where you sleep.”
“Our bed,” Dorian corrected tiredly, but there remained an amused smile on his face. “The one, may I remind you, that we have been sharing since we got here.“
“We have?” A hiccup broke past Varlen’s feeble defenses. Frankly, just about anything could, at that moment. “Wow. I’m smoother than I thought.”
“I am loathe to break this to you,” Dorian began as he manoeuvered Varlen onto the bed, “but we have been seeing each other for over a month now.”
Grinning as he bounced down onto the mattress, Varlen caught Dorian’s wrists. “A whole month, huh?” Drawing him closer, Varlen pressed a kiss to what he hoped was Dorian’s mouth, but might have been his moustache. “’m the luckiest guy in Thedas.”
Releasing him and flopping back with a sigh, Varlen heard Dorian snort softly. “The drunkest, perhaps…”
Smiling to himself, Varlen just shook his head.
“Nope. Luckiest.”
