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Some melodramatic title

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valeriu.

            “…” For once, Valeriu had nothing to say. Not yet. anyway. He should have saw it coming a mile away, yet his heart still sped up and his cheeks burned a dark crimson upon dark skin. Quickly, the elf collected himself, hands upon his waist and hips with no sign of letting go. Dorian was a forward one, any other shemlen would experience Valeriu’s wrath if they got this close. Luckily, Dorian seemed the one exception to this rule. 

       “Very romantic. Unfortunately for you, I’m only romantic in spurts,” With a clipped laugh and a nervous smile, the pyromancer hesitantly pulled from Dorian. Still, he felt Pavus’ warmth upon his lips and body, and a distinct craving flooded over him, tightening his chest and turning his stomach. With shy reprieve, Valeriu glanced away, scratching his head. The action could be seen as rejection, or disgust, but it was merely a building anxiety, a sort of love sickness paired with home sickness. Dorian smelled like memories of Tevinter; like gold and sandalwood and iron and spices. Maybe that’s why Vali suddenly felt so sickeningly nostalgic and coy. “…You still stink of home.”

( at first, dorian almost takes it as rejection. perhaps because he’s so used to    it from other men. in tevinter, something like this between two men was only    for pleasure. anything beyond that? well, don’t even think about it! he’s fully    prepared to laugh off any oncoming disappointment, as he always did, but    when he takes in valeriu’s body language, when he sees the blush upon his    cheeks, relief floods over him. not rejection---embarrassment! oh andraste’s    great granny pants, valeriu is flustered! dorian could almost laugh! )

        “do i? well, i suppose it’s good to keep some part of home with me. even if it’s the stench.”

( that sly smirk of his curls at the corner of his lips, a bit of white teeth revealed.    dorian feels an odd, familiar ache in his chest. a tepid, sticky feeling. there had    only been one other that had made him feel such a way, one other... the thought    is chased away, dorian’s jaw tightening. )

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i feel like i should post this here, now that i’m getting more followers and also because i roleplay dorian.

i might---there’s a very slim chance of it, however---roleplay dorian/bull. that’s a BIG might. i like the ship in concept, fanon makes it really cute, but when i hear the in-game banter i get seriously uncomfortable for numerous reasons: one being that the way bull talks to dorian reminds me of how my sexually abusive ex spoke to me sometimes. another is bull just seems to grossly out of character when they’re together.

basically i’d have to find a bull rper who would respect how i feel? someone who would rp the ship as i’d like to see it: with dorian happy and comfortable and bull not making lowkey rape threats at him or constantly bringing up their sexual activities around everyone and respecting dorian’s privacy. idk

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valeriu.

     “I can do that too!” Vali laughed, quirking a smile. He actually didn’t expect that response – he anticipated something more along the lines of ‘eugh, no, not in the million years, and even then, no.’ Seemed like something Dorian would say, yet it didn’t come. Tentatively, the elf approached, enterwining his arms behind Dorian’s back and clutching his shoulders as he leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss against the corner of his lips. He knew it wasn’t good enough, not for a Pavus, so he remained – if not for a moment, to see how the other might react.

( what can he say? dorian’s full of surprises. besides, who is he to         turn down a kiss from a perfectly handsome man? playful flirtations                are common when speaking to him, but acting on them? well, that’s                   something he doesn’t do often. the enchanter shifts in the other’s grasp               slightly, leans forward when the other presses the softest of kisses to the corner         of his mouth. dorian has never been too good with his impulse control. therefore,                 he turns his head to bring their lips together. )

        “hmm.”

( an inquisitive noise from the back of his throat. the kiss remains nothing but           chaste, curious; tasting and testing. hands press to the elf’s hips, holding him                 there even though dorian himself breaks the kiss. )

        “i think now is the time where you whisk me off my feet and take me away from this drab place.”

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valeriu.

       “Do I get a kiss for a job well done, by chance?”

        “yes. a kiss for not setting my trousers on fire.”

( sarcasm is evident, though the warmth in his eyes and in his smile           is something to cherish, something a rare few get to see. yet he stands                there, setting his staff back in place then folding his arms before his chest.           a brow quirks. the smile widens, pulls at the corner of his mouth. )

        “come here.”

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cato.

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     ❝  you should know that i did not pay attention to your earlier speech.                                    oops. ❞

        teasing smile is bitten back, head tilting up to stare at the mage from the log he’s sat on.   ❝ was it important or was it just your   ‘i’m-used-to-wiping-my-ass-with-gold’   speech? ❞

        “such a way with words.”

( despite the irritation in his voice, there is a slight mischievous         glint in his eye. robes flutter when the wind pushes past them,                      salty from the sea that stretches out before them. )

        “i’d prefer to get away from the ocean, if you don’t mind. or do you enjoy watching me squirm?”

( and there’s a teasing edge to his voice, but he feels sick just         looking at the vast expanse of gray water. )

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stranger.

     ‘ actually , no , i don’t . do you expect every person to be so flagrantly hostile ? ‘

   these words were not spoken with NEARLY as much acerbity ,  alucard training an ENIGMATIC gaze upon the mage . yes , he had       known rumor of the TEVENE’S reputation , especially when slave    centers such as KIRKWALL existed . alucard set his drink down with an enigmatic mien beginning to SHROUD his features , watching as the man     from a skeptical distance . yet , his lips couldn’t help but CURL quietly             into a gentle smirk , merely AMUSED where he might not be . after all ,                       this was making the MAGE rather disgruntled and perturbed . 

   ‘ you might want to abstain from drinking any more .    perhaps now isn’t the time for drunken banter , hm ? ‘

     odd it might seem , alucard seemed to be SHOWING in some iota    of concern where there might NOT otherwise be , he spied dorian  opposite him and remained his GAZE there . drinking to such excess –        it was hardly unable to be said that he could SCENT it easily .     of course … REMARKABLY , it’s not totally unpleasant . 

( a scoff, lips turned downwards and expression vaguely offended.         gray eyes turn to the man beside him, the edges blurred and his           voice sounding very far away. he feels dizzy; he feels sick. at first,              he almost protests to any sort of intervention... before bile rises in                 his throat once more and he almost chokes on it while swallowing it down. )

        “fine. fine! maker have mercy, one can’t drink themselves stupid without the entirety of thedas on their ass, can they?”

( speech is slurred just slightly. dorian pushes himself to his feet and          the world around him spins, making him groan and slump back down.              usually when he drinks he does it until he passes out and someone carries                  his unconscious body to his quarters. but perhaps now he won’t pass out until               he’s reached a bed. )

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stranger.

  ��  they seem to be LOST of true composure , the dragon    watching from the PERIPHERY of perplexed eye as the seeming mage indulges even DEEPER in his thirst .       a gaunt image of MERRIMENT , if any , he sees . a depth    that could make one wish to DELVE deeper . alucard  serves a dark and IGNOBLE purpose , and to embolden one       to trust and even CAMARADERIE – well , he had a master .    ‘ you’re from tevinter – hardly difficult to discern . ‘     he begins to CONVERSATIONALLY , eyeing the garishly   clad tevene with a SCRUTINIZING angle . of course , one never intended to make ENEMIES upon first meetings ,       but through the REJOINING din of the tavern , it didn’t    seem like such an UNUSUAL pursuit to attain .

        “astute deduction. i imagine you have some scathing words ready for me.”

( he downs the last of his pint. if the other came here under false            pretense of drinking and being merry with dorian, then it only                serves to spike his irritation. nostrils flare and through blurry                   vision does he wave the bartender over to refill his mug. and                        this bartender is smart, knows not to question him and only             keeps serving because it brings them more coin. )

( bile in his throat, acid burning at trachea and he swallows it down with          a mouthful of brandy. dorian shudders, slumps back in his chair which               creaks loudly. the ceiling is much more interesting than the man who          has decided to keep him company, he thinks. )

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stranger.

       ‘ i certainly won’t push it . ‘     his countenance GRIMS upon the boisterous bartender that  looms obnoxiously , but the PALL of malevolence that takes upon the       dragon is soon STIFLED and the quiescence returns . he able to mire    his gaze anew upon his own drink . though HUMAN emotions could often be out of turn for him , they were not WHOLLY unknown . even   if he served someone he OUGHT not , by their standards .  yet , his gaze skims over to the OTHER , noted with curiosity .          ‘ still , i imagine we’ll both be drunk . so i won’t                   exactly remember it even if you did . ‘

( the laugh he responds with is humorless,          full of age-old bitterness from events long               past that still linger within the recesses of                       his mind, that haunt him in his sleep. )

        “perhaps so, but one can only be so safe.”

( throat is dry, dry, dry; dry as the desert beneath          the blistering sun. it only makes him drink faster.               the alcohol only makes him thirstier. warmth builds                        up beneath the skin of his cheeks. his throat burns               but he’s grown so used to the burn that it’s almost welcome. )

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allmymetaphors:

i accidentally showed some weakness earlier today it was disgusting i would not recommend it 

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valeriu.

      “Awww.. I was more hoping he would have a heart attack and die, but one can only dream,” Valeriu laughed, beaming brightly. He could just imagine the look of disbelief and horror upon his former mentor’s face, and how he likely created some fantastical story to save his own hide. If he could only have his way, Valeriu would have set the entire palace ablaze and set the slaves upon the streets in chaos. The magisters would circulate the story for years, much to Atilus’ shame. 

    What money he stole was long spent over the years to keep him afloat. However, the falcon still stayed by the mage’s side, like a constant, silent companion – with a habit for biting ears and stealing his lunch.. Vali liked to think even Mirela was thankful for her freedom as as Vali was. With a tentative step forward, Valeriu shed his chilly exterior, regarding Dorian with a more welcoming gaze. “I was quiet, very obedient even when I was free. He was too trusting, and often tried to buy my affection. Needless to say, Atilus grossly underestimated how much I hated him, and the rest plays itself out rather nicely. A magician doesn’t reveal his secrets.”

        “well, i suppose it was time he got his just desserts, hm?”

( he taps at his chin with two fingers, thinking. it’s not every day a                former slave is able to escape from tevinter without anyone being                       able to track them down. dorian is impressed, needless to say,                               but he is also glad for valeriu. he’s glad that the other has found                a purpose for himself outside of serving a ruthless magister. )

        “quite a coincidence we found one another in this inquisition. i was beginning to think you fucked off to the other side of the world, never to be seen again.”

( oh, is there a hint of tenderness within his tone? perhaps something that                   gives away feeling? it is no secret dorian considers valeriu something                        of a friend, as valeriu did treat him like something other than a shame                   to tevinter, a shame to his family. )