u told me “sweet prompt” and i raise u thinly veiled angst
Maedwyn x Dorian because I’m full of sappiness tonight and I need to let it all out. ;_; @thereluctantinquisitor was the wonderful person who opened the floodgate and @cherrypikkins egged me on in this mad descent into Pavellan hell, I hope you are happy.
SPOILERS: There are definitely kissing OK, just way down…there…not physically…yet. Christ.
NOTE ON CANON FUDGERY: Maedwyn was a coward and in his own canon he didn’t actually “romance” Dorian, but knew about the Pavus amulet because Josie is a great friend of his and he was a paranoid bastard who kept his ear glued to every door in the near vicinity. So, no, they’re not “dating” until…this piece.
Dorian looked at the rosewood box, the lid of which he had popped open to reveal the Pavus birthright gleaming within. Then he looked to Maedwyn, who sat with his hands laced together, pressed to his mouth, expression almost completely closed off as he watched Dorian for his reaction.
Indignation warred within Dorian – how had the bloody elf even known about the issues revolving around the amulet?! He certainly did not bring it up in any conversations he could remember – but what shone through most, in the end, was the absurdity of it all. Here he was, being offered his lost birthright back, his biggest regret unraveled by Maedwyn’s endless resources and public charm, and they were doing it in Maedwyn’s office still, on Maedwyn’s own terms. He had been summoned here, for fuck’s sake.
Then he remembered that their dear Inquisitor Lavellan had broken his right leg in two places jumping onto a giant just a week ago. Perhaps the stairs were too challenging for him this time, but, well.
“If you are expecting a thank-you,” Dorian uttered at last, indignation winning out as he snapped the box shut and very gingerly putting it back on Maedwyn’s desk, “then I need at least half a bottle of gin before I can give it to you.”
