#higheverbled

    He wasn’t sure why it mattered, because it wasn’t as though Cullen was betrothed to anyone. As far as he was concerned, he could fuck every barmaid from Kirkwall to the Korcari Wilds. He just wasn’t sure why it mattered to the Hero of Fereldan. “Did you have your sights set on her? If so, she’s still available and I’m sure she’d love to hear your stories from your glory days.” He finished fastening a piece of his armor and looked up at the dark-haired male. “I’m not sorry though. It’s not as though I can go galavanting across the world and have any woman I’d please. I had my duties to attend to.” 

“Anders was a friend of mine ages ago,” She puffs her cheeks up at him, trying to ignore the sting in her legs from the tea soaking through her pants, “We were in the circle together and if you tell Cullen any of this I swear I’ll set your long hairy legs on fire.” 

His stomach is doing the thing where it feels like it’s full of butterflies flying about. Alistair is always nervous when Lorin gets this close, but tonight it’s a whole new sensation. Every touch of Lorin’s lips to his skin cause a cascade of goosebumps over his body and he shivers under his touch. He can hear the breathy way he laughs, even as he squeezes him from behind and a noise leaves Alistair’s lips. He’d never had anyone do that before and it leaves him feeling a certain kind of way. With a quick shake of his head, he leans in and laughs softly, pressing his own mouth to Lorin’s to silence him. “No, it’s okay.” He pauses and then adds on, “I like it.” 

OKAY GOOD I’M NOT ALONE. 

-slams fists on table- ME TOO. I really wish I hadn’t sold my games now in order to buy something else....need space related things. 

Summerset is my fav because of the amount of personal wish fulfillment it gave me but objectively Morrowind was THE best. It let you become Dunmer Batman ffs there’s no beating that.

     He pushed himself up from his chair and rounded the desk, pushing the papers away so he could sit before Lorin and leans down to kiss him, not bothering to be gentle about it. It’s so unlike him to be so bold, but he was told not to feel bad about it and he’s not going to be. 

Their captor turned into Shaw’s fist, dropping like a stone. The guards moved with swords drawn before Shaw dodged in such a way that they skewered each other and recoiled appropriately before Shaw dropped them too. He took care of Lorin’s bonds first, whispered in his sometimes lover’s ear from behind, “Your punchline. Funny enough, serrah?”