#but i believe he'd laugh it off and tease the other person back hmmm

[mielplante]

Hiiii! I have a request but I completely understand if you don’t want to do it!!!! But you can draw Ais with pink bows on his horns please :) I love your art so much and thank you so much for your time!!!!

took a nap and woke up like this ??

[teknicianwrites]

Happy Friday!! For DADWC: I've love to see some fluffy bullshit (platonic or romantic tbh, idc) between your lady mage Adaar and whomever!

I don't know if this is too late to still post for @dadrunkwriting, but screw it, I wrote something, even if I got distracted and then got tired and then fell asleep. I will probably come back to this because I love these two and they have more to say.

"What have we here?"

Akeelah jumped at the voice and turned, looking up from her spot on the floor to see Dorian laughing. "You scared the shit out of me."

"My deepest apologies," he said, grinning in the least apologetic way possible. "I wasn't intending to sneak up on you. You must have been quite absorbed in…" He came into the room and examined the ground before her. "...teeth?"

She blushed, though it was hard to say if he noticed, his head cocked curiously at the collection. "Dragon teeth," she confirmed, clearing her throat.

He glanced around the room, covered in dirt and dust and cobwebs, debris from ages past littered against the walls, and raised an eyebrow. "I admit it is an impressive collection, but I don't think anyone is likely to steal from the Herald of Andraste-"

"Not Andraste's herald," she grumbled, and he cheerfully ignored her.

"-so what is so special about these monstrous fangs that has you hiding in the deepest recesses of Skyhold?"

"What are you doing down here? You hate getting dirty," she asked in response.

He shot her a keen look. "This place is a goldmine of ancient secrets. I sometimes like to wander in hopes of stumbling across any lost treasures our dear spymaster may have missed." Dorian walked around the room, cataloguing and dismissing its contents as he did. "Not my lucky day, it seems. But you didn't answer my question, Akeelah." He smiled as she shifted uncomfortably. "It was a fine attempt at deflection, but I am a master of the art."

Akeelah bit her lip. "... trying to pick one," she mumbled, her cheeks now hot enough that Dorian must have been able to see it, human or not.

"For Sera?" he guessed. Akeelah nodded. "Hmmm…" He made a show of examining them, turning his head this way and that. "What's the occasion? Is she going to be slipping frogs into the First Enchanter's underthings or unleashing a swarm of hornets during our ambassador's next soiree? Fewer international repercussions for the first, but for personal protection you might want to give her the whole lot."

Akeelah stared determinedly at the teeth at his teasing.

He frowned at her silence. "If I am her next target, you are bound by the code of mage honor to inform me."

"It's not like that," she told the ground, picking up one of the Stormrider's fangs and lightly tracing her fingers along the deadly point.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you so flustered," Dorian laughed. "You're not proposing, are you?" She didn't answer, and his posture shifted. "Wait. Truly?" he asked, a swift burst of magic conjuring wind to disperse the dirt around his feet and dropping to sit cross-legged in the clean spot he'd made. "Are you proposing to Sera? … With dragon teeth? I mean, she's unconventional, it's true-"

"Dorian," Akeelah whined, cutting him off before he could continue his teasing. He fell silent, and when she glanced at him he was looking at her expectantly. She took a breath. "It's… it's not a proposal, exactly," she said, lowering her eyes again. "But it's… the closest thing Qunari have, I guess?"

He studied her for a moment. "An interesting choice, for a Vashoth," he said carefully.

"Yeah." She sighed. "That's part of the problem."

"Why not simply buy an engagement ring?" he asked, the teasing finally gone from his voice.

"I…" She adjusted herself as she tried to figure out how to explain, crossing her legs to mirror him. "It's a Qunari custom because Qunari don't get married. But I grew up with Tal Vashoth. They did it too. It was what they knew. Two necklaces made from one tooth, to symbolize that two people had chosen each other." She smiled faintly. "I used to look at the ones my parents wore and imagine the day I would grow up and fall in love and slay a dragon for someone. I thought that's what everyone did. I didn't know it was Qunari until I was older."

"That's… honestly quite sweet," Dorian said. "I say do it. Take it from them and make it yours." He gave her one of his most charming smiles. "Call it a family tradition."

Family tradition, she thought, and it sounded beautiful. "... I think I will."