Title: Tevinter Nights
Words: 1039
A/N: During a conversation with @hinatanara , and at the request of @onesparrow and @elvhen-apostate-hobo , I threw together this fic, heavily inspired by this beautiful Tevinter styled Cullen by @feylen . Takes place post Trespasser.
“The Inquisitor has brought her Templar toy! Such a curiosity, a mage and a Templar in love.” “Most erotic, I’d say.” They descend into delicate and obnoxious giggles as he passes, and he focuses on the counting in his head. 1568, 1569… He must not engage, he must not pay attention.
He catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror of burnished gold and startles, barely recognizing himself in the reflection that glares back at him. The high-necked black leather jerkin with its golden embellishments slims him, and somewhere within the intense colors and geometric angles of the Tevinter fashions he thinks his paler Ferelden features get lost. The gold reflection of the mirror has given his skin tone a yellowed and jaundiced appearance, and he frowns for a long moment, missing his familiar homespun tunic and his muddy, mabari chewed boots. But he has a duty, a duty to his wife and at least a little to Dorian, so he swallows the familiar taste of fear, smooths a jet black gauntlet over his carefully styled hair, and turns back to face the crowd.