Bits & Pieces
Little ficlets, set before Dreadwolf, in which former Inquisitor Trevelyan is now living in Minrathous with Dorian. (The ficlet below continues a subplot where Trevelyan's ex-boyfriend Marcus from the Ostwick Circle, formerly Tranquil and now unexpectedly cured, has been staying with them as he recovers.)
Link to the full collection of Dorian/Inquisitor ficlets.
The guest room where Marcus slept had been transformed. Plants spilled their greenery over every surface. The floor was covered by pots and planters. As if that weren't enough, so were the dressers, the corner shelves, and the chair by the window.
"A bit excessive, in my opinion."
That had been Dorian's only comment thus far. The plants were too much, but he hadn't made an issue of it. Of late, he had neither the time nor the stamina to spare for domestic squabbles. For weeks he'd been overly preoccupied by his work in the senate. Of course, it didn't help that nearly two months had gone by and he still wasn't sure how to properly relate to Marcus, the uninvited interloper in his household. So he left the burgeoning matter of indoor flora entirely to his husband.
Galen seemed to think it was a good idea — an aid to recovery, he called it, and promised it would hasten the eventual departure of their convalescent guest. Dorian remained unconvinced, and this evening he could take no more of it.
"That man is broken. He needs some other sort of arrangement than whatever this is."
"Probably," Galen agreed, "but I'm not turning him out and neither are you."
He summoned his best Inquisitorial voice to make that point clear. And while that was incredibly infuriating, it was also ridiculously arousing — and so the argument was set aside, abandoned in favor of more pleasurable activities between the two of them. Lying in bed afterwards — with all the worst of his annoyance and tension having been siphoned off and swallowed down by his husband — Dorian felt relaxed enough to offer a piece of unsolicited advice.
"His appetite is better than it was. He almost looks properly fed. We ought to consider that his libido will return — if it hasn't already. He'll need companionship."
"Companionship?" Galen sounded shocked to hear it.
"Don't you think so?"
"I'm not going to drop him off at a brothel, Dorian. If that's what you're suggesting."
A brothel wasn't at all what Dorian had in mind. "Why not host a small dinner party?" he asked. "We'll introduce him to a few of our finest friends and associates." Mostly, he was curious to see if Marcus and Rilienus might find each other interesting. It would make such a good story if they did hit it off.
But Galen wasn't ready to hear it.
"Broken," he said, sounding both annoyed and accusatory. "That's what you just called him. And now you think he's ready for entertaining at dinner and welcoming gentlemen back to his room?"
"Well, sex always helped me sort things out when I was a broken mess."
Galen sighed. "I think the plants are helping. That's always been his area of expertise."
"Perhaps you don't want him to find other men." It was simply an observation. Dorian was trying to be helpful here. Nothing more.
"Perhaps you want to hurry him along in this regard," Galen said. "For some unexamined emotional reason of your own."
Dorian rolled his eyes. He was well aware of his own jealousy. It wasn't entirely unexamined. "He's fixated on you." Dorian pointed it out in a reasonable and helpful fashion.
"From twenty years ago!" Galen objected. "I'm not that person now and we all know it. The only thing he feels when he looks at me now is rage."
"Galen." Dorian chuckled, genuinely amused by that assertion. "I don't think so."
"Really?"
"You don't see it?" How could he not see it? How could he possibly miss the way Marcus looked at him sometimes — with trembling lips and eyes full of uncontained longing.
"No, I mean–" Galen sighed in frustration. "Yes, all right then. We can introduce him to some friends of ours. Gently though. Not all at once. He'll find it overwhelming."
That was not the response that Dorian had expected. More defensiveness, perhaps? More strident objections? Yes, in fact, he'd been bracing himself for a flurry of those.
"You honestly don't want him anymore, do you?" Dorian asked.
And that was a strange question to consider. To accompany it, he felt a twinge of some unpleasant emotion. He'd first thought it to be jealousy, but maybe it wasn't. Perhaps it was something more akin to disappointment. But why would that be? Dorian tried to puzzle it out, but the answer wouldn't come. All he could do was repeat himself, his voice sounding flat and dull even to his own ears.
"You don't want him."
"Honestly?" Galen propped himself up on his scarred left elbow, lifting his head from the pillow to gain the higher ground. "You want to have this conversation now? We can wait, if you like. Maybe when things are less stressful with the Magisterium–"
"A glorious day that will never happen," Dorian said. "Best get it over with now."
"Right then." Galen paused, brow furrowing, as if it took him a visible effort gather his thoughts.
Their discarded clothing was scattered across the bedroom floor. Dorian wanted to sort it all neatly, to fold it, and put it away. Wait, he wanted to say, don't tell me. You're right that I'd rather not know. But his own curiosity kept him rooted in place.
"Here's how it is," Galen said. "I can feel it here." He touched his chest. "Little sparks of attraction sometimes. And I've thought about sex — a mental image here and there during lessons. But that's it. There's no version of him that's matured for twenty years along with me — emotionally speaking, of course. There's nothing we could bring to each other now that wouldn't be fraught and painful."
Dorian frowned to hear it. A mix of jealousy and disappointment churned within him.
"If it were me," Dorian said, "I'd want you to risk everything to win me back."
Galen nodded.
"If it were you, I would."
Stunned speechless, Dorian couldn't tell if his confession was something to welcome, or else condemn as hypocritical. Lacking a clear sense of what to do with it, he opted for a clarifying question.
"Oh?" he asked. "And where's the difference?"
"The difference," Galen said, "is that you wouldn't have left me the same way he did."
Dorian sighed. The jealousy slipped from his grasp like a bottle he'd grabbed with spilled oil on his fingers. "You're right about that. I would have fought against Tranquility with all the strength I had."
"I know it," Galen said. "And I know it's not Marcus's fault that he didn't. But it changed me."
"I understand it."
Dorian could feel himself relaxing. He'd had a long day, after all. Another exhausting day of politics would rear its ugly head tomorrow, but for now, he could rest, reassured by the comforting presence of his husband beside him.
But then, he remembered the guest room, overwhelmed by a chaotic mess of plantlife — a trivial remedy that wasn't doing nearly enough to soothe the room's sullen occupant.
"Maybe not a dinner party yet," he said. "But at least he ought to meet Rilienus."
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like i just. i just need to lay this out. becuz i need to go to bed but i will not be able to stop thinking about this otherwise. okay. so
the tranquil we see in inquisition
Avexis. who was a major player in the events of dawn of the seeker. helped save the day alongside cassandra. was honored by the divine. she's tranquil now. she's minaeve's assistant and we see her around haven but we can't speak to her
overheard dialogue between her and giselle reveals that she has been so horribly abused while tranquil that she wouldn't chose to be cured becuz she doesn't think she could handle dealing with her trauma with all her emotions intact
cassandra, who knew avexis, who tells you the story of saving the divine and mourns how she is celebrated while the mages were forgotton, has absolutely fuck all to say about any of this. if she even knows avexis is in haven
you don't know avexis's significance if you haven't watched dawn of the seeker. we don't see avexis again following in your heart shall burn
Helisma Derrington. becomes your lead of creature research upon your arrival to skyhold. presumably one of minaeve's assistants prior as she is given the position by minaeve if minaeve lives
(minaeve is the only character afaik that you can talk to about the tranquil at any kind of length and who appears to give any kind of shit about them)
you can have conversation with helisma, which i think is great, and she even gives you war table missions if you talk with her enough. it's been too long since i've played and i couldn't find a full video, but you can get SOME of her perspective on being tranquil. it isn't much. her memory doesn't appear to be very good
Clemence. you have one (1) conversation with him which is his recruitment, and that's only if you check out the mages in redcliffe and then bother to talk to ppl after your convo with alexius. his conversation is interesting but brief. i don't know if anyone has taken a fly cam for close ups on everyone wearing robes in redcliffe, but for the average player, he's the only tranquil we know to be there. we do not see him again
Maddox. a tranquil from kirkwall. he was made tranquil for passing love letters. samson was kicked out of the templars for passing them for him. the only thing cullen has to say about it is that meredith made mages tranquil for even lesser "offenses"; he doesn't appear overly bothered by this
you only get to see maddox if you side with the mages. he dies. he kills himself ostensibly to aid samson. he remains loyal to samson to the end. this is arguably the best evidence we have of a tranquil exercising autonomy
(EDIT: forgot to mention Pharamond. you only learn about him by finding an obscure note in a certain cave in the western approach. it doesn't really tell you what he was doing there and you have to intuit that he's an ex-tranquil. you don't know the significance of this unless you've read asunder)
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the tranquil are all killed. not all of them obviously, but a lot. the majority. so many are killed that their murderers have trouble finding more to kill. they are killed by the venatori. their skulls are used to make the ocularum that allow you to find the shards. tranquil skulls specifically are needed to make them. we don't know how they find this out
a tranquil must be killed within proximity to shards for the oculara to work. no one knows where that proximity is until the tranquil is killed and the oculara is able to be made. if the oculara doesn't work, they move to a different location and try again. the tranquil must be killed exactly as a demon possesses them. if their death is off even by mere minutes, it won't work. they have to do it again
(take into account how many ocularum there are. take into account that tranquil were among the largest populations in the circles and that the majority of them were killed. remember how many ocularum there are. take into account the failures during discovery and the failures during attempts to make them. estimate a number. remember that so many tranquil were killed, the venatori struggled to find more to kill. double the number)
you only find out what happened to the tranquil, this knowledge about the ocularum, if you enter the shack near the docks in redcliffe. it requires the deft hands fine tools perk. nothing is said about them otherwise
your companions have various dialogue about this. cassandra says she'd wondered what happened to them and that she should have looked harder to find them. solas says he'd wondered what happened, he says their deaths are a waste. vivienne says she'd assumed they were with the rebels and that she shouldn't have. cole says they couldn't call for help, that if he'd heard them he'd have saved them, that he'll avenge them
once you leave, no one says anything more. you can't say anything more. you don't even get a war table mission about it. if this happens prior to promise of destruction you can't bring it up in your post-quest convo with cass. you can't bring it up when you later discuss releasing the truth of the cure with her
the ocularum stay up. you can continue to use them. nothing is mentioned about whether they are ever taken down
people didn't care about the tranquil, if they even noticed they were gone. the people who cared about them didn't look hard enough for them, or they decided someone else must have. no one mentions them to you when you're herald, when you're inquisitor; you aren't given the option to look for them
the loyal templars didn't protect them. the seekers didn't protect them. the rebel mages didn't protect them. no other mage group protected them. minaeve is the only person we know of that makes an effort to protect as many as she can
we never get to talk to any tranquil character about this. we can't tell them about the ocularum. we can't tell them about the cure
the tranquil suffer the worst cruelties the circles have to offer. and then they die. they are killed en masse. off-screen. and they are never mentioned again
no one cares about them. you aren't allowed to care about them. the bioware writers sure as fuck don't care about them
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