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Athras wasn’t sure how long it had been since Adamant. His time during the day was still a whirlwind of tasks that while mundane were necessary. Meetings with visiting dignitaries, meetings with Cullen and the others to discuss strategies, decide what needed to be done, looking after his companions after such a harrowing journey. Pretending that he was fine. He couldn’t allow anyone to think otherwise, not with how many people depended on him, needed him to be untouchable, unassailable. Pretending that he wasn’t still affected. That he didn’t see the twisted landscape when he closed his eyes, that he didn’t dream of that wretched corner of the Fade, the fear that seemed to permeate every inch of it.

He knew he couldn’t continue like that. He needed to dispel the thoughts that seemed to echo through him at any moment of quiet or calm. And what was the best way to better combat such a thing? Knowledge. Know your fears and they become less. So in the scant bit of free time he had, he all but buried himself in the task. Conversations with Solas were nothing new, but the length at which they spoke was. More books from the library piling the desk in his quarters about the Fade and the demons that inhabited it. Instead of tossing uneasily in an attempt to sleep he’d started simply getting up, spending long hours at his desk immersed in their pages as he tried to make some sense of things.

He hadn’t even bothered with dressing for bed, knowing that in this state he wasn’t about to sleep anytime soon until he all but passed out over a book. Instead frowning as he studied, pouring over the words of long-dead scholars as he tapped the back of his quill nib against his notes, a reflexive nervous sort of movement. He knew he had to conquer the issue. He couldn’t continue like this, not for long and who knew what the consequences could be for those who followed him, put their faith in him if he failed them in this. He couldn’t let that happen.

Something had to give and it couldn’t, it wouldn’t be him.

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Ah, that seemed like a very good reason to spend a few sleepless nights researching everything and anything dealing with the Fade. It was a little curious that something had taken Athras' memories from him and no one questioned it.

An explosion of such a caliber and appearing from the Fade did make a good reason why someone might be missing a few memories of what happened. Now they knew the truth, one that had disturbing implications. Dorian wouldn't tell him his concerns weren't valid they certainly were. He didn't have any idea how to reassure him though.

"It's been months since you first walked out of the Fade," he reminded him in the same gentle tone. "You would've noticed if something was wrong with yourself before now. Or the any number of people who are watching you on a given day would notice."

Dorian wasn't sure if that was reassuring but he felt that it was. There was nothing obviously wrong with him. They would've noticed. Certainly they would've.

"I've heard you talking with Solas, he would be able to tell what with all that time he spends with spirits and dreaming. Take his word for it, amatus." He leaned down and kissed his forehead gently. "You are yourself."

As always Dorian knew what to say. Attempts to invalidate the concern wouldn’t have worked anyways, the elf was too practical to ignore the real threat such a concern posed. But that reassurance that it would have been noticed, that someone would have seen the signs, that was comforting in its own odd way. Given how his every move, his every word was the endless source of speculation and gossip as it was, any oddity or strangeness to his behavior? Would be all but shouted from the tops of the tower as every Orlesian noble scrambled to be the first to share the delicious gossip.

“I never thought I’d see the day I’d be grateful about everyone watching my slightest move.” Trying to ease the tension he felt, the warmth of his lover’s lips against his forehead, the sweet sort of affection just earning a warmer smile from him, a squeeze of the hands around his.

“Once again you have just the right answers…” It would take a bit for the worry to settle, but Dorian’s help was invaluable in helping to put the most pressing fear to rest. “What would I do without you ma vhenan?”

Aside from continue in his endless cycle of overworking himself and being eaten alive by worries, that is.

"Pine miserably for my attention, of course," he said flippantly with his usual bravado. Dorian didn't like the idea of being without him so he moved on to other thoughts. He was trying not to be fatalistic and believe he had found something worth hanging on to.

Dorian looked down at him, head tilted slightly to the side. Athras looked better, slightly lighter than when he had come in. They had made progress. That was better than he was expecting when he first started this.

"Why don't you come lie down with me? I promise not to take advantage of you." He added a wink at the end to show he was teasing.

“Naturally.” He hadn’t known what to expect when he began this relationship, but what he had gotten? He certainly wouldn’t give Dorian up for anything, loved him more fiercely than he realized he was capable of. Sure there was quite a bit of gossip that flew about the pair, but Arthas didn’t care, was far too happy with the man to let something like that bother him.

Without the looming worry of the unknown hanging over him, he certainly felt better. Unsettled still, but even that would fade with reassurance and rest, he could tell that much. As it was, Dorian’s teasing earned a soft huff of laughter, Arthas tilting his head with a smile that was slightly coy.

“Now Dorian, is it really ‘taking advantage’ when both parties are so very willing and eager?” Slipping his hand free from Dorian’s if only to cap the inkwell and put out the candle he’d been using. Pushing out of his seat and onto his feet easily, before reclaiming one of Dorian’s hands in his to help tug him along.

Definitely time for some rest and relaxation in his opinion. Whether it turned to sex or not, he always did enjoy the time spent just curling up with Dorian, basking in the warmth and comfort of his lover.

Honestly, he hadn't meant sex. It was one of his favorite ways to ignore his problems for awhile but he had come here with the intention of comforting his lover, not necessarily seducing him. Here he was being genuine and selfless. Apparently it worked.

"Of course. I'm the horrible Vint corrupting the Herald of Andraste," he said brightly as he was led towards the bed. Another time he was going to talk about redecorating it. It was still a little plain though comfortable. He would prefer a little more silk, perhaps a bit more color but it would always be fine if he had Athras. "I'm always taking advantage though if you feel like taking advantage of me for a change please do."

He stopped at the edge of the bed and began the very delicate process of undoing his leathers. It was never quick. The complicated combinations of buckles, buttons and straps was always tricky unless he did it himself. His lovers always inevitably messed it up and tangled something.

Clearly Athras would need to reward that selflessness at some point. Sometimes sex was the perfect opportunity to drown an issue, but at the same time there were shockingly enough, some problems too big for even really good sex.

“The very thought of such a thing, how scandalous.” He responded in an amused tone, unpinning his hair from the twist it was usually kept in that kept it from getting too dirty, or from getting caught on something or grabbed in a fight. Shaking it out before he was catching it in his fingers to braid for the evening. It would be easier to cut short, keep it cropped or even shaved to be sure, but at the same time it was a small vanity of his that he allowed himself. “Though seeing how I’m a walking scandal as it is, I see no reason not to continue that trend.”

A Dalish mage as the Herald? Definitely set tongues wagging, even now.

His clothing while certainly nicer than what he’d started out wearing was definitely easier to get out of, so he was free to watch as Dorian went through what was almost an elaborate ritual of undressing. Buckles, straps, buttons, ties, all undone in a specific pattern that he wanted to learn. He wanted to be able to undress his lover himself one day, without having to stop and free the man from some tangle or another, even better if he could surprise the other in the process, and if he was going to do that, he definitely needed to learn how all those pieces fit together and who better to learn from than the man himself?

It certainly didn’t hurt that he liked watching Dorian in the first place.

Every bit of clothes was folded neatly and left on the couch in the room for the morning. Even deep down south like this Dorian kept many of his Tevinter customs like the clothing and his makeup. The little things were comforting.

"Yet, you've proven to be exactly what the country, no, no, the world needed." When he was down to nothing but his underwear Dorian got into bed and stretched out on his side. He liked watching Athras' nightly ritual of braiding his hair. It was so long and so beautiful. He did adore running his fingers through it.

He reached out and ran his hand over his thigh, a gesture meant to comfort and calm instead of seduce. "Personally, I find that quite enjoyable proving peoples assumptions wrong. It's very satisfying."

"It is satisfying isn't it?" Smiling at the light touch, undressing once his hair had been dealt with. He dressed very simply in comparison to his lover when in Skyhold, and it didn't take long for him to be setting the clothing aside, letting out a thoughtful hum as he peered back at Dorian, taking a moment to just... admire him.

"Of course, I'm guessing that you also enjoy being a scandal for scandal's sake too." Athras teased gently even as he was returning to the bed sliding in under the covers and nestling right in against him. Once settled he slipped an arm around his waist to tuck in even closer, resting his head against Dorian's chest, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of him, a smile still on his lips.

Yes, this was definitely preferable to earlier.

Everyone dressed simply compared to Dorian, even the Orlesians though they would never admit it. They stole all their fashion from Tevinter. Foolish Southerners.

"There's a little fun it that, I won't deny." He wrapped an arm around him immediately. As much as he played at being distant and above such things as emotions he adored cuddling and affection, craved it even. While he was better about asking for it and not playing it off as some joke he still struggled sometimes. Athras was terribly understanding.

Dorian warmed his fingers with a bit of fire magic and pressed them against his back, massaging some of the kinks and stiffness out. "I like this most of all, though."

After the incident with Dorian's father? Athras couldn't help but understand why it might be harder to be genuine about emotions, especially pertaining to romance. Just being patient with his lover, which honestly wasn't hard when he enjoyed affection and intimacy as well especially with Dorian. Not that Dorian had to ask often; Athras was an affectionate person in general, finding it difficult not to simply settle into his lover's arms at every opportunity.

"I can't say I disagree with that, this is absolutely wonderful..." Especially when those hands started working over his back, the warmth against skin and over tense muscles earning a low, content sort of sigh as he all but melted in against Dorian in response.

"Gods above but you do spoil me..."

This particular trick he had learned in his whoring and drunken stupor days but he wasn't going to share that with Athras. He was still horribly ashamed of that. Sometimes he thought maybe he wouldn't be judge but then his courage failed him.

"Spoil you? Ha!" Dorian made the laugh sharp and overly dramatic on purpose. "This is nothing, amatus. Bathing you in gold and jewels, the finest leathers, furs and silks, and the sweetest scented oils and soaps that would be spoiling you. This is nothing."

He no longer had the fortune to do that sort of spoiling but this felt like enough because of how Athras responded. Dorian paid special attention to the back of his neck and shoulders as best he could at this angle because of how he hunched over the desk. The tension was so easy to find.

Not like Athras would judge him. Be sad for him that he'd been in that poor of a mindset perhaps, but never judgement.

"It doesn't feel like nothing..." He was almost purring that reply as Dorian's hands worked over his shoulders, up his neck. Knots and tense muscles definitely obvious under that skilled touch, the elf more than happy to lay right where he was and be pampered. "Feels amazing is what..."

He definitely needed this more than he would admit. Alone it was so hard to relax, to put aside the responsibilities and worries of the day. A sense of obligation bringing little twinges of guilt, irrational as it might be. But with Dorian he felt none of that, was able to simply relax, be in the moment and enjoy the time they spent together.

"Invite me up earlier and I can give you a proper massage," he purred, his voice smooth as honey and warm as the fire in his fingertips. Honestly, he couldn't go five minutes without seduction. It came as natural as magic to him.

It was good, though, to see his work have such obviously pleasurable results. Athras already looked better. Now, to get him to sleep. That seemed to the solution to his needs.

"You'll rarely know that sort of relaxation and joy." Dorian would have him as putty in his hands with that which would certainly be a seduction. That was why they would need more time.

"You make it sound so tempting... I think I'll have to do just that..." He certainly didn't mind that seductive nature, finding it to be part of the charm that was uniquely Dorian. But for the moment seduction was the last thing on his mind, as without the pressing worry keeping him awake, the combination of actually laying down for a change, and his partner's skilled hands soothing the aches from him were doing wonders in sending him towards the rest he desperately needed.

"Never going to want you to stop at this rate..." Murmured more than spoken, that tiredness he'd been pushing away starting to sneak into his tone even as he was relaxing further, fingers idly stroking over the skin they rested against, an automatic sort of affection.

"I won't," he said softly, all the warmth and affection that he normally kept behind a wall of flirting and sarcasm right there for Athras to hear. The look on Dorian's face was impossibly tender and utterly smitten.

Rumors always had him using sex and romance to get the Inquisitor under his thumb to win favor. There was even talk of blood magic. It was all bullshit. Dorian adored Athras. Loved him even. If anything it was him who bespelled Dorian.

It was foolish the lengths he would go to for this man for the tenderness he got in return.

That tone had Athras peering up at Dorian, and with expression his lover was wearing just had his heart swell as he shifted to press a kiss, light and sweet, to the corner of his mouth in response.

He didn't care about the rumors other than the annoyance that those gossiping were disparaging Dorian in the process. He knew that they weren't true, and Dorian made him so intensely happy that he didn't care at all what others might think about their romance. It was the moments like these where even briefly, his lover let him in, set aside his mask that made it all worth it.

"You're so good to me, ma vhenan..." When had he fallen so completely for him?

"You did get the best man in the Southern countries." He blushed a little at getting caught staring so openly. Usually he was much better at this. "Also the smartest and he's telling you to get some sleep."

Athras was so close and if Dorian could just keep himself quiet for a few minutes he was certain he would have him deeply asleep. The real trick would be keeping the messengers and servants away when the sun rose so that he could get a beautiful full night's rest.

It would be the hardest bit of magic Dorian had ever attempted: to convince the world to leave the Inquisitor alone.

"Mhmm... most handsome too..." He murmured in agreement, even as he was shifting back to rest his head against Dorian's shoulder with a soft, content-sounding sigh.

As exhausted as he was it certainly wouldn't take long for him to be fast asleep, squirming slightly to tighten his grasp on his lover, one leg shifting over Dorian's before he finally went still, seeming content that the man was well and truly tangled in his grasp.

He definitely needed the rest, and if anyone could chase the morning retinue away, it would be him. Despite the clear trust Athras had for him, the servants still viewed him with some unease, were rather easy to chase away as a result. Assuming nothing world-shaking happened, the mage might just succeed in helping to let Athras sleep in.

He would absolutely never admit to it but Dorian watched him sleep for a few minutes. He let himself feel all the soft, sweet, painful things he felt for Athras as fully as he could feel them. This was, after all, where he felt safest to feel them.

Eventually, he followed his lover into sleep. It might surprise some people but Dorian was quite the early riser. He had to be one for study and two to look so flawless every day. It was easy for him to be up before Athras.

It was more difficult for him to extract himself from his very cuddly lover in the morning, though. After a long night it would be terrible for him to wake Athras trying to get out of bed so he could protect him from messengers and servants.

What was that? Dorian wanted to get up?

Unfortunately for him, his lover was quite the impressive one when it came to clinging in his sleep. Though while normally he'd be woken by Dorian's attempts to slip free, spend the time watching the man get ready for the day as he dozed just a little longer, this time he was quite soundly asleep. A good thing, he needed the sleep, desperately so after the past few days, and it might just make it a bit easier for Dorian to escape his rather tenacious grip.

Though once he no longer had the man in his grip, there would be a small grumble slipping from the elf as he snuggled in on the spot where the comforting scent of Dorian's cologne lingered, along with the warmth the spot still had.

He might be able to handle the cold when needed, but gods did he hate it.

Thank the Maker he managed to untangle himself and Athras stayed asleep. This was a good start to the day.

Dorian did his best to make himself presentable without all his tools and fine things but he deemed himself ready for war. He strolled out and instantly shooed away servants and took messages with the simple excuse that the Inquisitor was bathing.

Since he was used to dealing with servants and slaves when they argued with him he held his ground and pushed until they gave and he won. He did have one go get food to bring back but was very explicitly ordered him not to knock on the door.

It took a little while, but soon enough? They all got the picture, and there was nothing but blissful peace once food had been delivered. It was questionable how long said quiet would last, but for now Dorian had succeeded.

By the time this had been accomplished, the sun had been creeping slowly higher, and once it got to the point that the light filtering through the window cast over the bed? Athras had just hidden himself more completely under blankets to avoid the light, not entirely asleep but not yet awake either, with a small noise of protest. The gall of the sun, rising like that. And as slight as he was, once he was under the blankets so completely, it was almost hard to see he was still in bed.

Dorian settled by the fireplace, this place was always so bloody cold, with breakfast and one of Athras' books. There was never a bad time to read and he was certain that as soon as he left some waiting messenger would spring up and pounce on the sleeping Herald.

It was a fascinating read though boorish and dry in its explanations of the Veil. It must have been one of Solas'. It sounded just like a lecture from the man.

Occasionally he glanced over to make sure his lover was still sleeping peacefully and when he saw that he had vanished under the covers he couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped.

The Herald was terribly adorable sometimes.

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The messengers were of course waiting. It was clear nothing would get through until the man they were gripingly calling 'That damn dragon of a man' allowed it. Or until he stopped guarding the Inquisitor quite so jealously.

"Has no business being that bright out..." Was that small protest from under the blankets sounding a bit sulky? Perhaps. Athras was not much of a morning person, clearly.

A shift from under the blankets as he peered sleepily over at his lover, clearly debating the virtues of leaving his warm nest to instead settle in with him while things were still mysteriously calm.

A dragon, how flattering.

"I'm sure the sun will make a formal apology for shining," he said, skimming for the final sentences of the paragraph. He neatly marked the page and then rose from his seat. He went over and kissed him gently. "Good morning, amatus. Feeling well rested?"

Athras looked well rested. He certainly had more color to him and didn't look quite as terrible as last night. That was quite the compliment from Dorian who was willing to admit that without any effort at all Athras looked lovely in the mornings.

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I was digging out screenshots so I can make more icons and my god I forgot the nutcracker outfit XDD

At least now you can change those to something less ballet

The fact that Dorian didn't simply burn his and start a nudist trend is boggling XD

Excuse you, he made it look amazing.

Well obviously he makes everything look amazing even plaidweave.

Plaidweave is the worst invention of the north

Pure evil is what it is. And yet Dorian rocks it.

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Dorian stop being so cute it's not fair XD

nope never

Wow how rude >80

Phones are hard to tag from >_<

Eesh I know that feeling. @@

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