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Well, that got a laugh so Jasper felt like it was an improvement on the sudden seriousness of the mood. The idea of Dorian in a massive purple hat was a ridiculous one but it was worth it. He didnβt like how the conversation was heading and better to make an absolute fool of himself than to continue on down that path.
It didnβt address the underlying issue and that Jasper had no idea how to fix. No matter his assurances, Dorian was still stuck on the idea that the two of them together would only end in tragedy. A part of him growled in frustration because surely it should be him who decide how he ruined himself. It came from a place of concern and affection.
It was novel that someone was concerned about his reputation when heβd long ago sullied it all on his own.
A part of him wanted to grab Dorian and shake him. Tell him that he was enjoying the time they had together. The sex was something he loved anyways but it was creeping into more than that. Jasper knew he should have long since moved on but he didnβt want to. He wanted Dorian. He was content to have him in whatever way the mage would allow but a part of him was starting to crave more than just the way their bodies fit together.
He was an idiot.
Jasper swallowed, looking away from Dorian and pretending to be looking for his clothes instead. If thatβs what the mage wanted then he didnβt want to push. Too much and Dorian might decide it was more than what he was willing to entertain. At least if he didnβt rock the boat he could keep the other man in his bed a little while longer.
βIf thatβs what you want. Iβm sure at least Bull knows that weβreββ he stopped on the word together βenjoying each otherβs company.β
Was it what he wanted? Dorian splashed some water on his neck, cooling himself down and washing off the lingering sweat from the night, and a part of him knew that he was being a coward. The brief mention of the Iron Bull had his head snap in Jasper's direction, expecting that sentence to go much differently, a casual mention that he was getting replaced, and he had no idea how he'd tensed up when Jasper continued past his initial guessing.
"What do you want?" Perhaps he snapped, but the idea of being replaced tore at something, and while he hadn't meant to sound bitter it was how it came out, and to avoid looking like some kicked puppy he turned his back against Jasper again, fingers in the cold water that he now idly washed his chest with for some excuse to stand there without looking at him as he gathered his clothes. "Shit," he muttered, under his breath, as he had initiated the conversation he had been dancing around for what felt like eternity, and he closed his eyes for a few heartbeats to gather himself as he prepared for the inevitable 'well this was fun while it lasted' speech he'd heard many a time at home, but no one had dragged it out quite like the Inquisitor.
So he turned, and while this was not a conversation he wanted to have in the nude, it seemed that that was his own fault, and he might as well face it properly, looking at Jasper who was still gathering his clothes, looking so annoyingly nonchalant about it all, not even standing up. "We've had our fun, I'm surprised it's lasted this long, back home.." back home things were different, and Dorian groaned, reaching up to rub between his brows in annoyance. "This is more than I ever could have at home, and it's fine, I'm fine, just have the decency to tell me if it gets boring, I'd rather be told outright than to see it fizzle out and then see you with someone else."
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The Warden shrugged, almost casually. "Not entirely, but perhaps not unexpected either. With the Wardens, I've met many a man with family trouble. At times parents and siblings, for others it was wives. Most didn't join the Wardens directly because of it, but their troubles indirectly lead them there, putting them in situations that brought them to us."
Notably, perhaps, Wesley didn't push for further details on just what troubles Dorian could have had that might have lead to two bad options, however one part did stick out. "I am rather surprised that Tranquility might have been a result... assuming you weren't physically attacking them, of course. I would have thought Tranquility would have been used only for the most dangerous of people. That it would be a rarity, if at all... all things considered." Tevinter was the haven for mages after all. True, 'haven' was far too generous a term, but it would have to do. It was the only nation in Thedas where a mage could actively practice their magic freely in public.
"I was a templar, years ago," Wesley revealed with another swallow of wine, "Before the Wardens. I served in a Chantry, not a Circle, so I didn't see the Rite performed in person but once, during training, but... once was more than enough. And I knew many Tranquil. And you are right... there are few things as horrible as that." He paused thoughtfully, "I'm glad that it wasn't your fate."
Suddenly the bottom of his cup was an interesting thing to look at when the subject was as sore as his most recent family history, and he knew that Tranquillity was hardly used, if perhaps for political gain as far as he understood it at home. If you managed to convince the other Magisters that one of them was beyond reach, then you'd have pulled them from the game like that. It was rare, but not unheard of. Sadly his case was, while wrong, definitely of another sort.
"No, no, if I was attacking them it was in self defence. I refused to follow the social rules and marry, have kids, do the things expected of a young noble in Tevinter." The why wasn't truly important, to him and to his family perhaps, but the South wouldn't understand why it mattered in Tevinter, not in the way they would at home. He could have had everything, he was among the best of the best, he could eventually have been Archon if he had followed the script that was written thousands of years ago, and he stepped out of line.
Dorian sighed softly, and looked at Wesley, nodding at the sadness in such a story. "As a mage I have a hard time imagining anything as awful as Tranquillity, I'd rather die." They became husks of their former selves, hardly a person, no emotions. There was no fate as horrible as that. "I can't imagine it's pleasant to oversee either, ripping a person of everything that makes them one." He swirled the wine in his cup, figuring it was time for a refill, and reached for the bottle to pour. Once done he raised a brow as a silent question of whether or not Wesley wanted a refill as well.
Dorian's fingers in his hair elicited a noise that Alistair definitely didn't mean to make, something between a groan and a whine that he definitely hadn't planned for. He'd have been embarrassed except at the same time Dorian knee came up to cradle his hip and Alistair couldn't help but forget his own moan in favor of grinning down at the other man.
He kissed him again, this time slower and more deliberate with his hand still at the brunet's throat and the other bracing against the ground next to his head. He closed the rest of the distance to ease the strain of Dorian's neck, unwilling to let it get in the way of him tasting the other man.
The adrenaline that he built up from sparring was beginning to turn into something else entirely, and he was becoming incredibly aware of the body underneath his as they brushed and pressed against each other through the kiss. Despite how slow it was, Alistair pulled back breathing hard.
"Far more than you should," he repeated, his voice low and amused as he looked down at Dorian. "Which suits me just fine. You could simply stay there instead."
And let me have my wicked way with you, he didn't say with it. His thumb gently stroked at the mage's pulse point instead.
It sounded like a good plan to Alistair, at least. He kept his hands where they had settled, in no hurry to do anything else other than pay attention to the man underneath him. The light and rising morning went unnoticed, the blond presuming that whatever they were supposed to be doing could definitely wait.
That little groan did something to him, it was raw and unguarded, and Maker, this was so unfairly wonderful when it came to losing their training session. He was shielding himself, or both of them, his knee raised to hide just how excited their kissing had him, and the rush he felt at being pinned, which was so unfair somehow.
"Here?" His voice broke for a second, earning Alistair a surprised chuckle. But they had places to be, a camp to pack up, friends wanting to join them on their adventures, but all he could think about was Alistair and the way he felt pressed against him, how he was sure he must be a flushed mess under him, and Dorian took a shaky breath.
It wasn't a lack of wanting, far from, but this was so beyond lingering touches or gazes, they had crossed something here in their close proximity, their excitement felt against each other, the kisses that had his lips swollen in the loveliest of ways, and all he wanted was to stay, forget the world and their responsibilities for a while and just be young and dare he say it - in love?
"For someone who's sworn off mage hunting you sure have me questioning," he teases, caught as he is, his smile playful even if he's hesitant.
That is, his attention is drawn towards camp where their dog is barking and he groans, tilting his head a little to rest his forehead against Alistair's. "I do want to continue this, but.. not like this I think, it's not a lack of wanting, but that my attention is flickering to and from camp," he admits, cupping his fellow warden's cheek.
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Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β the winter palace had proven itself to be every bit as bright and opulent as elspeth expected it might be. it seemed that every surface glittered in the light of many sconces and chandeliers. even her own gown and mask, fashioned to mimic the brilliant, sweeping feathers of a peacock, reflected and refracted the shivering firelight in a way most eye-catching. but of course, the entire purpose of wearing such a frock was to draw attention away from the inquisitor and onto herselfβand it appeared to have worked thus far.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β still, elspeth remained less than comfortable in court, however good she had become at hiding it behind pleasant smiles and indulgent nodsβand, in this case, a well-crafted mask cleverly affixed to a wand so she could lift it to cover the top half of her face as desired.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β it was as she was lowering the mask and turning away from the end of yet another conversation about who had made her dress that elspeth caught dorian's eye across the room. he lifted a hand, wiggling his fingers in a teasing wave, and she arched a brow. she made a quick show of glancing behind her to check that the gesture was intended for her, then crossed to join him leaning up against the wall.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βyou look like you're having about as much fun here as i am,β elspeth said as she came to his side. she paused to take a sip of wine from her cup, gazing out at the crowd of nobles interspersed with tray-bearing servants. βthis has always been my least favorite part of being nobility...but i suppose the penalty for growing up rich is that you must deal with the wealthy.βΒ
While this felt very much like home, he was aware that that wasn't the case for most of the people the Inquisitor brought along. And yet he felt so alive here, wasn't it for the silly outfit that was so far from anything he'd usually wear, stiff and Southern and all in all annoying him with how it resembled a military uniform. Or maybe he was getting bored with his current conversation when little things like that bothered him, maybe that was why he had started looking around.
Looking around paid off however, and he caught the eyes of pleasant company, giving a brief apology to current company as he waved at her, grinning at her reaction that had him move to a slightly more private wall, apparently aiming to become a wallflower.
She made him chuckle, "oh, I suppose it's the price we pay, yes," but it meant that he got to keep her as company, and now they both had a friend at their side who would make the evening much better. "It can be fun, have you tried those little finger foods? So Orlesian, but the tiny pancake with sour cream, red onion and caviar is absolutely divine with that crisp white wine," he said, maybe to say something pleasant as she looked thoroughly overwhelmed by it all.
"I think my least favourite part is the one where every available lady is eyeing me like I could become part of some collection. A husband, lover, son-in-law. It's quite the meat market, and they seem to think I've a price tag attached."
He'd known, of course, that apparently the man before him had been interested long before they'd gotten together but it hardly ever made the statement any less surprising. Alistair could never view himself as any of those things - suave, gallant, a good king. That Dorian saw him as such and chose to be with him. Alistair pulled the mage tightly against himself, holding him in an embrace as he simply let the moment sit between them. There was no way Alistair could express how grateful he was to the other man after all, and Dorian's claims all left him chuckling lightly.
"I never imagined for myself something like this," he confessed. "Getting to be happy, having somebody I adored and who adored me back. I told myself it was pointless to even consider it, much less⦠you. Having⦠everything I could ever want. Varric's stories were just that - stories that don't actually happen. And I'm still terrified you're going to end up terribly disappointed. All those high aspirations and I'm just here being⦠me. If anybody is going to be portrayed as the schoolboy in this situation, it's going to be me - lucky man that I am. It's a wonder the court can't already tell for how much I find myself looking at you."
Which was a valid concern, given Dorian's fears about their relationship getting out. They were both very visible and important people, and any fallout from the two of them getting out could hurt the Archon or himself. Alistair understood that much, even if he didn't like that they had to hide until they worked out the details.
"I'll be smarter about it," he promised. "We'll be smart about it. Today we'll have breakfast in the seating area, all proper and boring. My valet can get you fresh clothes in private, and we'll look like we've spent the morning in very important discussion. Then afterwards⦠afterwards maybe the fun part instead."
He grinned, now more pleased with himself and the plan than he had right to be. "But just so you know," Alistair continued. "That when we do decide to let this out, I'm not going to be downplaying any of it. There isn't going to be any question just how much you mean to me, you can believe it."
This time Dorian was the one blushing, but perhaps it wasn't due to the praise, but the idea of the two of them β together. He'd never had anyone like that, anyone to call his, just like Alistair there hadn't been a serious relationship, though it was in some part a surprise to hear that there had been none for Alistair. After all he could be exactly who he wanted to be. Then again, sometimes you just didn't meet anyone that felt like home.
"Oh, I travelled with him enough to know that while the stories are fiction he draws from fact," he said, the wet cloth dropped back into the washing basin, and trailed fingers down his stomach.
He looked into his eyes, warm and welcoming, and smiled at how easily he was agreeing to what so many hadn't. It wasn't that he wanted to hide their budding relationship, he simply wanted them both safe, and he leaned in, placing a peck on his lips. "I apologise. For coming with strings attached like this," and maybe some day they could step out there, hand in hand. It was a lovely thought.
For now he wanted to enjoy the good parts though, and stole another quick kiss. "I am looking forward to a full breakfast here in your chambers though, and whatever may follow," which was much better than his gloomy thoughts of what he couldn't be for Alistair, instead focusing on what they had, and that was a wonderful beginning relationship that he could easily imagine blossoming.
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Jasper couldn't help but laugh. Apparently his cock was more modest than the rest of him. A hilarious idea considering how little it took sometimes for him to be fully hard. He decided to help Dorian by pushing the material down the rest of the way, kicking his trousers somewhere behind him once he'd stepped out of them.
"There, is that better?"
He didn't wait for an answer, instead pulling Dorian forwards with a hand on his back until they were pressed against each other from hip to shoulder. Jasper rolled his hips, deliberately grinding cock against cock and cock against stomach. His hand trailed lower and found purchase on Dorian's ass once more.
"I believe you were taking me to bed with you." He said with a cheeky grin, as if he wasn't the one deliberately sliding his cock against his and enjoying the feel of hardness against his own. A taster of what they could be doing later if Dorian wanted it. One thing he had learned from their tryst in the library was not to push the other man to do more than he was willing.
But as much as he enjoyed having the other man's mouth on him, he wanted to explore other parts of his body.
Dorian could hardly help the snort when Jasper's cock sprung free from its pant jail, just as impressive as he remembered it, not that he'd gotten a very good look in the library under dimmed lights, but he knew how it felt on his tongue, and he didn't get to finish that thought when he was pulled forward, groaning slightly from the friction as well as the sudden skin against skin, the grope of his ass.
"Right, I was doing something, you got me quite distracted there for a moment," he said, winking at him, while still very distracted by how Jasper felt against him, not really wanting to part, though he knew what was about to happen would be far better than some silly rubbing against one another.
For now he leaned in too, uncertain at first before he claimed Jasper's lips, not sure if that was too personal, which was a stupid thought of course, as they were rubbing their cocks together, what was a kiss compared to that? It was hungry, needy, and while he kissed him he put a hand in his hair before he started to walk backwards towards his bedroll, for a moment wishing they were back at Skyhold with a proper bed to share.
The bedroll would have to do, and he only ended the kiss to lay down and pull Jasper with him, ending up with Jasper on his back, and himself at his side, stroking fingers up his thigh until he grabbed that wonderful cock that he now got a proper look at in daylight. "Daylight suits you," he said, slowly stroking him as he leaned in over him.
He ducked his head lightly in embarrassment. Even after all their time seeing each other it still made Alistair blush to hear Dorian compliment him so casually, as if his attraction was inevitable and his affection unending. It was, he'd come to learn, but that didn't make it any easier to believe.
"At least one of us enjoys it," he commented, quickly trying to move the subject on before the mage tried to compliment him more. They could go on for days exchanging love sonnets but it always made him blush. This at least was easier. "I'd be drowning without you to help me through this."
Because Dorian truly did have a gift for leadership, one Alistair had been forced to hammer into his own life. Organizing, seeing the bigger picture, understand the people - it all came easily to his lover in ways it didn't for him. "You're brilliant at this, you know," he told him. "Leading people and making them believe in something better. I admire that so much about you - " and he didn't just mean himself, since he'd been invited - "so I'd love to join you at the festival. Get to watch you work in real time."
But it wasn't just about getting to watch him excel. It was also a pleasant buzz in his chest knowing that Dorian wanted his company, was inviting him to his own home to appreciate his own culture with Alistair. It meant more that way, knowing he was wanted. He suddenly couldn't wait to spend the time browsing the markets and admiring the blossoms with his love.
"I'd make such an excellent prince consort," he said with a grin, not that he was suggesting marriage just yet, but it was a thought. Was he not Archon these days? Who could tell him what to do, and who would dare to go after him for a union to the King of Ferelden? Sure, it was terrifying, he was used to keep his affairs.. private. This would be a wildfire, it would change the political landscape in Thedas.
Maybe he should start slow and take Alistair home, see how he fared in Tevinter as his private guest before considering something so radical. "It's not a lot of work, it's a labour of love at most, but I do adore that silly little festival," he did since he was a kid, and it would be magical to share it with the man he so wanted to share his life with, however terrifying that at times seemed.
Dorian stepped closer, cupping his cheek, but he didn't make Alistair look at him, instead he kissed him softly on the lips. "I think it's when Tevinter is most beautiful, the orange flowers really marks the beginning of our best season, everything is so lush and green," and there was a certain joy in the air, a lightness when summer was just beginning. If he wanted to show that to anyone it was the man standing there with flushed cheeks, warm, and so wonderful even if he hardly saw that himself, ironic for a man with so much power, who was so beloved by his people.
How did anyone go about telling Jasper that he was no less loveable, just because there was half a limb less of him? It was a question he'd pondered ever since Jasper was no longer in physical distress, but the emotional one had taken over. His identity had been in his physical capabilities, and now he had been reduced to a moping couch potato full of self pity. Which was of course alright, he had a right to his feelings, but there was a thin like between that and slipping into something far worse than the current dark cloud looming over him.
So he took things in his own hands, and for a while that was like biking up a steep hill with a heavy backpack, but a little here and a little there did wonders, like learning that he could now freely take the metro, that so many museums offered free passes as well, and Dorian did his very best to go with him when he could. It had after all been on one of those trips that he earned his first kiss post-accident.
Jasper's love language was a physical one however, which made it so hard to make him feel loved when he didn't feel comfortable in his own body.
Love-making had been reduced to dimmed lights, while all Dorian wanted was for Jasper to see him through his own eyes, see how loved and desired he still is, which had him down a rabbit hole of ideas he had no one to discuss it with except for the therapist at work, and that had eventually given him ideas. Ideas that he was now doing his best to live out.
With the lights on and Jasper flipped so he was facing their mirror he might just see how admired he was, but Dorian wasn't being met by his eyes in that mirror, so he had to take that into his own hands, literally. He knew how to make him melt, how to kiss him to have his knees weak, but it was the hand on Jasper's jaw that was steady as he looked at their reflection, groaning slightly when he finally got eye contact.
He wanted him, all of him, but he wanted Jasper to see himself, to admire the man that Dorian was looking at through the mirror, his fingers slightly wet from Jasper's leaking cock, and he was holding back for now. This time he had a mission. "Then look," he said, forcing his jaw a little harder towards their reflection. "I want you to see how I take you," but most of all how Dorian looked at him in their shared reflection.
The grip on his cock was released however, but not on his jaw, and instead he held his hip, guiding him up from the bed to stand in front of the mirror, Jasper's hand on the wall next to it as Dorian looked over his shoulder, meeting his eyes in their reflection. "I'm going to worship you, if you can't look at yourself look at me, but do it in the mirror." He could say no, but it was certainly worth a try, and he was so hoping Jasper could agree to this as he was trying to speak the language of touch that Jasper was once a fluent speaker of.
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he hadn't thought that there would be so many escaped drow on the surface, but he was one of them, so maybe he should have. five or more years had passed since he'd last served lolth -- literally the blink of an eye in the long, long lifetime of a drow -- but the reputation lingered. the other drow had taken one look at him, turned pale. like they had run into death itself, and quickly retreated in the opposite direction.
rhys drew in a deep breath, exhaled it slowly. recent. at times, menzoberranzan felt like the sweat sticking to the back of his neck. at times, it felt like a lifetime ago, a different era of a life belonging to a different man. but the look at that other drow's face told him that his flesh may have left the underdark behind, but the memory of what he'd done had not.
he did not look at his companion beside him. βgo on,β he said quietly. βask.β
There was a certain.. air about the odd encounter, and while Rhys looked far from pleased, he clearly did expect some sort of repercussion from outnumbering the one human in the current company with another drow.
Words could be had, but he wasn't so sure he wanted to poke at what was clearly a sore subject. Rhys wasn't the first drow he'd seen, and while they were hardly as common as their more pale cousins, even in Baldur's Gate. But that wasn't it, was it? Dorian liked to think he was more perceptive than that, and something else than recognition of a kinship he could hardly understand had passed between them.
"No, not here," it was hardly the place, but maybe when they made camp later, when whatever that passed between the two had some distance from Rhys, something he'd have appreciated if the roles were reversed. "Unless you expect me to ask if you're alright, then please share."
@deathlieg said: β Oh please! There is always a contest with an ex itβs called βwho will die miserableβ. (shout out to that orlesian art appraiser that's still catching strays decades later)
While Dorian was definitely in the market for gossip, he didn't expect a personal anecdote hinted at, but it made the Magister snort, tempted to share stories. Much had happened since they first met, and back then it would have been deeply inappropriate to talk about eithers love life.
Things had luckily changed since, and he was no longer the angry and bullheaded student he'd been back then. Speaking of bulls however.. "Oh please, I'm sure you have excellent stories about exes. As a matter of fact I have some myself, and one in particular who actually died quite miserable. Or at least I tell myself that," he'd spent a lot of time with the Inquisiton staring far too deeply into a bottle, and on one of those nights he'd fallen into bed with someone he wouldn't have considered sober. "A Qunari spy, would you believe that? Me, a Tevene, at the time still son of a living magister. Oh, the gossip that would have caused back home, but anyway, I suspect it was all for information, and he turned against the Inquisiton β an embarrassing mess that I can luckily laugh about at this point in my life," yet it still stung to think about what could have happened if the Iron Bull showed his true colours even later than that.
