⠀ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑, 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄. ⠀

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just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. honey and wildfire are both the color gold.

"Is my backside that flattering?" He teased, leaning down to peck him on the forehead briefly. Dorian looked all too adorable like this.

I can't fuckin breathe (Credit: .bhaal.babe on 🕜 app)

Laughing softly, he let out a defeated breath. "Alright, you've earned yourself a kiss." Smiling, he leaned in and pressed his lips to his, kissing him tenderly. Their second kiss that night.

Aegon couldn't help but laugh at Dorian's suggestion. "Very naughty, Dorian." He smirked slightly, closing his eyes as his hand stroked the back of his head. "But it is tempting."

Aegon laid back with him, his head remaining on his shoulder. "Even Varric enjoys messing with Cassandra." He chuckled. "She just adores us all, though. I'm certain of it." Smirking to himself, the elf peeked up at him.

Yawning softly, he stretched his arms over his head. Sleep was well needed.

"Oh, I know. She is a tough woman. I'm glad I'm on her good side. She was ready to behead me when we first met." He grinned, eyes fluttering shut as his hair was played with.

Nodding his head, he looked up at Dorian and stroked his finger along his cheek. "They thought I did it. I was beyond confused. I couldn't remember anything. I had no idea how I got this mark."

"I thought they were going to execute me. I mean, a Dalish Elf and a mage accused of murdering hundreds of people? Not exactly the best look." He smiled, staring into his eyes with adoration.

"It's a good thing they gave me the benefit of the doubt, hm? We would have never met. That would have been a real tragedy." Leaning up, he planted a soft, tender kiss onto his lips.

Clearing his throat, he shuffled over to ⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝘿𝙊𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙉 𝙋𝘼𝙑𝙐𝙎, holding his hands behind his back. "I have something for you. Don't worry, it's not another letter." He smiled sheepishly.

"It's not much, but..." He trailed off, holding out a single flower towards the necromancer. "Heh, I know it's a bit corny—" He spoke, flustered as he began to ramble.