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theluckywizard · 11 months

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Lucky Lucky Happy Friday! For DADWC, how about some Cullen and Rose at early Skyhold, plus "does that noise ever stop?" fom Dorian's quotes eheheheheh

Hi Dema! Definitely feeling sleepy and a little bit buzzed from the verdejo when I wrote this, but here is my fill for you!!! @dadrunkwriting

Rating: Mature

WC: 763

CW: Implied/overheard sex

Characters: Cullen/Rose Trevelyan, Bull/Dorian

The alpine sun bears down on us with a certain hardheadedness, attempting to warm us to spite the bitterness of the winds that whip across Skyhold’s battlements. All it really succeeds at is blinding Cullen and I as we attempt to take in the state of the encampment below from the very best vantage point. We each tend to our hair as the stiff gusts kick it up, Cullen’s tamed curls flipping forward in a comical sheet that he curses, while I claw at a web of strands that attempt to overtake my face. He looks frustrated, but I laugh in spite of it, because at least we’re here in this bloody fantastic keep that we could never have matched with our political contacts. At least I’m warmed by his company, cranky as he ever was at the moment.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do this later?” I ask him, elevating my voice to overcome the whistles and yowls across the parapets.

“It’s rather time sensitive,” he calls from a body width away. “And the view is best from right here.” He hugs his arms for warmth, stubborn as ever. I draw my shoulders around my ears like it might do something to counter the assault of the wind. It doesn’t.

“Let’s make it quick then and then we can warm up in your office,” I suggest. He points at the furthest reach of the frozen lake, indicating the inner checkpoint.

“At that distance–” Cullen is interrupted by the groan and rock of wood from within the tower beside us. His indignance is immediate. First the wind has the audacity to howl over him and now– whatever that noise is is just mocking him. “At that distance–” The knocking and moaning of wood against stone becomes more rhythmic. Truthfully there are a hundred things it could be with all the repair work descending upon Skyhold. But my cheeks know better somehow and a blush muscles it’s way forward from behind the windburn to overtake my cheeks.

Cullen is not to be defeated. He moves closer to the merlons and points with a snap of his elbow.

“At that distance the inner checkpoint should afford us–” The knocking has given away to banging and I restrain my expression into something, nothing good really, but something that isn’t abject horror or a moronic grin. I’m not sure who’s in there, but I know they’re having a proper roll. Cullen seems none the wiser, only increasingly incensed.

“Maker’s breath. Does that noise ever stop?” he demands. He walks over to the door and looks like he’s about to open it.

“Cullen– don’t–” I cry over the clatter of rough ridden furniture.

“What? Whatever work they’re doing can wait for you and I to finish our conversation,” he says, and just as his hand alights on the latch the cries and curses begin. His hand recoils from the latch like it had scorched him. He steps back, a darling flush seizing his face and ears.

“Do you want me to order them to knock it off?” I ask, a little smile slipping. He grasps the back of his neck like his head might roll off.

“Perhaps we could come back in a half hour.”

“I think five minutes might suffice, to be honest,” I reply, catching his eyes with a brazen little look, about as brazen as I’m capable of anyway. His embarrassment gives way to a reluctant smile and he glances at the tower where the door begins to bounce. Cullen covers his eyes with a gloved hand and paces away just as a cry of triumph breaks across the moan of the wind.

“Anaan!”

But of course. Cullen and I look at each other and shake our heads simultaneously, no longer able to contain our juvenile smiles.

“Andraste preserve me,” he mutters with a snort. He sighs heavily. “Tea? In my office?”

“Tea would be brilliant.”

“By the time we warm up, perhaps Iron Bull will have withdrawn,” he says and then mortified by his chosen turn of phrase, he continues. “... from the tower, that is.” My laughter is immediate and while embarrassment is an adorable look on him, he owns it, gazing back at me with a knowing smile of amusement. Walking back to Cullen’s own tower he ventures to speak again. “He really does make a racket, doesn’t he?”

“That shouldn’t surprise anyone,” I answer. “The man is nearly eight feet tall.”

“Does he have to do it in the middle of the day?”

“I suspect he would argue ‘yes’. As would Dorian.”

“Dorian?! Maker’s breath,” he says reflexively.

“Maker’s breath indeed.”

#DADWC #dragon age fanfiction #cullen rutherford #cullen x female trevelyan #cullen x trevelyan #iron bull x dorian #you too can have sex in the middle of the day cullen!#theluckywizard

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loveaintforkeeping · 2 years

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Rating: G

Relationships: Zevran Arainai & The Iron Bull, Zevran/Male Warden, The Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus

Word Count: 3k

Summary: “May I sit here?” he asked, wandering over toward the Qunari, giving him an appreciative look.

“Of course” the Qunari responded with a wave of his hand, “though you strike me as the type that wouldn’t have cared what my answer was”

Zevran laughed, “you would be correct my friend, Zevran at your service”

Zevran strikes up a friendship with The Iron Bull at Herald's Rest and finds his advice is sorely needed.

#zevran x surana #dragon age zevran #zevran arainai #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #adoribull #dai #dorian pavus #dragon age inquisition #dragon age origins #the iron bull #da: inquisition #iron bull x dorian #dorian x iron bull #da: origins #zevran x warden

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immortalmuses · 1 year

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I wrote this drabble like a hundred years ago for a friend. Just stumbled upon it on my old blog and felt like reposting!

Iron Bull and Dorian in the Modern!Verse (The Charger’s Bar)

They’re not even past the second aisle in the supermarket when it starts.

"What’s this?“ Iron Bull’s hand keeps reaching into the plastic basket slung on Dorian’s elbow, snatching things out as quickly as the younger man can put them in. Pavus just wants to read the ingredients on the new line of conditioners (all herbal, his perky little ass ) in peace, but he knows if he doesn’t answer, Bull will crowd him up against the display rack and get them kicked out of the store again. Sighing loudly, the mage turns to loft an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

"Bull, I know you can read. It’s the same toothpaste we always get.”

Bull makes a low, grumbling sound of displeasure. He’s directing his ire at the narrow tube of paste in his hand. “– No it isn’t. It’s citrus mint. What the fuck is citrus mint?”

"It’s the new flavor" Dorian shrugs, turning back around as if that explained everything.

Behind him, the Qunari grunts again, a sound in the negative. He tosses the tube back on the shelf and instead grabs a blocky rectangle to drop into the basket. “…This is better.”

Looking down, Pavus swallows a sound of horror. Oh Hell No. “Bull, that’s baking soda!”

"Yeah, and it works.“ Iron Bull replies, nonplussed by his lover’s theatrics.

"It’s disgusting! We use that to de-odorize the fridge!”

At this, Bull heaves a sigh loud enough to rival even Dorian’s broadcasted disgust. He begrudgingly pulls the baking soda (it is toothpaste, at least) from their basket and sets it back on the shelf. Dorian’s hand is creeping back towards the ‘new and improved citrus mint’ tube when the Qunari presents him with another brightly colored box.

"– Fine.“ Bull replies, sounding far too pleased to not be getting his way. ”…But if we’re gonna get a new flavor, we should get this.“

Dorian narrows his eyes, grabbing Bull’s wrist before he can drop his contribution into the basket. He lifts the Qunari’s hand and reads the label. ”…that’s– Bull, that’s bubblegum toothpaste. It’s for children!“

"Bet it tastes good, though.” Bull hums, his eyebrow doing that thing, “…Especially when I lick it off your tongue.”

And like usual, the Qunari’s vulgar word choice has a way of making Dorian falter mid-disgust, his neck heating up as he is (unwillingly!) tantalized by the thought. And Maker above, the thought of bubblegum flavored kisses should not be this arousing, what the fuck is wrong with him!?

The Iron Bull is smirking down at Dorian, his expression clearly stating he knows exactly what thoughts he’s put in the mage’s head. He wiggles the box at Pavus, and the younger man tries very hard not to notice that there are dragons on the front of it.

“……fine.” Dorian huffs at last, “But it goes under the sink. Andraste take me if Vivienne ever sees that in our bathroom.”

Laughing, Bull drops the toothpaste into the basket, leaning in to breathe warmly against the curve of Pavus’s throat. He rumbles, “you’re an excellent boyfriend, Kadan…”

Bull backs Dorian into the endcap of nasal strips while the younger man tries to scoff at such heavy handed compliments and fails. And of course they get kicked out of the supermarket anyway.

Not that either of them regret it.

#Adorabull #The Iron Bull x Dorian Pavus #iron bull x dorian #Fandom: Dragon Age #c: The Iron Bull #Iron Bull: headcanon #Iron Bull :: verse :: The Charger's Bar #hc

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divine-donna · 10 months

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inquisition companions react to the inquisitor missing half their arm

because bioware didn’t wanna give it to us, i decided i’d just do it myself. (insert thanos meme) even though i am like years late to the hype.

the game is like 9 years old at this point, but spoilers ahead.

do keep in mind this is my own personal interpretation of each character. it may not be accurate to your own interpretations. (also i know leliana is technically not a companion in inquisition but i included her anyways)

cassandra pentaghast

if cassandra could plunge a knife into the heart of solas, she would. she would not let him get away with betraying you and taking the anchor along with your arm. you had basically fallen into her arms when you emerged from the portal and she had to carry you back to halamshiral. for the days you were unconscious, cassandra was anxious and extra prickly. there were many times where cullen would have to talk her down from her anger. even varric did too.

dorian pavus

the first thing he did was crack a joke. the atmosphere was tense and it just slipped out. “i asked you to come back in one piece, not missing one.” safe to say, the other companions did not approve of his joke. dorian was set to return to tevinter after being notified of his new position as a magister, but he delayed the return to his homeland for you. he sat in your room as you lied unconscious, barely breathing, leg anxious bouncing up and down. when you awoke, you were immediately met with a large and tight hug from him. he knocked the air out of your lungs from that.

blackwall

blackwall admires you. in fact, everyone would go so far as to say he adores you. he thinks of you as strong, capable, almost infallible. you closed rifts, you closed the big green tear in the sky, and you defeated corypheus! what couldn’t you do? all your feats proved to him that you were the strongest leader he could ever know. and yet, you were still mortal. you left the eluvians mortally wounded and exhausted beyond belief, your eyelids so heavy and ready to close so you may drift off into the black void of sleep. blackwall would not let you, not until you were taken away to be cared for. you found him sitting besides you, awake and on guard. your mortality was his reminder that you and him were the same, even if your lives appeared to be completely different. and he understood that the world would need a leader like you and that is dangerous.

iron bull

the bull could feel a stronger kinship with you that day. it appears that the both of you lost something. he betrayed the qun for the inquisition, thus losing a part of himself, his people. you lost a literal part of yourself, something you had to come to terms with after having the anchor for two years. to say iron bull was shaken up would be an understatement. he was getting cassandra to hit him with sticks for days on end while you lied unconscious. he wondered what would’ve happened if he was with you, if maybe...he could’ve stopped solas. but reminiscing never did anyone any good.

cole

as much as he wanted to help you, cole couldn’t. he also understood that you wouldn’t accept his help, no matter how much he insisted. so instead, he did the best thing he could do: help tend to your injuries. what was curious was that he could feel very little of your pain. when he felt your pain two years ago after forming the inquisition, it was concentrated in your hand and forearm. with it gone, you felt at peace. the primary source of pain for you had been washed away. perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, he thought.

sera

sera’s immediate reaction is, like dorian, to crack a joke. everyone is used to her eccentricity. but it felt different this time around. while you laid unconscious, recovering from the long battle, she occupied herself. she had to busy her hands and her legs, keep moving, keep her mind busy. because if she sat too still for even a second, then her mind would think about the worst outcome. she would get images of you, dead, because solas had betrayed you, betrayed her, betrayed the inquisition. hell, he betrayed the world! that knob! thinking he knew what was best! sera’s all the more relieved when it’s revealed you survived. she bursts through the door to see you and hug you tightly, complaining about how much you scared her.

varric tethras

in all honesty, varric should’ve been more prepared to expect...well, the unexpected. he had expectations of you coming out unharmed, untouched. obviously, that was not what happened. and he wondered if he was responsible for this. he had been one of the many people to support you as the inquisitor two years ago, suggesting it. he wondered if he made the wrong decision. but also, part of varric was relieved. he lost someone close to him two years ago. he didn’t know if he could handle losing you too.

vivienne de fer

the court would devour tales of the eluvians and how you managed to survive. that was vivienne’s first thought. people would be talking about you for centuries to come, certainly. and yet, she knew in her soul that was not what you would want. she does her best to minimize what rumors spread when you first emerge from the eluvians and help give you privacy. behind closed doors, vivienne checks on your injuries. part of her is amazed that the anchor was removed so cleanly.

josephine montilyet

josephine has seen many things ranging from serious to just plain absurd. when she was alerted that you had returned with many serious injuries, including the loss of half your arm, she sent messages to get the best possible doctors in all of orlais to help attend to you. the woman was definitely stressed beyond belief. but when she wasn’t trying to get everyone from backing off from you or getting people to look at you, josephine was attending to you herself. you awoke to find her wiping some sweat off your face and when she noticed, she muttered about how great andraste was and embraced you tightly.

cullen rutherford

your knight-commander appeared to take the news very well, much to the disapproval of cassandra. but the moment cullen was alone, in private, he flipped a table, causing everything to crash. all he could feel running throughout his body was regret, guilt, and anger. regret and guilt for not having gone with you. he should’ve. because if he did, maybe you would have came back alright. anger directed towards solas because the apostate had betrayed you, the inquisition. and everything you and him had worked towards was going to crumble. all of his hard work, leliana’s, cassandra’s, josephine’s, it’d all be for naught. cullen ends up spending a lot of time alone while you’re unconscious. he prays to andraste and the maker to distract himself from any wandering thoughts going towards lyrium. certainly the new mabari hound he decided to adopt on a whim helps with distractions at least.

leliana

the woman has seen many things in her lifetime, having experienced the fifth blight itself and been part of that fight against the archdemon. still, things aren’t easy when you come back from the eluvians missing half of your arm. even if it goes against all her duties, leliana stays with you until you wake up to make sure you’re alright. you’re the inquisitor after all and it’s vital that you’re still alive.

solas

he’s the one who took it. you think he cares?

in all seriousness, it gave him no pleasure to remove your arm for the anchor. even if his plan was...well, shoddy we should say, the anchor was going to kill you. he had no choice. carrying your hand and forearm around felt heavy. he could carry it just fine but what made it heavy was the burden that came with his plan to tear down the veil and bring doom upon the world in a desperate attempt to bring it back to what it once was. and also, the burden of having harmed you.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #cassandra pentaghast #dorian pavus #blackwall #iron bull #sera dragon age #cole dragon age #cullen rutherford #josephine montilyet #dragon age leliana #solas dragon age #varric tethras #vivienne de fer #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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apudpir8 · 5 months

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Happy Holidays!!

#dorian pavus #dragon age #dorian x iron bull #adoribull #dragon age inquisition #iron bull #happy holidays

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j-nightingalesb1tch · 1 month

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#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dorian pavus #the iron bull #dorian x iron bull #adoribull #oh i wish they had romance cutscenes

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disturbedbutgorgeous · 2 months

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Finally posting the Dorian x Iron Bull phone wallpaper I drew for @loveacrossthedaszine Dragon Age Zine!

The zine is completely free to download as well as my wallpapers! You can download them here!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age zine #da3 #dorian pavus #iron bull #adoribull #dorian x iron bull #inquisition #da: inquisition #fanart #my art #art #zine #fanzine #dragon age fanzine

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kiivg · 1 year

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.Lovers in Crestwood.

#the iron bull #blackwall #dorian pavus #hawke #varric tethras #mabari #iron bull #mxm #bullwall #blackwall x iron bull #iron bull x blackwall #dragon age #dai #dragon age inquisition #doherty hawke #mhawke #.a sequel heheheeehehhee.

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alltears · 1 year

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dragon age twitter au? dragon age twitter au. ADORIBULL EDITION

#adoribull #dragon age #inquisition #dai #dorian pavus #the iron bull #meme #twitter #au #dragon age twt #inquisitor #dorian x bull

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jumirue · 11 months

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I have a backlog of art mostly is contextless without the fic that will go with it. (It’s being beta read currently.)

As usual, I am desperately behind the times, and my brain has been full of bees about a video game franchise whose last installment was a decade ago that I didn’t play until like December.

But Dorian x Bull needs no context.

This little tumblr space will largely be Dragon Age nonsense…particularly Cullen x Lavellen. I don’t know (I do though) why I really glommed onto that white bread paladin-adjacent motherfucker, but here we are. (And almost 100k words later hah)

#digital art #artists on tumblr #iron bull x dorian #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #brain bees #adoribull

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maggotnursery · 2 months

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Ot3 shoot me

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #the iron bull #dorian pavus #lavellan #digital art #drawlings #fan art #the iron bull x Dorian x lavellan

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imdoingaokay · 5 months

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Romanced!DAI Companions and Advisors (+ Platonic!Vivienne) when The Inquisitor returns to Skyhold late

(A/N: Heyyyy guys... I've missed you :) This past few months have been awful for me... but I'm back... teeheehee

I think this is gonna be really niche so I feel a need to explain what I was thinking??? Basically, The Inquisitor has been on a mission for a while now and they're returning extremely late at night.

Apologies for the inaccurate lore stuff, I don't think hours exist in Dragon Age because they don't have clocks? Or they do??? I dunno man I got a final tomorrow and I don't know if I'm gonna pass

Just know that the whole reason I got inspired for this was because it was late and I was imagining Vivienne watching The Inquisitor come back and her wrapping her robe around her waist like a mom watching their grown child come home from a rave or something

Once again, no beta we die like men

And happy late dragon age day, love y'all)

TW: Mentions of death

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Unable to sleep. He’s waiting, whittling at the griffon he keeps. He doesn’t want to sleep anways, who will greet his lover? The wind? No. He’ll stay up, just for a few minutes longer, he tells himself… But soon he finds himself whittling into the early hours of the morning. That’s when there’s a stir of the guards, the whispers, and alerts are quiet, as to not wake up the many souls sleeping, but the message is clear.

His love has returned. And he will wait by the gate, a grin on his face and sleepiness in his eyes. He greedily hopes his lover may wish to sleep a few hours before the rest of Skyhold truly awakens.

Cassandra: She’s in bed, but not sleeping, reading a book. She’s trying to sleep, but her anxieties are getting to her. Somehow, ever since she got the letter saying that her love was returning, she fears even more. Her mind is plagued with images of an assassinated Inquisitor on the way back to her. Maker! Why didn’t that fool just bring her?

Just as she scoffs, she hears something of a commotion outside. She prays for a moment, the news is good, and she throws on her armor, knowing better than to leave her room without it, and rushes to the gate. This is where her fears are put to rest as she greets her lover, a relieved smile on her face. And it is with this her sleepiness finally settles in. after a quick word, she urges her lover to rest, with or without her. All that matters that they returned.

Cullen Rutherford: He hasn’t slept since his lover left. A few moments where he stares off into space, drifting off before yanking himself back into consciousness. So it feels normal for him as he scribbles away the missives on his desk, being sure to double check each one so he didn’t accidentally write something foolish in his sleep deprived state. Somehow, in this half-dead state of his, he can hear the murmuring of guards outside of his door, and one enters.

The guard has been ordered to inform Cullen of when they see The Inquisitor, so when they enter, Cullen knows what it’s for. And somehow, the sleepiness Cullen once had disappears, replaced with a drive he always feels when his lover returns. He rushes down the battlement steps, sure to not seem too desperate to his men. And in his excitement, he quickly meets his lover halfway on the bridge. They may be on their horse, but Cullen will happily walk back with them, looking up at them like they hold his whole world in their hands. When his lover gets off their horse, however, that is when he embraces them, a chaste kiss pressed to their cheek. This is when he finally asks them to rest with him, as his exhaustion is coming to bite him in the ass.

Dorian Pavus: Dorian has lied to himself multiple times throughout the night. He lied to himself claiming he didn’t care if he was asleep when his amatus returned from their very dangerous mission. So he lays in his bed for hours, trying to sleep. And when he can’t? He lies to himself, coming up with some excuse as to why his mind will not rest. So he waits in the library, sipping a glass of wine while attempting to read nonchalantly. Of course, he seemingly can’t. So he decides to wait on the battlements, claiming he must need some fresh air. Even though he despises how cold it is that night.

But, somehow, without meaning to, he notices the small group of people making their way across the bridge. And, without a reason at all, a huge weight is lifted off of Dorian’s shoulders.

He lets out a sigh and returns to the warmth of the library, happy to wait for his lover to come to him. And when he does, only then does Dorian finally agree to go to sleep.

Iron Bull: Doesn’t sleep, but this is because he knew his lover was coming back tonight. So he waits patiently in the tavern, a ear out and ready, waiting for murmurs of The Inquisitor’s return. And when he does hear, he happily shoots up from his chair and makes his way to the gate, happy to greet his lover.

Bull was only slightly worried to be away from his lover, he knew they could handle their mission without him, but still, who knows what could happen? But the news that The Inquisitor was coming back? That was enough to settle his nerves. But seeing… and feeling his lover in his arms? That is what truly relaxes him.

Josephine Montilyet: Josephine is the only one who is asleep, she was corralled to his bedroom by Leliana, who told Josephine that she would wake her up when The Inquisitor returned. True to her word, Leliana gently shook awake a sleepy Josephine who, wrapped in a robe, quickly made her way to the empty Great Hall. She situated herself onto Vivienne’s balcony. She happily watched her lover pass the gates a promptly made their way to her, greeting her with a gentle kiss, which Leliana thankfully turned away from. Afterwards she’s happy to lead her lover to bed, as the second the pair’s heads hit the pillow, the pass effortlessly into a dreamless sleep.

Sera: Sera’s mindlessly making arrows, her door is locked, as she grew tired of Cole trying to make his way into the room to encourage Sera to talk about her anxieties surrounding her Inky leaving without her. She doesn’t even know her lover has returned until she hears the door jiggle a bit before her lover’s voice calls, “Sera, I saw the light was on, are you awake?”

This is when Sera happily throws the door open and grabs her Inky and drags them inside her room, into her arms. The two were eventually found the next morning by a messenger, who reported The Inquisitor and Sera were fast asleep in a pile of various blankets and pillows.

Solas: Solas isn’t sleeping much either, somehow he can’t take his mind off of his vhenan. He completely understand why his lover would take another person on their adventure, potentially a different mage than him. But he worries when they’re away! And there’s not much to do in Skyhold when The Inquisitor is gone. Most servants and nobles steer clear from him. He busies himself painting the various frescos in the atrium. He’s just taken a break and decided to walk along the battlements, and that’s of course, when he sees his beloved. He’s happy to walk down the stairs of the battlements and meet his lover at the gate, awaiting them with open arms. He happily leads them away, whether to their bed in their room, where Solas will leave them to rest. Or if they prefer, they can spend a bit of time in the atrium alone, Solas would be happy to hear the stories of his vhenan’s journey.

Varric Tethras: Varric is rotating between the tavern and The Great Hall. Ever since he first got the letter from his lover, happily informing him of their return, he’s only been more nervous. Like Cassandra, he fears the image of a truly tragic hero, beaten down on the way back to the arms of their lover.

He thinks he’s been writing too much tragedy when he firsts gets that mental image

Nevertheless, he pushes through the night.

Eventually, he’s sitting at his usual spot near the fire, unhappily grumbling to himself, sounding like a real dwarf. His mind is racing, and he can’t seem to get the thoughts to stop. So, for one last time that evening, he walks out of the hall, preparing to return to the tavern for a drink and a song from Maryden. That’s when he sees his beloved standing by the gate, quietly talking with a solider who leads their horse away. They’ve returned and they’re safe, that’s all he needed to know.

When The Inquisitor finally catches a glimpse of their lover, all they see is a bright grin spread across his face.

Varric is happy to go along with whatever The Inquisitor wants, bed, a drink, a tale by the fire, he’s just relieved they’ve returned.

Vivienne: Vivienne lies to herself. The day that she hears The Inquisitor will be returning that evening, she nods and nonchalantly walks away. Yet she finds herself constantly checking the gate everytime there is movement in that direction. She has no idea why, however. Her friend, whom she doesn’t really call friend, is taking an awful long amount of time to just get back to Skyhold.

She justifies her musings on The Inquisitor’s safety as rationally as she can. If The Inquisitor dies, Thedas will be lost. If The Inquisitor dies, her position in court may affected. If The Inquisitor dies, she will be sad-

That is what gives her pause. She straightens her back, hands quickly going to her face as if to smooth out her frown that was previously there, and then she turns on her heel and returns to her sofa. She attempts to swallow down her fear the entire day, but as the night swiftly covers Skyhold, she finds herself unable to sleep. The moons is high in the sky when she emerges from her room, robe tightly wrapped around her. She is sure not a single soul will see her in such a… vulnerable state. She quickly makes her way to the balcony again, and stays there for what feels like an entire age. But just as she gets ready to sigh and return to a sleepless night in her bed, she hears a disturbance coming from the gate. That is where she sees The Inquisitor, alive and perhaps wrapped in the arms of lover. And with a sigh of… relief? She quietly returns to her chambers. Never speaking of this again.

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