Drabble challenge! 9 - “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
Venturing Into Mutual Domesticity
Galen Lavellan x Dorian Pavus. Dragon Age Dual AU. 938 words. Mentions @bxtgrl‘s Aya Lavellan. More under the cut. AO3.
Sorry for the wait! Also I’m so sorry this is short.
Brownie points to anyone who knows where the fic’s title came from!
Galen wasn’t sure how long they laid there, curled in each other’s arms. His head rested against Dorian’s bare chest, listening to the music that was his heart beating. Dorian’s fingers were affectionately playing with his hair. They had started spending more and more nights together in the Inquisitor’s quarters. For the past couple weeks, they had fallen asleep in the same bed. Nightmares still plagued him from time to time, but overall Galen found it easier to sleep with Dorian by his side.
Galen let out a soft, small groan when he noticed the sun was higher in the sky than it had been that morning. He guessed it was almost past noon. What had kept Josephine or someone else from checking up on him, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps they were still treading lightly around him? A lot of the Inquisition’s soldiers and some of his companions had been doing so since he’d executed Erimond. But it had already been roughly a week since then.
He stirred against the other man, moving to sit up only to find hands gently trying to pull him back down. He felt the need to curl back up, to make this moment – this precious time alone with Dorian – last longer like an ache in his heart. It was like a cut that only Dorian could heal.
He turned onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow and smiling down at Dorian.
“We have to get up eventually, vhenan.” He didn’t want to leave the bed, but he knew the world still existed outside the room’s doors, and that world wouldn’t leave them undisturbed forever.
Dorian ran a hand up Galen’s back, earning a shiver from the elf. “I’m certain your sister can handle a few meetings without you.”
Galen leaned down to kiss him, grinning against Dorian’s lips. “You’re keeping me from my work.”
“You hate your work,” the other man pointed out.
Galen lightly scoffed. “I’ll have you know I have a uh – a love/hate relationship with my work.”
