For @mythalsknickers , @nirikeehan and @dadrunkwriting
Cullen Rutherford & Dorian Pavus (SFW, pre-relationship, pining, feat Cullen having an exisitencial crisis), 231 words
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Cullen’s heart beats wild against his chest, like it’s doing its damnedest to break out of his ribs as he stares, wide eyed at a glassy-eyed Dorian who blinks owlishly up at him like he hasn’t just absolutely shaken the Commander’s world at its foundation with three little words. Honestly, it’s a miracle that Cullen hasn’t dropped him, while carrying him back to his quarters. Dorian’s mouth slides into a frown behind his mustache and Cullen thinks he must have been silent for too long. But what is he supposed to say? Dorian is… Dorian. Sure, he’s never shied away from flirting with him. He seems to enjoy it and making him flustered. But it's never been serious before. …Has it?
“You’re all I ever wanted,” Dorian says softly, abruptly pulling Cullen back from his thoughts. “Everything I always dreamed about. I’m sorry I can’t say it without too much terrible Ferelden wine,” the altus says softly.
“Dorian-“ Cullen begins cautiously, slowly lowering Dorian down onto his bed and pulling the blankets up around him, filling and setting a mug of water on the bedside table, tying to let himself and the mage down gently. “You won’t even remember this tomorrow.”
“Maybe not. But I’ll still feel it,” Dorian replies sleepily as he nuzzes his face into the pillows, giving into sleep and leaving the former Templar to his racing thoughts.
