The Reluctant Inquisitor

Drabble challenge! 9 - “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Venturing Into Mutual Domesticity

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.”

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29: Before everything changed. For Calliope and Solas? :D

KAYLA I SOB.

And a note: Please keep in mind that my canon Solas is concept art Solas, NOT THE BALDO IN GAME. WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL BIOWARE. ___________________________________________

Before things had changed Calliope always managed to find Solas waiting for her, whether it was in the rotunda, or in their secret alcove of the library. But today he found her in her quarters, grumbling about too much damned sunlight, and everything hurting. And of course he was glad to remedy that.

Feather light kisses were pressed into Calliope’s much too warm skin while she tried to concentrate on something else other than her terrible sunburn. Sera had convinced the Inquisitor to sit on the roof with her for much longer than Calliope had really wanted to, but she had been glad at the time for Sera’s company. Now, she regretted agreeing to those extra ten minutes. Partially. Solas was making it slightly better, weaving healing magic in with his little touches that soothed the hurt. He held her close enough to keep Callie from sliding off his lap but not too close enough to cause pain.

“Vhenan, wouldn’t it be easier to just spread some balm over the burn and /not/ kiss every inch of me?” the elven woman murmured, half joking but also half thinking about how much paper work she had sitting on her desk just feet away.

Solas hummed against her flushed skin, “Ah, a fair point ma lath, but it would not be as fun now would it?”

For a moment they both said nothing, Calliope leaning back into Solas’ touch as he made his way up to kiss the tip of her pointed ears. Then the other elf chuckled when he drew back a little, making Calliopes chest thrum with the dark, rich sound.

“You are worried about that paper work, aren’t you?”

“Josephine will murder me if I don’t finish it soon but-”, Calliope whispered, turning around to face Solas with a grin, “I /suppose/ I could tell her I had a distraction”

The elven man laughed again pressing his forehead against Calliopes, his long bound, dark hair brushing along her skin. His almond shaped violet eyes seemed to grin along with him as Calliope kissed him softly, returning the affections he was so intent on giving her.

“Ar lath ma vhenan”, Solas said as he broke away and started his kisses again, now in the crook of her neck.

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Zevran/Warden sentence starter - There was always something that interfered

Thanks for the prompt!

I decided to write this one for the Modern AU, in which Zevran is a Spanish soccer player who plays midfield for FC Barcelona, and Telhara is an aerospace engineer and single mom who lives in Bordeaux, France, with her ten-year-old twins Sathari and Saharel.

(Note: Sathari has a skin pigmentation disorder called vitiligo that causes patches of skin to lose their pigment, and sometimes attracts stigma.

There was always something that interfered.

It was easy for things to interfere, the way their lives spun them around one another in a chaos of back and forth flights from Barcelona, an overnight bag tossed under the bed, half-starved kisses interrupted by the summons of small voices, and an exhausting march of doctor’s appointments, tennis practices, and playdates that left Telhara with as little energy for him as she had time. Two celestial bodies crossing in the night, but never quite settling into steady orbit.

The first time, he tried for classic extravagance. A lamplit stroll over the Pont de Pierre after an opera at the Grand Théâtre, where a famous countertenor was performing. When he said he’d bought them tickets, Telhara thought it was a joke, and laughed.

“Something different,” he insisted. “It will be fun.”

Halfway through the second act, Telhara had two missed calls and a text from Alistair; his godfather Duncan, the closest either of them had to a real father, had suffered a stroke and died. Zevran held her, crying, in the theatre’s vaulted lobby.

The second time, months later, he arranged a simpler evening. A quiet Saturday date night. Dinner for two at her favorite restaurant. Three hours before their reservation, Saharel jumped his bicycle off a makeshift plywood ramp on a dare and fractured his wrist. Zevran drove them to the hospital, distracting Saharel with the story of his weekend in Ibiza that Telhara had forbidden him to tell.

“I think he’s old enough,” said Zevran. “A broken wrist, and no tears? He’s more a man than the llorónes I play with.” Zevran told him the censored version. Saharel listened, wide-eyed and rapt at attention, the pain all but forgotten.

The third time, he didn’t plan at all.

Walking downtown after taking the twins for ice cream, the four of them were caught in a sudden downpour and ran, laughing and splashing across the cobblestone street, to huddle under the awning outside a fancy bistro. But before he could hail a cab for them, Sathari grabbed him and buried her face in his Armani button-down.

“What’s wrong, princesa?” Zevran coaxed.

She sniffed and shook her head, mumbling that the people in the restaurant were staring at her. Zevran glanced in the window and found himself face to face with a sour-looking lady wearing pearls and too much makeup.

“Oh, sweet darling, she was not staring at you. It was my funny face that made her stare. You see? Like this!” Zevran crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, and Sathari laughed.

Telhara smoothed her daughter’s hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, and looked up at him with all the unspoken gratitude in her eyes for two years being the father to her twins that she’d never asked him to be.

And this time there was nothing to interfere.

“Telhara. Marry me?”

TMI tuesday - before they get to the conclave, Riven and Varlen are travelling together! What is something Riven got up to during that time (can be with or without her brother in tow)

So sorry this is late, but I had the urge to do something special, I just couldn’t think of what. Anyways, here you go!

If it wasn’t for the well-oiled leather of their tent, Riven and Varlen would soaked to the bones right now. They had done their best to construct a cover for their hart and horse, but judging by the wind that shook the surrounding trees, it probably wasn’t much help. Riven’s guilt was beginning to win out as she tried to avoid picturing her Sulahn, drenched with the storm.

She sighed, pushing herself up. Grabbing her cloaked, she firmly fastened it at her neck before rummaging in her pack, pulling out a small flask full of shining blue liquid. She wasn’t sure if she would need the Lyrium, barrier spells were quite easy to maintain, she also had no idea how long the storm would last. As quick as she could, Riven slipped through the tent flap, hoping to keep the inside, and her brother, dry. She sprinted for their mounts, her hood being blown back. When she reached them, she took a moment to catch her breath.

A deep exhale later, she waved her hand. Shimmering blue light formed a dome around her and the makeshift stable. Her hart barely batted an eye at the sudden presence of magic while Varlen’s horse stamped nervously at the ground. Making sure that she was in full view, Riven approached the black and white mare, her hands stroking Arla’s nose. She calmed under her touched, recognizing her scent and realizing that they were safe.

A nudge at her shoulder caused Riven to turn around, she expecting to find her ivory hart searching for treats. Instead it was Varlen, and he was holding food. Naan with apples. Together, they settled themselves between the animals, sharing their cloaks for warmth. Riven would tear off pieces of the bread to share while he took out a knife and began cutting out chunks of the fruit, some going to the elves and other bits for the mounts.

Once their snack was done, Varlen leaned backed against a tree, pulling Riven with him. She watched as he closed eyes, a content smile sweeping across his slender features. Nestling down into his arms, he dozed while she kept watch, her magic humming all around, almost like a lullaby.

27 for the meme

27: Accidentally Sleeping In (from here)

I’m still taking requests if anyone is interested!

The morning was quiet. Distantly, Kaiden was aware of theearly risers, the sounds of them getting ready for Skyhold’s day drifting inthrough the open doors. Next to him, Dorian shifted, one arm wrapping aroundhis waist. Kaiden turned to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“’Morning,” he mumbled, wrapping an arm around his shouldersand pulling him close. “Did you sleep well?”

Dorian hummed in response, eyes still shut as he shiftedhalf on top of Kaiden, clutching to him tightly.

“Dorian, I need to get up,” Kaiden murmured, trying not tosmile. He ran his fingers over Dorian’s back lightly. “I have a meeting withJosephine to go over some reports before guests arrive…”

“It’s still early,” Dorian mumbled against Kaiden’s skin,pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “You can stay here a bit longer beforeyou need to get up…”

“Josephine will have my head,” Kaiden told him, but made noattempt to move out from underneath Dorian. He ran his fingers across Dorian’sskin a few more times before tangling them in his hair. Kaiden’s eyes fellshut, drifting back off into sleep.

“Inquisitor!” came Josephine’s voice from the base of thestairs. “Inquisitor!”

Kaiden woke with a start, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.Carefully, he unwound himself from Dorian’s arms.

“I’m up!” he called down softly as he pulled on a pair oftrousers. “Dorian is still asleep, don’t come up.”

“You know, your sleep schedules would be much better if youtwo didn’t stay in the library until the early hours of the morning,” Josephinesighed. “The visiting nobles will be here soon, you best be ready when theyarrive, you’re to greet them. We’ll go over the reports this evening.”

“Thank you, Josephine,” Kaiden smiled, peeking over therailing. “I’ll be down quick as I can.”

“Ten minutes,” Josephine told him, closing the door as sheleft.

Kaiden turned around to find Dorian grinning at him. Hestretched out across the bed, hair mussed up from sleep.

“This is entirely your fault, you know,” Kaiden told him, movingaround the bed to the dresser. “I was awake. Ready to meet with Josephine. Ontime. But someone decided it was agood idea for me to stay in bed. Now I’m late. If I’m to get an earful forthis, again, I’m making sure you’rethere with me this time.”

Kaiden pulled on his shirt and perched on the edge of thebed, grasping one of Dorian’s hands and kissing his knuckles. “And you get tocontinue to lay here while I deal with visiting families,” he huffed, but agrin had spread across his face.

“I don’t just sit around all day, you know,” Dorian hummed,pulling his hand away. He sat up and pressed a soft kiss to Kaiden’s lips. “I do things.”

“Like what? You’re always in the library. You must have readeach of those books a hundred times by now.”

“You are late,”Dorian chuckled, fixing Kaiden’s hair before forcing him off the bed. “Go,before Josephine actually beheadsyou.”

“I’ll find you later,” Kaiden promised him, kissing hisforehead. He moved to the stairs, giving one last smile before descending, offto face the newest batch of visiting nobles.