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Xalynir rating Varlen :

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes (this is the awkward part) || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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Xal on Varlen :

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"Can I kiss you?" for Xal :)

From the sappy prompt - it was harder than I thought it’d be x) I hope it’s good though :p Thank you for the ask

    The tavern was animated this evening, much like every other evening. Maryden was singing a song about the Inquisitor and his loved one ; in corner of the tavern, on the upper floor, laughs burst out. Around the table, Bull was telling another joke, to which Sera fall off her seat. Dorian was just sipping his wine, pretending to be disgusted by said joke. And the Inquisitor… well he was head on the table, gripping his stomach, unable to breathe. “Hahaha please Bull wait - I can’t breathe anymore !”Dorian glanced at his amatus, before putting his drink on the table. “It wasn’t even funny, Xalynir. How can you laugh to this ?”Getting back on her chair, Sera giggled, a crooked smile on her face : “Aw c'me on… It’s obvious. He’s drunk !”Xalynir was bearing red cheeks and an honest smile since his… third ? Fourth glass ? Ah he can’t remember it. “Boss’ been under a lot of pressure these days. He can usually hold his drink… Guess that’s the stress effect.” says Bull, taking away the bottle from Xal’s side of the table. Dorian breathed out, shaking his head. He looked back at Xalynir - dilated pupils, red cheeks, laughs at anything, huge stupid smile. The Inquisitor was drunk.

    “Can I kiss you ?”

Dorian stopped for a while, and turned to his man. Did he imagine it ? He peeked at Bull and Sera who seemed equally chocked, but soon a knowing smile displayed on their faces. That could not be good…“Dooooorian. Can I kiss youu ?”Xalynir was pursing his lips, eyes begging. He cocked his eyebrow and said slowly :“So I’d taste your liquored up breath ? I’ll pass this time…”Xal pouted and got closer to Dorian. “But you said you’d never refuse a kiss from me. That you liked my red lips.”Dorian could hear their companions snicker -of course they’d be here when this happens. He’s never gonna hear the end of it… He shifted his seat to face the Inquisitor, and whispered :“Not here. Try to contain yourself. You are drunk.”But Xalynir didn’t listen to him, and crossed his arms on the table before putting his head on it. Still pulling a face. Kaffas, what a child. Dorian didn’t know how Trevelyan acted when drunk, but he didn’t to find out like this, in this place, surrounded by two idiots that didn’t help. He hissed at Bull and Sera, who exploded in a loud laughter.

Then Xal shifted, putting his elbow on the table, holding his head clumsily. “Y'know what… You’re not very good at pretending you don’t want me,” he mumbled. Dorian choked, and it was when the other two companions completely lost it. Traveling his finger on Dorian’s shoulder, Xalynir continued :“Mmmh have you been working out again ? Because I…”Dorian put his hands on Xalynir’s mouth before he could say anything. “Vishante kaffas. Festis bei umo canavarum, amatus.”Trevelyan looked at him, eyes squinting, apparently not seizing the meaning of the sentence. “Fesbutt carnavalum… what ? What'you talkin’ Lenn…Laanena… Llenla.. Aw shucks.”Dorian chuckled at Xalynir’s failed attempt to pronounce his word of endearment. He put an arm around his amatus’ shoulders, the latter becoming tired. “Let’s go rest, amatus. I’ll make it up to you another time, when you’re sober.”He agreed silently, eyes closing slowly. Dorian helped him get up, and they left the tavern. Bull and Sera immediately went to Varric. The lovers are going to get teased… for a whole month at the very least.

Xal was trying to say the word “Leannan” which means lover, sweetheart in Irish/ScottishGaelic. I just searched google, I am not Scottish nore Irish so I apologize in advance if it’s not the right term and/or definition :p Also, don’t hesitate to correct me if something is wrong in the phrasing :)

Oooh mircro story #24: tender (bring me the flufffffffff) >:D

FLUFF :DD a proper context for this - music to go withThank you for the prompt Prompt - micro story #24 : tender - Xalynir x Dorian, ~500 words

Skyhold was a calm place this afternoon. Weather was clement, and with the recent events, the inhabitants enjoyed their free time. Xalynir got out from the war room, arranged for the occasion in a negociation room. And what a negociation… This guest was very haughty and demanding - Josie almost lost her composure. Three hours of talks and pretending, it has exhausted the Inquisitor. He thanked the ambassador and asked her to get some rest and some good time, before heading to the library.

The first floor was empty, only Dorian going round in circles in his alcove. The others must have left, like Solas, who was absent from the ground floor. Only the cawing crows, setting a background noise. The dull sound of a book on a table brought the Inquisitor’s attention. Dorian seemed troubled. These last days, he was working on his research and trying to find clues for the Inquisition on Corypehus and whoever they were fighting. The Vint grumbled while picking another book on a shelf, and as he was returning to his seat, stopped midway, noticing the man standing  near the stairs. “Ah you are here ? How was your day ?”Xalynir sensed irritation and tiredness in the voice of his man. Should he really explain to him that this reunion got longer than expected ? That he restrained for three hours from telling this guest what he really thought of his weapon and armor shipment ? That josie almost snapped ? That he’s sick of these diplomatic meetings with haughty and profiteer idiots ? No, it wouldn’t sort things out. “A bit long, but it was fine,” he simply replied. Doorian sat down and opened the book at a specific page after checking the table of contents. “Well, you should know this library is a real wrack. They ask me to search for solutions and I have no good material nor references at my disposal.” And Dorian kept on exposing every problem that prevented him from doing his job, while turning the pages.

Xal took a look around him - piles and piles of books, all around his chair.

He sat down on the floor in front of Dorian and gently put the book  aside. Took those hands in his with great care. Brushing his lips softly on his knuckles, one by one, kissing the back of his hand, massaging his wrist. And at this moment, it was only love and calm. The hands rose up and cup Xal’s face. He gently leant his cheeks on those warm hands, sighing quietly. “You’re tired too, Amatus. I’m sorry, I…” Dorian says as he dove in Xalynir’s blue eyes. “We both are, Leannan…Let’s take a break, yes ?”Gazing lovingly at each other, Dorian caressed his lover’s cheeks with his thumbs, while the latter put his hands on his man’s knees. Dorian bent forward to meet his amatus’ lips. Soft, tender, loving.

And for a while, time stopped and it was only them in the library. Only two men sharing a simple kiss.

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