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“I’m Not Calling You a Liar (Dragon Age II: Varric’s Theme)” by Florence + The Machine for Dragon Age II (2011)
This rendition breaks my heart.
Dating Dorian is just- he's a ten but whenever it's slightly cold to any capacity this man will comment on it and chances are he will claim to be freezing and need warmth from his partner. Man hates being anything but in a climate that clothes are optional, let him sleep naked in silk sheets and get a nice tan that's all he asks for.
▌ OPEN STARTER
❝ INCREEEEDIBLE TIMING ! ❞ Kiki's voice practically rang & bounced off all walls in her little hideout. She barely felt the need to look up – didn't matter who walked in, they just got promoted ; being the elf's personal assistant ! Lucky them !
Two little strides to the side brought her closer to the visitor, head not even tilting to catch their look ( eye contact truly is overrated ) and ooop - a mysterious, slimy object was planted just in their very palms. Half thrown, if it wasn't for the sparse space between doctor & assistant. ❝ Hold this. ❞ Some kind of organ, cold.
❝ – AND DON'T DROP IT ! ❞ A finger pointed UP, wiggling in scolding fashion while the taxidermist turned to the specimen on top of the table ; a mess of vials & jars & most questionable utensils scattered across the surface. ❝ I just mopped the floor. ❞
It was something he couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose at, for no matter how many times he’d surround himself with death, the scent was enough to leave a less than pleasant expression upon his face. A necromancer by title, years spent perfecting the art- and despite it all, how he couldn’t help but scowl at the sudden gift bestowed upon him. Instinct, to hold out his hands at such a request, only to feel the immediate regret as realization would wash over him. A part of him wasn’t sure what was worse- when blood and organs were left out long enough to begin their decay, or fresh, when the blood and viscera were still tangible and warm. He was quickly starting to favor the latter, the longer the organ lay dripping between his fingers.
“I suppose I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” The disdain lay heavy in his tone, lips etched into a scowl as he’d closed the space, attempting to find a spot to discard the unwanted remains. “You know, as much as I appreciate your art form, I must admit I care not to partake in such… artistic endeavors. Like any fine art, I tend to appreciate it at arms length- and preferably in a fashion that won’t stain my wardrobe- I just bought these gloves, mind you.”
He’d wait as patiently as he could, but even he had his limits, settling for placing the slippery organ atop the table, uncertain if the residual fluid left behind would stain. Kaffas. “Might I ask what it is you’re working on exactly? An act of preservation? or restoration? Surely you’re not just tossing all of this around for fun.”
The concept of In Hushed Whispers is always so sad to consider Dorian, just meeting this group of people, processing the terrible death they might one day experience should they fail to stop Corypheus. To grow to love them, be it platonically, or even romantically, to witness his partner being held captive, and knowing that if this evil isn't stopped, they might one day end up sick and dying from lyrium, or be slaughtered be demons. It's an experience that definitely down the line gives him nightmares, and leaves him clinging to his partner in the night. Even if he never admits it out loud, it's something that forever haunts him, knowing what is at risk, what might become of the world and those he cares for most. Why he will do whatever it takes, lay down his own life to ensure it never becomes a reality.
put that down, you don't know what it is.
@ca1amities
Every man had his flaws, and despite his attempts to deny that he was free of any- it was in fact far from the truth. Defiant, stubborn, rebellious, those were a few words to describe him in a less than decent light. It was simply in his nature to be curious, a habit that, even well past his youth, seemed to never fade away. A dangerous thing, like playing with fire, to ask too many questions, knowing just how dangerous the world could be. From magic- to the scene that lay before him- a table lined with various weapons of the crow who was fast at work. He knew better than to be in his loft, knew he was far more of a distraction than a help- but he simply couldn’t help himself.
Fingers would trail along the various instruments and tools that were laid out before him. Some were seemingly straightforward, blades of various lengths and sizes, a detailed crossbow, adorned with a raven’s head at the tip. Extravagant, and how he expected nothing less of an assassin like him. Yet there were other things that were seemingly new, and what left him inspecting the item before him. A silver rod with an ornate button on the side, half tempted to press it, before a sharp bark would be heard from across the room.
Put that down, you don't know what it is.
“Exactly, and what better way to learn what this device does, than to try it out firsthand? Seems the only logical explanation, I suspect there’d be no harm in it… How difficult could it be to use?” Thankfully it was pointed the right direction, for the moment the button was pressed, a long blade sprung from within, showing its true purpose- a hidden blade- or perhaps a stake- something that could easily be written off as decoration and nothing more. Out of reflex, the weapon was dropped, jumping out of his skin at how quick and lethal it was. A lesson learned, even if he’d never admit such a thing aloud. Clearing his throat, his gaze would shift to find the other- and sure enough, the space was closed between them, the look of frustration evident on his brow.
“It’s as I suspected. Quick. Easy to use. No harm done.” A smile would try and quell the heat that was no doubt bubbling in the other, “I had no idea you were a man of so many talents… Do you use all of these? Or are contraptions like this just for display?”
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skyhold was a beauty to behold as they ascended the mountain, however the interior was a much different story.
the place was swarming with spiders that had called the keep and it's rotting wood and overgrown greenery their home for what looked like hundreds of years. dust caked every surface, he could scarcely imagine how the others were able to BREATHE without a mask in a place such as this. it would take a village to flip this castle back around, and luckily they had just that.
it didn't take long for everyone to find and claim their little corners of skyhold as their own. leliana and the other scouts had agreed to the very top floor of their tower where they could make the most use out of their fleet of ravens. simon was agreeable to the idea, knowing he'd be harder and more difficult to reach on the days where he wanted to be left alone (which was most days). however, unfortunately for him, he was also the biggest and strongest of the spies, meaning they used him to their full advantage and had him hauling the several scraps of lumber and trash that was needed to clear out the tower, down SEVERAL flights of stairs until he deposited them by skyhold's entrance for disposal.
that meant he had a lot of run ins with the tevinter mage below him and the hermit mage that was another level below that for at least the first week. and with full respect, the hermit wasn't all that fun to talk to.
❝ you've done this place up nice, ❞ ghost comments as he checks up on his companion's progress on his way back up. perhaps stalling, or perhaps genuinely impressed, it was difficult to tell. ❝ cozy over here, are ya? ❞ he eyes the carpet and the plush chair he had somehow found in pristine condition.
lucky bastard.
@witandcharm || plotted!
He was a man that always stood out from the crowd, for him, at least. Surely not his intention, in fact, a part of him was almost certain it was the opposite. That seemed to be the nature of these spies, aloof, estranged to anyone apart from their own kind, their one purpose seemingly to serve beneath Leliana- eyes and ears where she needed them. This man was one of her best, or at least he’d been told, after nagging Leliana for so long for some semblance of information regarding the man with the haunting mask. Death often steered so many away, but he? He was drawn to it- drawn to him- even if the words were never confessed.
Yet he’d watch for a time, from the narrow escape at Haven, and the weeks that followed as they settled once more. The face of death seemingly coming and going, most passing by without noticing him at all. Ghost seemed an appropriate title, all things considered, living up to his name as they’d pass each other, time and time again. Perhaps it was the necromancer in him that could pick up on him better than most- a man who moved and made no sound- his very presence was enough to leave him peeling his eyes away from the busy floor below them.
Lips would curl into a gentle smile, the man's voice surprisingly gentle, a welcome change from the constant clucking of chantry hens, chastising him for his every move. Welcome company was few and far between- but he? He was more than welcome to invade what little space he called his own.
“I must admit, it’s far from the luxuries I could afford back home, yet I suppose it could always be worse. It’s not ideal to pick and choose furniture of a bygone era, left behind by whomever dwelled these halls before- but I’ll be damned if I’m forced to sit on the floor for my afternoon reading.” He had to take what he could get, truth be told. Better than being forced out into the cold. He’d shift his weight on the railing he leaned against, eyes quickly roaming his frame before he’d continue.
“I am comfortable, all things considered. I couldn’t help but notice however that this was what, your third trip today up and down these steps?” A soft and repetitive sound would roll past his teeth, tsk-tsk, as if to shame the one responsible. “I would be more than willing to offer you respite- hide you away for a time, so long as Leilana won’t make any attempt on my life. I would hate to cross the woman who kills people for a living.” A flirtatious lilt would linger in his tone, his gaze warm as he’d playfully tilt his head. “I can only imagine a drink is needed after all that hard work, yes?”
“give me your hand, let's take a walk.” // from cullen <333
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It was out of concern that he’d entered his chambers, knowing well for a man like him, just how quickly time could escape him. Day to night, and night unto day- at times almost certain he never slept at all. One demand after another, how consuming it could be, a man with the world on his shoulders, an army looking to him as the end of the world hung in the balance. What makes you think you deserve someone as good as he? He, who seemed to glow with light in a crowded room, as if blessed by The Maker himself. How he was never the religious sort- but not even he could deny his beauty. Radiant, alluring, how he felt drawn to him without a word ever being shared between them. Like a moth to the flame, time and time again winding up at his doorstep, simply to bask in his presence. Were he to ask, however? He’d simply find excuses, make something up on a whim. This just so happened to be one of those moments.
I was simply getting some air. An easy enough excuse, seeing how closely connected their designated corners were. A short walk, and he was practically forced to cut through his quarters- half expecting him to be caught up in a meeting to even notice him passing through. Yet there he was. All the more surprising to hear his offer, leaving him pausing in his tracks- only to be met with the offer of his hand soon after.
Eyes would glance, from the sudden gesture, to his golden hues once more. For a brief moment in time, how he could almost picture himself in one of those romantic novels. Cullen as a dashing young prince, offering his hand, a private stroll that was made for lovers, without onlookers and their prying eyes. Did his reputation really mean so little to him? To be seen with the mage from Tevinter of all people? That he would shamelessly keep him at his side, despite any rumor or speculation that may arise.
Perhaps love didn’t need to be kept behind closed doors. Not here at least. Not with him.
Fingers would lace with his, an act that felt easy as breathing, as if they were meant to fit together. Syrupy, sweet, and far too flowery for his own good, the thought would quickly be set aside, the moment they were out in the evening air. Brisk, the wind sharp and biting from on high, and enough to have him instinctively leaning towards the other seeking some semblance of warmth, or to block the breeze with his frame.
“You know, the longer I find myself spending time along these dreaded ramparts, the more tempted I am to borrow that mantle of yours. It’s freezing out here, and yet here you are, gallivanting about as if it were nothing more than a hot summer day. Is it always so terribly cold where you’re from? Don’t tell me that’s why you’re accustomed to it…” Fingers would only tighten around his, in hopes of stealing some semblance of heat from his lover. He would swallow his lighthearted complaints, if only to turn the conversation to him instead.
“I hope I at least managed to steal you away for a while… I can’t imagine your men will be all too happy when their precious Commander is stolen away for a time.” Yet still he’d do it, time and time again as he’d allow it- the notion leaving a smile upturning his lips. “I think it’s only fair I get a little time with you, as busy as you might be.”
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around posing requests / demands. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
memorize my coffee order, already!
quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.
stop comparing yourself, it's pointless.
give yourself a minute, [ name ]. you need rest.
don't move ... a single muscle.
can you teach me how to do that?
order room service – let's be lazy today.
pull out your ID, they card everyone here.
pack light, we'll be walking for awhile.
stop second guessing yourself.
don't say another word.
show me what you've been working on.
we're already late, can you hurry?!
we don't have time for this, [ name ].
just take the compliment, okay?
don't you dare just leave me here.
quit being so stubborn about this.
relax, i've got everything handled.
turn up the music! i love this song.
take my jacket, i'm not asking.
give me your hand, let's take a walk.
order whatever you want, it's my treat.
stop picking fights when you're tired.
meet me tonight ... our spot.
loosen up, quit being so serious all the time.
stay awake, you might have a concussion.
just let yourself be happy for once.
you have to stop sabotaging yourself.
tell me why you're really here.
drop your [ weapon / gun / knife ]!
quit trying to change the subject.
just breathe with me for a minute. in, out.
follow me and stay close.
just be yourself, [ name ]. that's all i want.
call me when you get home safe.
don't beg, it's pathetic.
stop trying to fix everyone else's problems.
can you [ tie / zip ] this for me?
stop lying to me. tell me what you did.
put that down, you don't know what it is.
tell me what you're thinking right now.
stay quiet until i figure this out.
tell me something i don't know about you.
come dance with me.
get out of my sight.
wear the [ item ] i bought you tonight.
take my arm, those heels look dangerous.
let me drive – you can enjoy the scenery.
can you stop hovering?
wait ...! hold still, i want to take a picture.
keep your hands where i can see them.
stop pretending you know what's going on.
find a first-aid kit. quickly!
you can't tell anyone what you saw.
take a nap, i'll wake you for dinner.
keep your voice down, they'll hear us.
don't you dare lie to me.
take the scenic route, we're not in a rush.
tell me a story from when you were little.
answer your phone when i call you.
give me your jacket, i'm freezing.
don't get yourself killed.
tell me what you see when you look at yourself.
tell me what you see when you look at me.
stop being so modest about your achievements!
leave them to me, just go.
just admit that you love me.
just admit that you hate me.
come here, let me look at you.
don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about.
[ name ], don't make me do this.
drop your [ weapon ].
stay here and wait for my signal.
don't just sit there, move.
take this and run, don't let anyone have it.
pretend you're my [ partner / gf / bf ].
don't look , you'll give us away.
stay with me, don't drift off.
stop pretending like you care.
go make sure the coast is clear.
take this with you. it's a good luck charm.
don't tell anyone about this.
if anybody asks about today, lie.
stop looking at me like that.
tell me you love me.
just kiss me, already.
talk to me in [ language ].
keep your eyes on the road.
stop crying and calm down.
give me one chance to explain.
come with me. there's so much we could do.
wear the [ dress / tie / item ] i gave you tonight.
show me how you like to be touched.
hold my hand.
kiss me, make it look real.
look at me. how many fingers am i holding up?
[ name ] ... will you marry me?
just slow down for a minute. what's going on?
take a deep breath, you need to calm down.
get out of here, [ name ]!
draw your weapon.
go rest. i'm not asking.
take a step back.
keep your promise for once.
quit assuming you know what i'm thinking.
give me a straight answer.
be polite to our guests.
look me in the eye and say that again.
put your feelings aside for a moment.
keep close to me.
here, let me see that.
look up at the sky.
run ... run and don't stop!
get out of here, i don't want to see you right now.
stand up, this isn't over yet.
close your eyes and count to ten.
keep your head down and keep moving.
[ name ], let me past.
listen carefully to what i'm about to say.
don't just stare, come in.
stop laughing, this isn't funny.
take this and hide it from me.
don't make a sound.
the sidewalk is slippery, give me your hand.
quit causing problems everywhere you go.
just admit that you don't know what you're doing.
stop right there, i mean it.
don't say that name aloud.
just trust me, okay?
stop acting so childish.
call the police. now.
tell me you love me, even if it's not real.
take a good hard look.
stop the car, [ name ].
let me walk you to your [ door / car ].
almost done, just give me five more minutes!
don't make eye contact.
stay out of trouble.
let me see that beautiful smile again.
just do it already, we've waited long enough.
hold me tight, and never let me go.
finish what you started.
tell me what you know.
quit being so melodramatic.
just stay away from me.
turn around. slowly.
don't be scared.
put it down before somebody gets hurt.
stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending.
grab me my [ item ], will you?
don't make assumptions.
put this over it to stop the bleeding.
get to safety! i'll be right behind you!
stay the night, i hate sleeping alone.
wipe that look off your face.
keep an eye on them.
look at yourself in the mirror.
eat. you haven't touched your food in days.
Dorian, being the most distracting party member not only for his looks but for the flair he has when casting his spells. Man loves being a backline distraction. When it comes to his lover they can feel the way he protects them, the way the veil moves around them, knowing that even in battle this man has eyes on them. He knows how good he is, and that's why he doesn't care to be subtle about his spellcasting and the way he moves. Does it make him more of a target? Maybe, but that is what his big strong companions are for, to keep him safe.
"ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ… ɪᴛ ꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ."
I just hate when people say Dorian downgraded in this game because what some might see as getting old, is something truly special to me when it comes to his character. This is a young man who endured so much growing up, the same man whose father wanted to do blood magic on him and turn him into a vegetable rather than let him be his true self. This is also the man who flat out admits he expected to die during his time in the Inquisition to become a sort of martyr for his people, but managed to live anyway and took responsibility to return to his homeland and help make a difference. This is a man who, in one of the endings of Trespasser, survived an assassination attempt ( thanks Bull rip love u miss u ) and probably many more that followed. Seeing Dorian in this game hit so hard because it's like, despite how bad things were for him, he kept going, he lived on, he still continues to fight for what's right despite the odds being against him. Truly the definition of never kys because he has come so far and what a glow up. So yeah, say his hair is terrible or whatever, but I however adore his smile lines, that show how much he's aged. I enjoy his crows feet, because he wears them so well. Let characters get old, let them show it on their features. I love every part of what he is now and am happy to see him again after all these years.
WALLS ARE NOT SOUNDPROOF, & where he resides behind dining hall certainly doesn't allow for peace and quiet when others choose to mingle just beyond pantry's door; hence why the moment he hears sudden movement from outside is he up & alert ( even in the safety of the lighthouse ). keen ears listen for the sounds of footsteps as other wanders about the space ( an attempt to pinpoint the source ), and when no sound of chatter comes from beyond does he rise from his place upon makeshift bed. footsteps of his own are ever quiet, the only sound to signal his exit from room's confines being that of the door swinging open as he comes to step out; nostrils immediately greeted by the scent of coffee as gaze settles 'pon him ( soft, yet sharp all the same ). are you okay? words come out in inquisitive tone, brow arching in suit as he steps further towards lit hearth; a vague question as it were, though one intended out of CURIOSITY more so than general worry.
eyes follow the path he takes as he strides towards table ( finding a place to perch 'pon it's edge ), & lucanis is quick to ease into similar, relaxed posture; body coming to rest back against stone warmed by the licking fire, his arms coming to cross over his chest. i'm fine. it's simple confirmation ( followed in suit by other's comment ) that causes for minute twitch of lips as the corners curl upwards, though smile is quick to fade as quick as it'd appeared when attention is turned to him instead.
❝ —he is around .. but your presence didn't stir him up. ❞ though it was never ( largely ) a worry to begin with, with the necromancer. ❝ i'm not up because he stirred me from my rest, ❞ & if he had, dorian likely would've been caught in the middle of this conversation with spite, instead, ❝ i just couldn't sleep. ❞ or rather, was reluctant to the concept.
body shifts, then; his weight settling to one side as his back leans further into stone foundation. & with brows coming to furrow does his gaze sharpen in suit. typically such a question would be considered as HIGHLY INVASIVE to the crow, for what happened between himself & spite was no ones concern but his own .. though it's after a moments pause as silence encases them ( save for the crackling fire just behind him ) that his reply comes forth; voice kept quiet & low as though the other inhabitants of the lighthouse would overhear. ❝ only when he chooses to throw a tantrum when he does not get his way. ❞ a pause, and a sigh breathed out through his nose. ❝ —i'm fine. he's nothing i can't handle. ❞
He couldn’t help but be concerned, perhaps something that could be seen as a flaw, the urge to always fuss over those he held near and dear to his heart. Difficult not to, after the life he’s lived, to know that most he loved, he ended up losing for one reason or another. The end of the world being a possibility only instilling the fear that any moment could very well be their last. It scared him, more than he ever let on, the notion that a night as simple as this could very well be a memory one of them would look back on, cherish, should something happen to one of them. Why he might grow tired of him, but still he would care for him either way- unable to get rid of him, no matter how hard he tried.
“I know, you wouldn’t have survived the Ossuary otherwise.” The response came quick, unable to keep himself from stating the obvious. Most men wouldn’t have lasted as long as he had, all too rare a thing for a man to be forced to withstand a demon- and live to tell the tale. “You’re strong, anyone with a pair of eyes can see that. But that doesn’t mean you have to endure your problems alone.” I’m here for you, the words lingered on his tongue, and though they never fell from his lips, lay clear in the warmth of his gaze, concern so clear even in that lull of quiet between them. He wouldn’t press the subject any further, not wanting to drive him away with a subject he didn’t wish to touch on. Instead he’d gesture towards the kitchen, a gentle nod of his head to show what he was attempting- and failing to do.
“Seeing how the odds of us getting a full night's rest are slim to none at best, I take it you would be just as interested in a cup of coffee as I. Unfortunately for you, my skills, both coffee making and cooking, are nothing compared to yours…” A subtle upturn of his lips, and he would break his gaze away from the other, making his way back over to the little makeshift corner kitchen, giving a gesture at the ground coffee, before looking his way once more. “Would you be so kind as to assist me? Give me a few pointers, seeing how you’re the man when it comes to good coffee- I’d hate to ruin what could be a perfectly good batch to share. If you’d be interested…”
@corpsepetal asked: kisses his cheek
It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. Then again, he should have expected it, the moment he heard his approach. Almost difficult not to, if he were to tell the truth. He would know this man blind, know him in death, from the very sound of his footfalls, to the attire he chose to wear that day. How he could close his eyes and know it to be him, golden bangles giving way to his entrance. He was hardly a subtle man, but that, among many other things, is what he loved about him.
In truth, it was a much needed distraction from the day. So many coming and going, asking advice, seeking answers that they always assumed he knew. The difficult part in being a leader, knowing that if he were to become Altus- there would be no more shying away from responsibility. Why he would endure, rather than brush people off to speak with Mae, or Viper, or anyone else for that matter. It was his to shoulder- and possibly a whole lot more in the coming months.
But oh, how he could stop a storm in its tracks. A simple gesture, an act of affection, the grace of his lips coming into contact with his cheek. It was enough to quiet his mind, the book in hand quickly snapped shut, as he’d turn to face the culprit behind such a mischievous act.
“You-” It was all that needed to be said. A quick exchange of smiles, and how quick he was to take hold of him. “Come here…” It was only fair after all, to return the loving gesture. Leaning forward, pressed on his toes, a hand would hook around the back of his neck to pull him to his level. Forced to meet him halfway, so that lips could lock, craving the warmth and embrace of the other.
To know that once he would have shied away from such an act- such a public display of affection, in the light of day for all to see. Now, he didn’t need fear that any longer- didn’t care to hide his feelings away, when so much was at risk. Life was too short not to love… he knew that now. Why he’d linger, even as they’d break away, sinking back to his heels, but lingering close enough to embrace the other mage. Comfort, security, feeling safe having him near. His gaze would come to settle upon him, his hand slowly creeping down the front of his chest as he’d speak, “Do tell me you’ll come visit later? I wouldn’t mind company this evening… if you have the time.”
