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Pavelyan. Xalynir Trevelyan x Dorian Pavus (approx 1200 words)

Dorian jolted slightly as the door to his quarters slammed open, the wood rebounding off the wall, nearly swinging back to clobber his amatus right in the face. Turning, he raised a brow as Xalynir stalked into the room, an apology already leaping from his lips, the entire sentiment rather at odds with the expression on his usually cheerful face.

“If I had to guess,” Dorian began carefully, snapping his book closed – one of Genitivi’s slower  works – and setting it down on the desk, “I’d say something has you rather upset.”

Xalynir's arms were folded tightly across his chest, his gaze bright with what Dorian could only assume was anger. After all, he had never truly seen such an expression on his amatus’ face before. 

“Dorian, do you think I’m naïve?”

The question was rather sudden. Dorian blinked a few times, attempting to process the demand. It seemed his silence spoke before he had a chance to, because Xalynir groaned, reaching up to scrub his hands over his face. “You do, don’t you? Why? I don’t get it! I’m not naïve. It was just… just a misunderstanding. That’s all.”

Well, they were getting somewhere. Not quite directly, but that was fine. Some matters took a delicate touch. Dorian supposed that was about all he could hope for, with Xal in such an unsettled state. “Why don’t you sit down and tell me what’s going on, yes? I am beginning to sense I missed something rather interesting tonight.”

The Inquisitor rolled his eyes, but sat as he was asked, the bed squeaking beneath his muscular frame. Turning in his chair, Dorian folded his hands over his knee and nodded to Xalynir; a silent gesture for the man to continue.

“So… well, there was this meeting, right? With a nobleman. Josephine and Leliana arranged it a few weeks ago.”

Dorian arched a brow as Xalynir hesitated. “Go on...”

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(I wish I was one of those people who can make gifs of their inquisitors for reactions. One day I’ll learn)

1: How do they feel about the Anchor?

At first, confusion (What is this green light, this pain that races through veins like fire on dry wood?) and a little of the curiosity that comes with encountering new magic. But quickly, it became a burden he never asked for but is resigned to carrying. It has the weight of Haven in it. It’s light, a beacon for all the eyes of all the people looking to the Inquisition for answers and action. 

He hates it and welcomes its ability to allow him to act all in one heartbeat.

11: What did your Inquisitor think, when laying eyes upon the throne for the first time?

In the marvelous space of Skyhold’s great hall, it was the only cleared space when his advisers first brought him in. Amid the rubble, the Inquisition’s throne was a bastion, a beacon, its sharp edges backlit through stained glass. It was dangerous and powerful and awe-inspiring. It was everything the Inquisition needed it to be, and Arrahon wondered with a great sinking in his chest, if he would be what the Inquisition needed, and if he would ever be comfortable seated at the focus of the whole room.

29: Which person would they lose the most coin to during a couple of rounds of “Wicked Grace?”

Easily Josephine, and not only because she is the absolute empress of Wicked Grace. After a successful journey to the Winter Palace, Arrahon was certain he had mastered the Game face enough to reasonably take on Josephine and the others again. While he’d improved enough to beat Cullen and Cassandra and a few others, he had the sneaking suspicion Varric and the Iron Bull lost a few of those hands on purpose. But Josephine is merciless at Wicked Grace, and Arrahon had absolutely not improved as much as he thought he had. Of course, it takes five hands for him to concede this.

35: Does your Inquisitor enjoy travelling? How much does your Inquisitor stick to their map?

Arrahon loves travel. Staying too long in Skyhold put a nervous itch in his legs, and left him moving constantly about the fortress, inspecting the gardens, or talking to his advisers, or practising his combat (especially after he’d specialized and had a whole new set of skills to acquire).

As far as maps go, Arrahon loves the beauty and detail of them, but the Dalish don’t use them. He wonders often if his party is tired of his constant divergence from roads and paths and simply too polite to complain, or if they consider that the benefits his wandering the countryside has brought outweigh the sore feet at the end of the day.

47: Does your Inquisitor write letters as well as Josephine? Which color is their ink? Handwrite their signature.

Perhaps not as well as Josephine, but he does write letters. Often, they’re sent to the Clan Lavellan encampment (once it’s been located and saved). If Dorian isn’t with them, and it looks to be a long time away from Skyhold, he’ll write a letter to his love.

He writes notes, too: a thank you to the quartermaster and the trainers of their makeshift soldiers, a note of support to the corps of singers, a note parceled around a few coins telling his bet for the archery contest.

And he always signs them:

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