#jamor

He was just in his shirt… Normally, such a thing would not be so scandalising, but the Inquisitor was always in so many layers. On the field, his robes rarely revealed more than his face; even when conducting business around Skyhold, Jamor would often be donning a jacket over long pants and blouses. Now, here he was, standing before Dorian with only his underwear on and a light, cream shirt thrown haphazardly over his petite frame. Inquisitor Lavellan yawned, politely covering his mouth with his hand as he did so. His big green eyes blinked sleepily up at the other mage.

“Is everything alright, Dorian?” Dorian took a small step back. Suddenly the scene felt so…intimate. Lavellan’s voice was both deeper and softer than it usually sounded, and Dorian was uncomfortably aware of his cheeks flushing slightly.

“Inquisitor! I was reading and the time must have got away from me, I was looking for this book…” He trailed off as Lavellan’s expression changed to one of mild amusement. “My apologies, I believe I know exactly what you’re looking for,” The Inquisitor began with a light chuckle, “I borrowed it from the library and, well…”

Dorian shifted; his moment of awkwardness replaced once again with his usual confident mask. “I understand. You’re quite the busy man.”

Lavellan smiled, “That’s certainly one word for it.”

There was a beat, in which the air between them seemed to simmer despite the comfortable chill from the surrounding mountains. Jamor cleared his throat.

“I’ll…go fetch it for you.”

He turned to leave, stopping to look back over his shoulder, a playful smirk on his lips.