Submitted by @catch-booker: So I saw the post about it being okay to submit a little fic and I hope it’s still okay because I’ve had this idea for a while. It also involves Dorian :^))).
The mage’s fingers were rough against Ari’s skin, Dorian was just as frustrated with this situation but it was not the Inquisitors fault he had decided to follow him to the Free Marches. Now here the two lovers were, stuck in some backwater inn while Dorian tended to Ari’s wounds and grumbled about the predicament. Nerves were high and the tension was palpable. As was to be expected.
“You know, I didn’t ask you to come”, Ari finally replied to Dorian’s umpteenth grumble.
“Perhaps if you didn’t run galavanting off without telling anyone you wouldn’t be hearing me grumble!”
“Exactly the reason I didn’t tell- FENEDHIS!”
The elven man nearly shrieked when Dorians hands glided across a particularly nasty knife wound, whatever bandit Ari had come across certainly knew what they were doing. Blood oozed from the torn edges of flesh, the area around it an angry red color and certainly more puffy than it should have been. A bolt of panic ran through Dorians body at the sight; all of a sudden Ari’s pallor and heavy breathing made sense. He hadn’t been winded at all!
“Sweet Andraste, Ari! When were you going to tell me about this?!”
“That bad, huh?”
Dorian’s beautifully grey eyes ran over the elf with growing dread, this wasn’t good at all, in fact it was terrifying. They had to identify whatever poison had been used or the Inquisitor could die. How many times had Ari evaded death only to fall because he was stupid enough to-
“I’m sorry, Dorian”
Guilt laced Ari’s voice, it’s icy tendrils already digging down into the pit of his stomach, all the annoyance gone from him. He could have pretended for longer if only the damned mage hadn’t found the wound. This was all his fault. Again. Ironically the same reason Ari had even come back to the Free Marches in the first place.
Silence came and went, only broken by Dorians exasperated sigh as he sat beside his lover on the bed. A ringed hand slipped into Ari’s and it only took a moment before the elf laid his feverish head against Dorian’s buckled shoulder; surprisingly comfortable enough despite all the belts.
“You do know I’ll have to poke around a bit to see what exactly you were daft enough to pick up”, Dorian murmured as he planted a kiss to the top of Ari’s head.
“Oh joy, just what I was hoping for”
Laughter trickled out of the mage, sweet and musical; oh how Ari craved that sound, “Now who’s grumbling?”
“Whatever, just get it over before I keel over. Cassandra might kill you if you return with my dead body”
“And we wouldn’t want that”