#again i just care about dorian's and medea's friendship

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welcome to dadwc!! i liked

“stop.” “stop what?” “being so kind to me.”

for a pairing of your choice!!

I'm glad to be here! Hope to do many more of these!! Went with platonic Dorian and Medea!

Ship: Dorian and F!Inquisitor (platonic)

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"People are looking."

"When have they not?" Medea laughed as she wrapped the bandage around Dorian's wrist, making sure it stayed tightly bound over the burn wound- courtesy of a Venatori.

Dorian chuckled, but it rang slightly hollow. He watched the people of Skyhold walked through the main hall, some with curious looks, some- well -not so curious.

"Let me rephrase it. They are watching their holy leader aid a Tevintar mage. You know, the Tevintar that may have doomed your religion?"

Medea scowled, her ears flattening indignantly. "My religion?"

Dorian gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, their religion." Medea raised his wrist to examine her handiwork. Dorian knew she struggled with healing magic so, to compensate, she made sure to learn from the residential surgeon on how to deal with injury the natural way. Medea had gotten better at it, thanks to how often their crew got into trouble. Mostly Bull and herself. Damn reckless idiots.

"I thought you were Andrastian yourself, Pavus?" Medea asked absentmindedly as she packed the leftover salve and bandage roll into her pack. Dorian shrugged.

"Tell that to them. They seem to believe that Tevintar and the South are as different as you and me." Medea waved a hand as she placed the pack on the table.

"Yes, well, when has their opinion ever stopped you?" Dorian looked at his wrapped wrist. When had he cared? Rarely did anything in the Inquisition ever stopped him from being unabashedly Tevintar. Why now?

Dorian glanced at Medea, who had rested her chin in her propped hand as she gave the onlookers dirty looks- even growling at a few of the chattering Chantry nuns.

He sighed dramatically, hoping to hide his hesitation.

"You really are too kind to me. What will happen to your carefully curated image? Do you truly want your followers to see you in such sorry light?" Medea grinned and looked at him from the corner of her mischievous pink eyes- a look that settled the discussion, and if Dorian was to be honest, settled his doubts

"Don't tempt me with a good time, Pavus."