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They’re judging someone, probably some random altus trying to sweet talk them.AND THE NIPO

Desi Fiore Trevelyan [@numinlavellan​] x Dorian Pavus. Dragon Age. 545 words. More under the cut. AO3. | @dapromptexchange​ 

Prompt: Dorian learns that the Inquisitor is a blood mage after a battle turns sour. He struggles with the knowledge and his budding interest in the man. How can he trust someone who uses blood magic? [x]

Based off of these beautiful angst-ridden comics that I can’t stop looking at by @numinlavellan​. (I saw this prompt and instantly thought of Desi/Dorian)

Rum’s apparently been pretty busy with Criminal Minds feels and a beautiful Inktober comic that I can’t wait to read so here have some Dragon Age feels too, and since I adore her ocs and I love the relationship between Desi and Dorian, and Rum’s awesome in general, I wanted to surprise her with this fic!

I hope you enjoy this and I hope I did Desi justice! This is written in Dorian’s POV. Also I’m so sorry this is so short. [title inspiration]

A part of him felt like he’d been an ass. Another part of him felt like being an ass had been necessary, and he’d been right in his reaction, his judgement, his words. Those sides were at war, his mind and heart unable to pick which to feel more, which was correct. Perhaps in a way, both were. He could feel like he’d been an ass but also feel justified in his actions. Still… those words lingered in his mind.

“We’re done.”

“Dorian…”

Dorian groaned and slouched back in his chair. He’d been staring absently at the bookshelf in front of him. No one bothered him, instead leaving him to sulk. Had they heard about the fight? Had they actually heard the fight? He hadn’t though they’d been that loud, though he did remember himself yelling and slamming a door… He didn’t think Desi was the type to go around, telling everyone about their fight. Perhaps he was left unbothered simply because he was the mage from Tevinter. He told himself it had to be that. He didn’t like the idea of all of Skyhold knowing what had gone down between him and the Inquisitor.

Desi…

He quietly cursed and pushed himself off the chair, coming to stand by the window. He could see Desi down in the courtyard, Cassandra by his side. He couldn’t tell what the conversation was about, but they both looked grim – though he was fairly certain irritated or annoyed was Desi’s default look with that temper of his. He guessed they were discussing important matters, perhaps Corypheus or the Inquisition’s next move. He doubted it was a heart to heart. There seemed to be some respect between the two, but from his perspective, they never quite seemed like friends.

Still… Dorian found himself wishing he was down there in Cassandra’s place.

Bye dorian you’re far too gone lol

after 84 years