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DORIAN. 

eyes  ROLL  at  that  .  he  can  see  the  sweat  beading  off  of  his  forehead  ,  even  as  he  protests  his  own  suffering  .  ❛❛  fine  ,  fine  .  do  as  you  PLEASE  ,  but  don’t  blame  me  when  you  pass  out  from  the  heat  .  ❜❜  he  claps  him  on  the  metal-clad  shoulder  before  steering  him  toward  the  gate  .  ❛❛  regardless  ,  i  STILL  think  you  need  to  see  a  bit  more  of  minrathous  ,  even  if  you  do  insist  on  being  PAINFULLY  overdressed  for  it  .  i’ll  even  buy  you  food  from  a  cart  .  ❜❜

 ❛  i'm  not  going  to  PASS  OUT,  ❜  he  protests,  offended,  even  as  he  lets  dorian  lead  him  out  of  the  estate  and  on  to  the  streets  of  minrathos.  ❛  you  do  realize  i  GREW  UP  in  tevinter,  don't  you??  ❜  though  he  has  spent  the  past  several  years  thoroughly  enjoying  the  colder  climates  the  chargers  are  often  called  to.  

 it's  true,  though,  that  he  hasn't  seen  much  of  minrathos.  growing  up  poor  in  the  countryside  doesn't  lend  itself  to  travel  and  since  coming  back  he's  been...  otherwise  occupied  keeping  dorian's  dumb  ass  out  of  trouble.  he  huffs  and  falls  in  step  with  dorian,  resigning  himself  to  a  long  day.  

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DORIAN.

dorian  sits  ,  with  legs  crossed  in  front  of  him  ,  hands  folded  delicately  over  one  knee  .  ❛❛  i’d  really  prefer  you  DIDN’T  ,  if  it’s  all  the  same  to  you  .  the  poor  men  can  only  handle  so  much  HUMILIATION  before  they  lose  all  will  to  go  on  .  ❜❜  voice  light  ,  eyes  gentle  ,  like  he  could  unravel  the  tension  from  krem’s  shoulders  with  it  .  he  has  no  intention  of  breaking  his  heart  ,  but  there’s  more  than  one  way  to  do  that  .

he  picks  up  a  pawn  from  the  chessboard  in  front  of  them  ,  twirling  it  between  his  fingers  .  an  odd  notion  seems  to  strike  him  ,  then  ,  because  he  sets  the  pawn  back  on  the  board  ,  just  ahead  of  where  it  had  started  .  ❛❛  bull  taught  you  how  to  play  ,  did  he  not  ?  i  could  use  someone  to  keep  my  skills  sharp  .  ❜❜  he  turns  the  board  just  so  ,  sideways  in  front  of  them  so  that  the  white  pieces  are  in  front  of  krem  .  

❛❛  you  seem  awfully  certain  that  i’d  turn  you  down  .  ❜❜  curiosity  laces  his  voice  ,  though  his  eyes  never  stray  from  the  board  .  ❛❛  why  might  that  be  ,  i  wonder  ?  ❜❜

 krem  watches  curiously  as  dorian  toys  with  the  chess  piece,  the  emotion  turning  to  surprise  when  dorian  turns  the  board  to  face  him.  of  course  bull  taught  him  to  play.  it  was  one  of  the  first  things  he  learned.  good  for  strategy,  bull  said.  though  krem  suspects  he  really  just  wanted  someone  to  play  with.  not  that  he  ever  managed  to  BEST  the  qunari.  

 ❛  he  did,  ❜  krem  replies,  moving  a  pawn  of  his  own.  ❛  though  i'll  warn  you  i'm  not  particularly  good  at  it.  ❜

 a  small  noise  escapes  him  at  the  words.  he  doesn't  like  it,  dorian's  scrutiny.  it  makes  something  squirm  in  his  belly,  twisting  uncomfortably.  his  ears  heat  and  he  keeps  his  gaze  focused  on  the  board  in  front  of  him.  

 ❛  why  wouldn't  you??  ❜  the  question  comes  out  harsher  than  he  intends  but  he  can't  find  it  in  himself  to  hold  back.  ❛  you're--  you're  beautiful  and  powerful.  you  could  have  whoever  you  want,  whenever  you  want.  why  would  someone  like  you  settle  for  someone  like  me??  i'm  not  even  a  real--  ❜  he  stops,  jaw  clenching.

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DORIAN.

something  THUMPS  against  the  other  side  of  the  wall  with  enough  force  to  rock  the  bookcase  ,  and  he  only  just  manages  to  save  a  copy  of  hard  in  hightown  from  tumbling  into  the  floor  .  ❛❛  you  know  ,  something  tells  me  that  you’re  not  going  to  win  whatever  fight  you’re  trying  to  pick  with  the  stone  wall  ,  ❜❜  he  calls  ,  before  peering  around  the  corner  .  ❛❛  you  might  want  to  start  with  something  easier  to  start  off  with  ,  like  wood  ,  and  work  your  way  up  to  it  .  ❜❜

 krem  glares  at  dorian  when  he  pokes  around  the  corner,  brown  eyes  narrowed  threateningly.  ❛  could  start  with  YOU  instead,  ❜  he  mutters  under  his  breath,  though  there’s  hardly  any  heat  in  it.  there's  another  long  moment  where  he  holds  onto  the  tension,  shoulders  tight  enough  to  hurt,  before  he  sighs  and  slumps.  the  non-marked  hand  comes  up  to  rub  across  his  face.  

 ❛  i  don't  think  i  can  do  this,  ❜  he  admits  quietly,  hating  the  vulnerability  in  his  tone.  ❛  it's--  this  is--  too  much.  ❜

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                      ❛ straighten up little soldier. ❜

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PUNCH HIM || accepting

 getting  hit  by  the  iron  bull  feels  a  bit  like  getting  trampled  by  a  horse.  krem  speaks  from  unfortunate  experience  on  this  subject.  this  time  remains  the  same  and  it  takes  everything  krem  has  to  stay  on  his  feet.  there’s  a  spark  of  pleased  joy  when  he  manages  to  stay  upright.  the  chief  doesn’t  give  him  any  time  to  enjoy  it  before  he’s  attacking  again  and  krem  goes  on  the  defensive,  dodging  and  blocking  desperately.  

 despite  running  with  the  chargers  for  several  years  now,  krem  still  finds  himself  at  a  disadvantage  against  bull.  and  not  just  because  the  qunari  stands  a  ridiculous  amount  taller  than  him.  or  because  he  has  about  three  times  the  muscle  mass  of  a  normal  person.  but  based  on  SKILL.  bull  somehow  manages  to  beat  him  nine  times  out  of  ten,  even  pulling  punches  enough  to  avoid  actively  INJURING  krem.  

 sometimes  it  frustrates  him,  his  perceived  lack  of  progress.  he  growls  and  lunges  for  the  attack,  only  realizing  too  late  that  he  left  his  side  completely  unguarded.  

 this  hit  takes  him  off  his  feet  and  he  crashes  to  the  ground  hard  enough  to  knock  the  wind  from  his  lungs.  he  lays  still  for  a  long  moment,  staring  up  at  the  sky  and  debating  just  staying  there.  the  ground  is  nice.  the  ground  doesn’t  try  to  punch  him.  

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PUNCH HIM || accepting

 the  punch  catches  him  by  surprise  and  he  rocks  back,  barely  managing  to  stay  on  his  feet.  there’s  power  behind  it  and  he  KNOWS  he’ll  have  a  lovely  shiner  in  the  coming  days.  growling,  he  pushes  off,  lunging  at  his  attacker  and  hits  back  expertly,  throws  his  full  weight  behind  the  punch.  

 pulling  back,  he  glares.  ❛  what  the  fuck  was  that  for??  ❜  he  can’t  THINK  of  anything  he’s  done  recently  that  warrants  getting  punched  but  that  doesn’t  necessarily  mean  he  HASN’T.  still,  it  would  be  nice  to  know  why  he’s  getting  punched  before  it  happens.  arms  cross  over  his  chest  as  he  waits  and  he  realizes  two  things.  one:  she’s  WAY  taller  than  he  is,  tall  enough  that  he  has  to  look  up.  two:  he  has  NO  CLUE  who  she  is.  he  blinks,  face  twitching.  

 ❛  who  ARE  you??  ❜

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appearance meme || accepting

BUILD

 underneath  the  bulky  armor  he  wears,  he’s  fairly  trim.  average  width  shoulders  taper  to  a  narrow  waist.  he’s  fairly  short,  only  clocking  in  around  5'5"  and  he’s  forever  bitter  about  it.  

LEGS

 MUSCLEY  THIGHS.  toned  as  heck,  could  crush  a  man  with  them.  calves  of  a  god.  like  dang  he  has  nice  legs.  they’re  probably  scarred  to  heck  though.  the  worst  of  which  is  a  long  scar  on  his  left  thigh  that  came  pretty  close  to  killing  him.  he  has  a  steady,  if  slightly  heavy  gait.  

CHEST

 his  breasts  are  small  enough  that  even  without  binding  it’s  fairly  hard  to  tell    he  has  them  (  provided  the  shirt  is  baggy  enough  )  due  to  a  combination  of  having  a  naturally  small  chest  and  being  RIDICULOUSLY  in  shape.  his  nipples  are  fairly  small  and  more  brownish  in  color.  he  has  a  decent  amount  of  muscle  definition  in  his  core  though  a  lot  of  it  is  hidden  under  the  skin.  his  chest  is  also  scarred,  though  more  lightly  than  his  legs.  the  freshest  of  them  is  a  deep  looking  stab  wound.

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Welcome home.

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open- inquisitor krem

 fingers  trace  the  raised  skin  on  either  side  of  the  mark  and  krem  frowns  before  digging  his  nails  in,  gasping  at  the  jolt  of  electric  pain  that  shoots  through  him.  he  curls  his  hand  into  a  fist,  considers  punching  the  wall  next  to  him.  this  isn't  what  he  asked  for.  he  can't  do  this.  saving  the  world??  FAR  above  his  pay grade.  he's  a  MERCENARY  for  andraste's  sake.  

 he  lets  out  a  frustrated  yell  and  gives  in,  kicking  the  wall  hard  enough  it  sends  pain  radiating  through  his  leg.  

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DORIAN.

the  CONFIDENCE  in  krem’s  voice  is  reassuring  ,  even  if  he  doubts  the  man  fully  knows  what  he’s  getting  himself  in  for  ,  at  least  not  yet  .  still  ,  dorian  has  no  intention  of  letting  anything  happen  to  krem  ;  he’d  blow  their  cover  and  damn  the  entire  mission  before  it  came  to  that  .  granted  ,  krem  would  probably  never  forgive  him  for  it  if  he  did  ,  but  that’s  a  fight  he’ll  deal  with  if  (  and  ,  possibly  ,  when  )  it  happens  .

❛❛  i’ve  ample  reason  to  fuss  ,  believe  me  .  being  trapped  in  a  room  full  of  magisters  is  bad  enough  when  you’re  among  their  ranks  .  ❜❜  hands  smooth  across  the  silk  fabric  and  squeeze  at  muscular  shoulders  beneath  .❛❛  i  have  to  admit  ,  though  ,  you  do  clean  up  rather  nicely  .  it’s  a  SHAME  you  won’t  let  me  take  you  shopping  .  ❜❜  it’s  a  QUIP  ,  mostly  ,  meant  to  lighten  the  mood  ,  though  there’s  more  than  a  kernel  of  truth  in  it  .  

a  gentle  hand  at  krem’s  hip  guides  him  out  to  the  carriage  ,  uncharacteristic  silence  wrapped  tight  around  them  for  the  bulk  of  the  ride  .  much  as  he  wishes  to  break  it  ,  they  have  a  character  to  maintain  shortly  ,  and  they  both  need  to  be  believable  .  thankfully  for  them  ,  the  party  is  a  MASKED  one  ;  the  imperium  does  at  least  publicly  condemn  this  sort  of  slave  trade  .  maker  knows  if  anyone  knew  who  he  was  ——  well  ,  dorian  hasn’t  exactly  been  QUIET  about  his  feelings  among  the  magisterium  .  

the  carriage  pulls  to  a  stop  just  outside  the  estate  ,  and  dorian  moves  to  exit  first  .  ❛❛  remember  ——  stay  behind  me  ,  keep  your  eyes  down  ,  and  let  me  speak  for  you  as  much  as  possible  .  oh  ——  ❜❜  a  grim  smile  just  barely  tugs  at  the  corners  of  his  lips  .  ❛❛  ——  and  DO  try  to  have  a  little  fun  ,  will  you  ?  it’s  not  every  day  you  get  to  crash  a  party  full  of  magisters  .  ❜❜

 the  flush  deepens  and  he  clenches  his  jaw,  looks  away  from  dorian  and  hopes  his  face  doesn't  betray  his  feelings.  part  of  him  figures  it's  hopeless.  there's  no  way  dorian  doesn't  KNOW.  he's  by  no  means  stupid.  that  doesn't  stop  the  bubble  of  panicshameembarrassment  in  his  chest  at  the  thought  of  dorian  seeing  the  WANT  in  his  eyes,  of  him  sensing  the  way  krem's  heart  flutters  at  his  touches  even  now.  

 ❛  maybe  if  we  get  out  of  this  unscathed,  ❜  he  murmurs,  a  slight,  tense  smile  on  his  lips.  

 the  hand  on  his  hip  feels  HOT,  burning  through  the  thin  cloth  covering  him.  he  wants  to  grab  dorian's  hand  though  he's  unsure  if  that's  to  pull  it  away  or  just  cover  dorian's  fingers  with  his  own.  krem  resists  the  urge,  lets  himself  be  led  out  to  the  carriage  waiting  for  them.  dorian's  silence  makes  something  uncomfortable  settle  in  his  stomach  but  he  pushes  it  away,  well  aware  that  they  both  need  the  time  to  get  in  character.  but  worse  than  the  silence  is  the  MASK  covering  dorian's  features,  hiding  his  expression.  krem's  fingers  itch  to  pull  it  off  and  he  forces  himself  to  fold  his  hands  in  his  lap.  

 tonight...  it's  going  to  be  a  hell  of  a  test,  just  throwing  themselves  in  there  and  hoping  no  one  realizes  the  ruse.  it's  going  to  be  a  hell  of  a  test  for  the  two  of  them  as  well,  neither  used  to  playing  this  role.  both  having  actively  AVOIDED  this  role,  in  fact.  

 dorian's  voice  startles  him  and  he  jerks  his  head  up  to  look  at  the  other  man.  fun.  krem  almost  laughs  hysterically  and  he  knows  it  shows  on  his  face.  he  nods  tersely  instead,  slides  out  of  the  carriage  after  dorian.  careful  to  stay  a  step  and  a  half  behind  dorian,  he  takes  in  the  estate.  it's  breath-taking,  all  bold  stone-work  and  soaring  towers,  and  krem  finds  himself  staring.  he  tears  his  eyes  away,  focuses  instead  on  the  small  of  dorian's  back,  memorizes  the  patterns  on  his  robes.

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❝ this isn’t what it looks like. ❞  ( smooth, real smooth, anders ) Of course, it was almost exactly what it looked like; if anders had more control, it was possible that it wouldn’t have come to several dead at his hands. though, his history had personally proven that even with clear thought that control was an illusion — especially for mages,  ❝ — or it is.  ❞

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 krem  blinks,  mouth  half  open  as  he  stares  down  at  the  bodies  scattered  around  the  other  man.  it's  obvious  what  killed  them,  the  scent  of  magic  heavy  in  the  air.  brown  eyes  trail  over  the  carnage  and  up  to  the  mage.  a  vague  feeling  of  horror  settles  in  his  chest  just  beneath  his  ribs.  

❛  you----  killed  them.  ❜  way  to  state  the  obvious,  krem.  ❛  why??  ❜