#serpens-aurea

[hoodedhawke]

"Don’t you dare stop.“

@serpens-aurea

“Don’t stop staring ? No I won’t f don’t worry...” Adam chuckled and continued to stare shamelessly.

[hoodedhawke]

“Good Morning Handsome"

@serpens-aurea

“Morning Dorian...” Adam grumbled under the blanket at peered at the Tevinter mage. His head felt like awful and he didn’t feel much better and he should stop drinking really.It always ended ins someone's bed nowadays.

[archerlavellan]

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Hmm?” He looked up from the report from Leliana, a cold plate of food on the desk next to him. “Probably not, in retrospect. I’ve been too busy, I suppose, I forget to eat.”

[archerlavellan]

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“How...domestic of you, Dorian.” Mahanon said with a smile as he settled back into the pillows, a bandage wrapped around his torso. “Really, you needn’t. I’m..” He shifted, grimacing at the twinge of pain from his cracked ribs. “Fine.”

[martin-hh]

[thebloodychampion]

” I’m here to set things right. Also? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult. “

“Well at least you can look dashing, I doubt I can ever do that.”

[disenchantryed]

@serpens-aurea

The library was, in some way or another, a safe haven. Rarely visited, except for those who were there day in and day out, and quiet, it was a place that Anders could retreat to, could hide from the pointed stares of Skyhold's visitors.

He kept to himself, stayed in a corner, reading and researching and writing his own notes on healing techniques, trying to develop more advanced techniques than the one he already used. Or, rather, that's what he had been doing, until a book he needed was behind a certain mage from Tevinter.

"Er... Excuse me," he says, only barely above a whisper. "I, um. Need a book that's on the shelf behind you."

Anders is aware that he generally looks like shit - but standing in front of Dorian, he feels even worse than he did before. Still, it wasn't something he could help.

[archerlavellan]

“Come here, I’m marking you so that everyone will know who you belong to.”

“I’m pretty sure they already know, vhenan’ara.” Mahanon said, “We haven’t exactly been discreet.” He went to him then, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing the fading bite mark he had left on his neck last night. “Then again, we don’t exactly try.”