#llorian

[theoldgaylion]

Llyr seeing his vhenan, Dorian 💖

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This is my third attempt at animation, I’m self-taught please be kind….

[lena-rambles]

find the word

thanks @violets-in-her-arms-writes for the tag! took me a few days, but here i am lol

i was given trip, throne, tired, tempt, and tone. i switched the latter two's order because both answers are from the same scene and chronologically it worked better haha

also editing to put it under a read more because damn i pasted a lot

trip ; i got nothing for this ;-;

throne ; once upon a cursèd dream

A thought brushes against the back of my mind. I have yet to see her face, but she seems familiar. Her thin frame, delicate hands, and there—a faint mark on her forearm. I suck in a sharp breath and finally lift my gaze. Our eyes meet. She has stopped in her tracks, only halfway through the throne room, but I don’t blame her. She whispers under her breath and her eyes, light brown and familiar, flick across my body. In a daze, I rise from my throne and shake off Mother hissing my name. I know everyone is staring at us, I can feel the curious heat of their eyes, but for once I am able to ignore them.

(re)tired ; long live the queen

I sank into the music, savouring it and committing it to memory until I heard it next. We danced for two songs afterwards, then retired from the floor. We made our way to his parents, who stood by the marble fountain talking with Lords Cassius and Alba. The two men bowed and excused themselves, leaving Theodore and I alone with Cadmus and Priscilla. “Felicem diem brumatis,” I greeted. “Happy solstice,” they returned, Priscilla a beat behind her husband.

(s)tone ; eris

(a dark sapphic fantasy that i hope to introduce sometime. aesthetic rbs here. also this "line" is ridiculously long but i'm also very fond of this entire scene so-)

The outskirts of Feyre weren’t pretty. If Lyssa was honest, the whole area surrounding the capital was dreary: a monotonous collection of farms and gaunt faces trudging down the murky streets. The north end of the city was likely the finest urban neighborhood in Tallia, the home of the wealthy, but the streets gradually worsened towards the south. Despite Lyssa’s grand plans of revolution, she didn’t like being in Feyre longer than she had to unless she was in the north end. Unfortunately, she was meeting an informant in Eira Park; not the picture of wealth. She strode through the streets, weeds and stones bowing beneath her feet. The houses here were clustered closer than Llorian marriages, with solid bases but looking weaker the taller they were. The people of Feyre preferred growing up than out, which made for a few unstable structures. It didn’t take much longer for her to arrive at the meeting spot: Rafe’s Tavern. The building looked to be three houses stacked on top of each other, the tavern at the bottom melding into the stone foundation that stretched across the whole block. Lyssa ducked under the hand-painted sign hanging in the doorway—not the smartest architectural decision—and claimed a small table away from the rowdy men arm-wrestling in the corner. She reached into her gold pouch and pulled out a coin for when the barmaid came around, then rested her forearms on the table. A minute later, a barmaid came around and Lyssa ordered a pint of berry mead. The tavern door creaked open and two people came in, her informant and— Rieka?

tempt ; eris

Lyssa scoffed. “I know someone who would spill information to me like water from a bucket. You don’t know that Rieka doesn’t have someone.” “She doesn’t, I swear.” Lyssa chuckled, but before she could say anything more, the barmaid arrived with her berry mead. While Melian ordered, Lyssa took the chance to look at Rieka for the first time in a while. She was sturdy and lithe but hunched. Her silver-white hair hung heavy around her porcelain skin, slick and tangly. Lyssa reached a foot across the floor and touched her calf. Rieka startled but smiled at Lyssa. “You’re Rieka?” Rieka’s face slid into a blank mask, which Lyssa knew was because she didn’t want to laugh and give the game away. Even though the two hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year, the lure of playing with an unwitting person was too tempting. “Yes, ma’am.”

tagging @reneesbooks, @the-stray-storyteller, @gummybugg, and whoever else wants to for the words dark, grin, breath(e), scream, and music

(also renee and cécile you're both on the oucd taglist so there's a sneak peek of a shabby draft for you up there)

[song-of-the-rune]

OKAY! So for reference. This is the same character who suggested the skeleton eat the poison. (For anyone familiar -- we're in the first book of Blood Lords. For anyone not familiar, it's a pretty gory setting, so there's your warning.)

WOW this post got long. TL;DR have you ever tried to trade an indoor pool for someone's roomba and then gotten murdered for it but you're okay now

Background:

Party finds two poisons investigating a farm. The two poisons aren't that bad so they're trying to figure out why someone would bother -- and ask the very good question, what do they do when combined? (Fortunately for aforementioned skeleton, they attack the muscles and nervous system, not bones. So the skeleton is fine.) Llorian, who realizes that the skeleton is probably not a good test for poison, asks the dwarf to try it as well. He refuses. Good for him, that would've been awful.

Party finishes investigating, reports back to their present employer, who's a necromancer/local politician/member of the board of agriculture by the name of Berline. She thanks them for their help, hands out a few rewards, all that normal stuff. Llorian mentions the possibility that they have some combined effect. Berline -- whose servants will not even come within 5 feet of her out of pure fear, who loves to make cheery threats about turning people into mindless undead farmhands, and who has made these threats toward the party before -- offers to send them a "test subject." Llorian agrees.

Later that evening, (somehow) to Llorian's surprise, at the party's current residence arrives a terrified maid, Kel. You know. The test subject that Llorian agreed to. Llorian apologizes and decides to hire her with rather generous pay and says she won't be forced to be an experiment if she doesn't fully consent. Probably the nicest thing anyone's ever done for Kel tbh. I figure, okay, they missed a rather sugar-coated offer, this will have consequences but the party will smooth things over.

So y'know. We talk a little OOC and I figure that's as weird as it's going to get. (Spoiler: Whenever you think this, you are always wrong.)

Today's session:

So, party does some work, is still waiting to hear back from Berline, haven't figured out what to do about Kel yet. They got a new house and have cleaned it up, it's looking nice! It has lots of very nice Gebbian amenities like a torture room, some prison cells, and a thirty-foot long scrying pool embedded in the floor filled with writhing viscera. Berline shows up at their house with food as a housewarming feast and says she has some business. Food is great! Kel hides in a hidden passage somewhere in the basement so that Berline doesn't know she's still alive. Everything's going fairly smoothly, until the obvious question comes up -- "have you learned anything about the poisons yet?"

Llorian's brilliant response is not a lie. It is not a description, or a "no effects yet," or a "the subject got away and we're working on finder her again." It is not even "the test subject never arrived" or "what test subject" or "uhhh I'm not willing to do that." It's, "Oh, I've been so busy that I forgot." (About this living, breathing human that you've been housing for days? hope she got water) So, Berline gives Llor the benefit of the doubt, tells her that she can go do it now, and sends one of her zombies along to "assist."

Well, earlier in this session, the party found a skull fairy. Skull fairies aren't actually fairies, although they look a bit like pixies. They like to rip people's heads off in order to collect their skulls. The skull fairy lives in the area that Kel is hiding in, but has been instructed not to take the skulls from people -- in exchange, it gets the rest of the skulls the party comes across. Pretty sweet deal if you're a skull fairy, as far as it's concerned, it just traded three quarters for a thousand dollars.

When the zombie isn't looking, Llorian signals the skull fairy to rip its head off. It does! Zombie lets out a horrendous scream, redead style. Now we have the escorting zombie decapitated in the basement, the necromancer upstairs growing impatient, and an unfinished job. The zombie's body falls down because this was NOT a clean cut and it's been absolutely brutalized. So it's not getting back up.

So Llorian goes back upstairs and explains what happened. You see, the skull fairy downstairs destroyed your zombie. Berline is irritated at this point, and says she's going to take something of equal value, as rituals aren't cheap and that was one of her better zombies.

This is the point where things start getting derailed. Llorian offers for Berline to take revenge on the skull fairy. She says she's not interested in revenge, she just wants to replace the zombie. Llorian offers for her to take the skull fairy home. She effectively says "what do I want a skull fairy for? How does this help me keep our farms running?" and Llorian concedes that this doesn't make sense. I can't get a counteroffer in because the party is at this point floundering to try to appease this necromancer who will probably make ghoul food of all of them if they mis-step. One of the party members offers to cover the cost of the ritual, which she's about to accept, when Llorian offers:

The thirty-foot long visceral scrying pool downstairs. That's embedded in the floor. You may as well offer someone your fucking. indoor pool. is it nice? yeah! is it a weird replacement in terms of price comparison for a modest sum of gold? yes it is. is it absurdly impractical to move from one house to another? to carry up a narrow spiral staircase? yes. It is basically IMPOSSIBLE to actually give her this. At this point I am literally laughing so hard I can't breathe. and I can't explain why because I CAN'T BREATHE.

I finally catch my breath enough to giggle out that she'll take just enough money to cover the ritual costs. She tells Llorian to go down and "do her job and finish the experiment," and of course Llorian gives a very bright response:

"Well, technically, I asked you for advice, this wasn't part of the job you hired us for." (The job was to investigate what happened at the farm... But even still, I don't think this would go over well if she were right, either.)

Llorian is now a mummy (I figured I'd teach her a lesson without straight up killing the character... merciful deity that I am). Kel is now a ghost (thanks Rikkal!). None of the party is all too happy about it, but what the hell else could I do? And there's definitely nothing they can do about this all at level two.

I look down at the adventure path book to get myself back on track, and I see:

Award the players 80 experience for celebrating with Berline.

But I can't get over the scrying pool offer. I'm still giggling about it hours later. What the fuck?

Just had the most absurd fucking session, waiting til I'm at my pc to write it up

Also playing Red Dragon Inn post-game, played the wench and got absolutely wasted but still came in second, then played nitrel, blew shit up, and got kicked out of the inn for being broke lmao. Fun game XD

[noctvrnis]

Just gonna throw a real “quick” (lol I wish) and super messy drawing of Dorian and Lloyd at you cause I HAD to do at least a small sketch for Dorianmance week! :<

But no worries, I’ve planned something bigger which I’ll hopefully be able to post until the end of the week. *wink at a certain person who already figured out my surprise for her, cough*

I saw a pic like this a few days ago and wanted to make a Lloyd x Dorian version...cause it’s super cute. I love smooches...morning smooches. Featuring bed hair and stubble! <3 Soo yeah, perfect timing, I guess. ;D

I’m too busy these days, cry. Fuck school.  And I’m going to sleep now. Good night! :’D

[gethsemanedev]

Oooh, i see. :O Sorry again but I'm also curious as to what their genders are too!

I’m going to clear this part up about the Seraphs first, so hOOO here we go!

The five Seraph characters are all technically genderless/sexless. Seraphs are beings devoid of sex & don’t really reproduce sexually, because they have a different way of birth (that of which I’ll get into one day). They DO refer to each other as “he” “she”, or “they” depending on what’s best fit, but in all of honesty the Seraphs don’t really care what you address them as. (Though the Llorian people would grimly call them “it” bc they obviously aren’t human)

However, the Seraphs assume human-esque forms, because their true forms can be a bit too extravagant & can blind the viewer, & so their appearances can give off a certain identity.

Anyways, back to the point, Luciam & Yurie mainly use “she/her” pronouns. Azraiya & Ramial use “he/him” pronouns, & Jociel uses “they/them”.

As for the human characters, Iris & Haniah use “she/her”, Chanri uses “they/them” but allows “he/him”, & Reagan uses “he/him”.

[cristiangarupa]

⚽ #CopaPosadeña #POSxLPI Semifinal Así forma #AtléticoPosadas: 1- Ramiro Rodríguez 2- Gustavo Maidana 3- Gustavo Garcete 4- Kevin LLorian 5- Lucas Florentín 6- Darío Cardozo 7- César Rojas 8- Gustavo Cardozo 9- Walter Ortega Solís 10- Emanuel Ríos 11- Alejandro López Suplentes: 12- Horacio Galeano 13- Mauricio Gómez 14- Rodrigo Cabrera 15- Franco Cabrera 16- Alan Almirón 17- Ramón Alencastro 18- Luis Defilippi DT: Néstor Jaquet. (en Posadas, Misiones) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5tZ73Hpykx/?igshid=1mhhuj1o7t2my

[transmogwow]

Rukenwald - Nesingwary (us) head: Hidden Helm neck: Heart of Azeroth shoulder: Spell Fencer's Shoulderpads back: Disgraced Court Cloak chest: Salt-Tide Jailor's Tunic wrist: Gravethorn Wristwraps hands: Felspawn Gloves waist: Belt of the Netherwalker legs: Llorian's Dress Leggings feet: Footpads of the Illidari Crusade finger1: Seal of Questionable Loyalties finger2: Band of Wortcunning trinket1: First Mate's Spyglass trinket2: Doom Shroom mainHand: Blade of the Witching Hour offHand: Replica Lion's Fang

[carloserikmalpicaflores]

Carlos Malpica Flores: Nuevo curso de cultura contemporánea en el MUSAC

El Curso de Cultura Contemporánea del MUSAC, en su intención de poder acercar a León las aproximaciones más actuales del pensamiento contemporáneo, no olvida su contexto marcadamente local, rural y periférico, y es por ello que se ha querido realizar esta edición desde la realidad de la comunidad leonesa y en colaboración con diferentes colectivos y personas de la ciudad que están aproximándose al pensamiento decolonial.

El pensamiento decolonial agrupa diversas prácticas, voces y movimientos que suponen una nueva caja de herramientas para pensar en el mundo actual desde las experiencias de aquellas comunidades, colectivos o personas subalternizadas a partir del avance colonial de Europa. Periferias y fronteras hace referencia a esos espacios marginalizados y olvidados por el capitalismo material y cognitivo por resultar improductivos para el orden económico e impropios para el orden moral y simbólico (cuestiones indispensable ambas para mantener el orden de producción postcapitalista), pero que en cambio reivindican desde el museo como espacios que ayudan a imaginar y accionar otros modos de habitar el mundo menos explotadores de la vida.

Las siete jornadas que se proponen para el curso tomarán diversa forma: desde una charla sobre dialectología, música popular y políticas de la voz  (Llorian García-Flórez y Fernando Álvarez-Balbuena), un viaje a la comarca de La Cabrera guiados por el Instituto de Estudios Cabreireses (Iván Martínez Lobo, José Gallego de la Losa, Natividad Villoldo y José Luis González), experiencias de conocimiento y autoconocimiento en primera persona que trabajan la interseccionalidad desde la mirada de los feminismos queer, crip y trans (Miriam Vega, Fran Quiroga, Concha Lucas y Ana Álvarez) o sesiones político poéticas a través del audiovisual, la palabra o la exposición en el museo (María Sánchez, Luz Pichel, Abu Ali, Carolina Bustamante y Francisco Godoy Vega).

PROGRAMA

17 de octubre, de 18:00 a 20:00 horas

¿Por qué escuchar a las viejas? Música, Dialectología, y políticas de la voz.

Llorián García-Flores y Fernando Álvarez-Balbuena.

20 de octubre, a las 17:00 horas

La cultura local como recuperación frente a la globalización. Jornada en La Cabrera.

24 de octubre, de 18:00 a 20:00 horas

El acento en lo rural (entre la arcadia y lo paleto).

María Sánchez y Luz Pichel.

7 de noviembre, de 18:00 a 20:00 horas

Tréboles y fiestas: dispositivos para cuerpos fronterizos.

Fran Quiroga y Miriam Vega.

14 de noviembre, de 18:00 a 20:00 horas

Exposiciones, antirracismo y condiciones de producción migrante.

Carolina Bustamante Gutiérrez y Francisco Godoy Vega.

21 de noviembre, a las 17:00 horas

La cuestión de la interseccionalidad en el pensamiento decolonial.

Concha Lucas y Ana Álvarez con la Asociación A Vecilla, Colectivo Moceda en pie, Ignacio Redondo y David Pérez Neira.

28 de noviembre, de 18:00 a 20:00 horas

La frontera como centro. Sesión audiovisual. Abu Ali *) Toni Serra.

DESTINATARIOS:

Toda persona interesada en el arte y la cultura contemporánea.

LUGAR:

DEAC MUSAC.

INSCRIPCIÓN:

A partir del 10 de septiembre hasta acabar plazas, escribiendo un e-mail a deac@musac.es con nombre apellidos y teléfono de contacto o en la taquilla del museo.

PLAZAS:

40.

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[asofiahorta]

Llorian by me, Skelet

[lafaiette]

Prelude (NSFW)

Commission for @noctvrnis, starring her fantastic Lloyd Trevelyan and Dorian! <3

Thank you so much, I had a super fun time with this!

“I see you still haven’t changed much in here.”

Dorian drops the two bags on the floor while looking around with a critical eye.

“Same curtains. Even same sheets! I do hope you had the servants wash them.”

“Of course.” Lloyd smirks at him from the wardrobe, where he’s already making space for Dorian’s clothes and belongings. “We possibly can’t have sex on cum-dirty sheets, can we?”

Dorian sniffles and makes an indignant noise, threatening to pout.

“Forgive me if I excessively care about our hygiene.”

“It’s alright, love.” Lloyd wiggles his eyebrows up and down, making Dorian snort. “I find it very endearing.”

Then he turns back to the wardrobe and bites his lower lip, pondering deeply.

“… I don’t really have the energy to take out all my stuff right now.”

“Well, I’m not leaving mine inside these bags! At least let me put away my nightclothes and books.” The Altus shoots him another pointed look. “And before you make another of those terrible jokes of yours, no, I’m not sleeping naked, amatus.”

“That’s going to be a problem for our steamy activities.” Lloyd innocently points out, but Dorian only grants him another snort, then takes care of the wardrobe by himself.

The Inquisitor sits on the bed, hands laced together between his legs, and observes him. He hides well his nervousness and anxiety, while Dorian’s shine through every word and stolen glance.

He talks quickly and answers his own questions without giving Lloyd the time to even listen properly to them and reply; he moves his most beautiful clothes inside the first drawer of the wardrobe and his hands shake as he does so.

“Why did I never see you wear this? It’s so good, amatus, Royal Sea Silk straight from Rivain!”

“You know I prefer other colours. That was a gift from some noble.” Lloyd passes a hand over his face, feeling the stubble that is growing along his chin and jaw. “Are you alright?”

It’s a sudden question, so Dorian is momentarily taken aback and it takes him some time to respond.

He even panics a little - Lloyd can see it, he can always recognize his lover’s changes in behavior -, but dismisses the question as if foolish.

“Of course I’m alright!” he exclaims, flashing a grin. “What, you thought I wasn’t used to hard physical work? Moving tons of clothes into a wardrobe is nothing compared to what we have to go through every time we leave this stronghold.”

“Oh, hush, you baby.” Lloyd grins back. “I know you love casting your flashy spells everywhere. If an enemy doesn’t dare paying you attention, you even get angry.”

“It’s outrageous, really. A valiant, expert mage like me is not someone to underestimate and ignore.” Dorian’s smile turns ecstatic and worried at the same time. “Fortunately you are here with me, amatus.”

He hurries to fill the silence again, but Lloyd won’t stay quiet this time. He keeps staring at him insistently until Dorian finally notices it and turns to him with anxious eyes.

“What?”

“Are you worried about living here?” Lloyd asks, explaining when the other man’s face tells him that he did not understand: “In my quarters, I mean. Do you feel nervous about that?”

“No! No, of course I don’t.” Dorian clears his throat and lowers his eyes to the rich vest he’s holding.

“Maybe a little.” he admits in a lower voice and this time silence falls completely in the vast room, broken only by the shouts of the soldiers training in the courtyard and the birds flying near the balconies.

“You must think I am a fool.” the Altus adds after a while, his tone defeated and even ashamed. He throws the vest on the ground and puts his hands on his hips, still refusing to look at Lloyd. “A grown-ass man who gets shaky hands at the thought of living together with his lover.”

“I don’t think that.” Lloyd reassures him, getting up to go to him. Dorian is forced to lock eyes with him now and he sees a smile on his face, but also his same anxiety in his green eyes.

“I feel like that too.” the Inquisitor continues, before resting his forehead against Dorian’s shoulder; his hands are on his waist, the touch gentle and warm, and Dorian sighs before wrapping his arms around him.

“We’ve got issues.” Lloyd candidly says and Dorian hums in agreement. Then he hums in panic.

“It’s nothing too bad and unresolvable, though… right?”

Lloyd chuckles and kisses his neck, before raising his head to look at him, a smile on his lips.

“Of course, my love. It just means we will act awkward and goofy for a few days.”

“Mh.” Dorian smiles too and raises an eyebrow. “Goofy is not exactly my style, but I fear you are right. Now, would you kindly help me put away my stuff?” He jokingly narrows his eyes and adds: “After all, you invited me. Have the decency to assist your guest.”

“You’re not a guest, Dorian.” Lloyd reminds him, patting his ass before picking up the vest from the floor. “This place belongs to you too now.”

A moment of silence, then: “… In that case, may I change the sheets? Please, they are horrid.”

“What?” Lloyd puts a hand above his heart, faking great pain and shock. “Such rudeness! I told you, they are cleaner than a nug’s butt!”

“That’s hardly comforting, amatus.”

“Everyone knows nugs are clean. Ask Cole. Dwarves even eat them.”

“After cleaning them.” Dorian snorts again, his way to stifle a laughter that would sound too enamored and fond.

He still doesn’t have the courage to let those sounds out, but Lloyd knows him well by now and doesn’t mind. He knows that he will be ready, sooner or later, and so he waits for that day patiently.

He holds back a lot as well and that’s another of their issues that they have to fix together.

In the end, they manage to put away Dorian’s stuff and even tidy up the room so that the Altus will have more space for his books and battle equipment.

The quarters immediately change look: no matter how many times the servants come, Lloyd is always able to make his room look disastrous, but now that Dorian is here, it’s like he stepped into another place entirely.

He can almost breathe a different air in it - it smells like Dorian’s favorite perfume and good oiled leather - and his head feels dizzy for a while.

He also feels like that because it’s all a bit different than their moments spent in Skyhold or in Dorian’s nook. There, they are relaxed and can joke and flirt with each other without feeling too nervous.

But here, in these rooms that have become theirs, not just his or mine anymore, they can feel the importance and seriousness of their relationship, they are more acutely aware of it and panic arises.

It’s a silly thing, Lloyd thinks, grumbling and wanting to slap himself for being so stupid. But Dorian is clearly affected by the novelty of living together too and so they act like a newly married and shy couple.

His beloved Altus sits on the couch, reading, and he sits at his desk, finishing to write and sign the last documents Josephine gave him.

He usually leaves those for the last second - much to the poor Ambassador’s annoyance -, but right now he needs to calm down as much as possible to help Dorian feel comfortable.

Suddenly, as a nice silence falls in the room, he hears Dorian chuckle.

“You are making that funny face again.”

“What funny face?” Lloyd smiles and Dorian explains, closing his book and resting his chin on his hand: “A very disgusted face. You always make it while reading Inquisition stuff.”

“This noble wrote ‘Holy Herald’ at least ten times in his letter.” he groans, already dreading the reply he will have to write. “I’m going to send him a freaking giant card saying ‘I’m not the Herald’ in capital letters.”

“Where is the noble from?” Dorian asks while reopening his book and curling his mustache.

“Orlais, of course. Why?”

“Then he would keep calling you that even more out of spite.” Dorian smirks wickedly at him, clearly enjoying Lloyd’s pout. “Relax, amatus, and pay them no mind.”

The evening proceeds smoothly after that. It’s like a glass between them broke and they can speak more easily, with less restraints, just like they do when they meet in the second level of the rotunda or when they travel together.

But then dinner comes and apparently the cooks and the servant bringing food didn’t know that Dorian is going to sleep in the Inquisitor’s quarters from now on.

The servant brings only one tray of food and her eyes widen comically as soon as she spots Dorian changing into his satin nightclothes.

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry, I…!”

“It’s alright.” Lloyd smiles at her, finally getting away from the desk after spending the whole time biting his lips and fidgeting with a small arrow he uses to relax.

His back aches, but he feels way better than before after the casual, even sweet conversation he had with Dorian.

“Please, bring Dorian’s food here too.” He smiles at the Altus, who blushes and stubbornly keeps looking at the shirt he has to put on. Lloyd glances appreciatively at his abs and he young girl seems to be quite enthralled by them too.

“Yes, Your Worship.” She bows at him and Dorian and runs down the stairs after placing the tray on the small table near the couch.

“Oh Maker.” Dorian snickers, finally wearing the shirt, much to Lloyd’s chagrin. “If all Skyhold didn’t know before, now it certainly does.”

Lloyd smiles at him and Dorian’s cheeks get darker again, because he sees the sweetness and fond amusement in his green eyes.

“Is that a problem?” Lloyd asks and the Altus splutters something, panicking.

“Of course not!” he hurries to say, then sighs and sits on the edge of the bed, his mouth set into a straight line, so thin his mustache looks bigger.

“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t be so hard.”

“It shouldn’t, but it’s normal that it is for us.” Lloyd sits next to him and he wants to press a kiss on his bare neck, but stops himself from doing so.

“Used to us, you mean.” Dorian looks at him, his stare intense and heated. “It is so strange. Before, it was Tevinter that had to get used to me staying with another man, but that never happened. So now that I’m here, finally free, I am…” He makes a vague gesture, not knowing how to explain it. “I am scared. Scared of seeing disapproval, hatred, or discomfort in the people around us. Or…”

“Or in me?” Lloyd concludes for him, rubbing his back, and Dorian sighs again with a small nod of his head.

Again, Lloyd sees his neck and the cute mole on his face, but doesn’t kiss them.

One day, he thinks, he will feel brave enough to get closer, just like Dorian will feel free to fully let himself go in front of him.

He suddenly realizes they really made the next step in their relationship and he feels as scared as his lover. What if something happens to him in battle? What if all the bullshit he did in the past suddenly comes back to bite him in the ass, another kind gift from the kind Maker?

What if he makes Dorian suffer? What if they allow themselves to get closer, to make even more steps forward, and then everything is taken from them? Would that even be fair to Dorian?

Dorian notices his sudden silence, so different from the comfortable one that filled the room before, and he raises his head to look at him again.

“Amatus?” he calls and Lloyd blinks and snaps out of it, forcing himself to smile again.

“Sorry. I was thinking about some pretty deep stuff.”

Dorian looks even more alarmed and Lloyd resorts to his biggest weapon: jokes.

“Your asshole.” he explains, wiggling his eyebrows again, and Dorian’s expression is priceless, a mix between flat resignation and amusement.

He’s about to say something, when the servant knocks on the door again and brings the second tray of food.

They usually eat in the main hall, together with the companions and guests who want to join them for lunch or dinner. But this time, they are alone, sharing both the meal and personal quarters they made even more personal.

They talk and joke and flirt normally, like they would do in any other place, but Lloyd plays with his fork and fidgets with the napkin a lot, while Dorian is a bit tense and tries to be too smooth.

Lloyd knows him well by now. He knows when he isn’t being himself or feeling well.

So he comes up with a plan or at least an idea to make both feel better.

First, he starts eating in a sultry, sexy way, so much that even Dorian, distracted as he is now, notices it.

The cooks prepared a cherry tart and Lloyd seizes the chance to pop one into his mouth and sucks on it loudly, while staring insistently at his amatus.

Dorian stops talking midsentence and raises an eyebrow, his blush coming back, although he looks more shocked than aroused.

Lloyd pulls out the juicy, shiny cherry out of his mouth and places it on his plate, still staring.

“Ew.” Dorian comments, before grinning and shaking his head. “Maker, what are you doing? I thought we were past the awkward flirtation and mixed signals.”

“You are never too past them.” Lloyd corrects him, before sucking each of his fingers and taking a banana from Rivain. Dorian makes a strangled noise.

“No.”

Lloyd just wiggles his eyebrows for the third time that day and proceeds to nips at the top of the banana with a smug, playful smirk.

In the end, he plays with the food in such a ridiculous, endearing way that Dorian forgets about his panic entirely and starts laughing.

He stills holds himself back like Lloyd has expected, but at least the weird tension is gone from his body and face.

He laughs and laughs, covering his mouth because they are still eating, and Lloyd stops playing with his food to simply watch him and smile at him.

“Shall we take these to the bed?” he says, pointing at the trays. They have been eating their dinner at the desk, like he used to do when he still lived alone here, and Dorian turns to the large bed with mirth in his eyes.

“Why not?” he replies and now he’s the one who is smug and playful, daring and hopeful.

Just as Lloyd thought. They just need some time.

They bring their food to bed and Dorian complains about the crumbs only once, before changing topic, knowing Lloyd isn’t bothered by the idea of food on the blanket.

He himself doesn’t mind it that much - he’s just playing, pretending to be obsessed with tidiness to get a reaction out of Lloyd. And he’s succeeding, because the Inquisitor munches his bread even more sloppily than usual and makes sure to spread crumbs and pieces of it everywhere.

“I’m not going to sleep on this bed if you keep this up.” Dorian warns him, kicking his shin with his perfectly crafted satin slippers. Lloyd glances down at them, making a happy, admiring sound.

“Those are good! I never saw you wear them before.”

Dorian’s plump lips curl into a satisfied smile and he proudly looks down at his shoes.

“One of the few things I brought with me from home. They were too beautiful, too well done, and way too expensive to be left rotting in my room.” He groans and frowns, clearly thinking about something unpleasant. “My mother would have probably thrown them away.”

He changes topic again, not wanting to talk about his family and ruin the good mood. Lloyd understands that and so he doesn’t comment when Dorian smiles and quickly says: “I can hire a good cobbler for you, amatus. We could wear a pair.”

He leans in and presses a kiss on his forehead, adding softly: “Yours would be green with blue accents and the smallest traces of silver.” He smiles and strokes his hair, making Lloyd’s breath hitch in his throat. “And we will add the Inquisition symbol on them just to be sure.”

Lloyd snorts, the sound a prelude to a full, warm laughter that fills the room and warms it and Dorian’s heart even more than the fire crackling in the fireplace.

Then he rests his head on the Altus’ lap and stretches his legs, entering a blissful state of relax as Dorian starts caressing his hair again.

A sudden thought occurs to him, a so silly idea he can’t help but obsess over it for a moment. The idea of adding Dorian’s family crest to his clothes, a tiny detail just like the Inquisition symbol he wanted to put on his slippers.

He saw it before, Dorian wears it sometimes, a beautiful necklace that he does his best to hide and show at the same time, driven by the same nostalgia that drives the exiled surface dwarves to show their family crests, despite knowing they cannot go back to their home.

But wearing Dorian’s symbol would be like forcefully enter his life - even more than he has already done - and take something that isn’t really his to take, at least not now, not when the world is still threatening to kill them all and the Maker has better things to do than watch over His children.

So he pushes the thought aside, he pushes it into the deepest part of his mind hoping it will stay there quiet and nice, and closes his eyes.

“You didn’t finish your dinner.” Dorian softly says, playing with a long lock of hair, but Lloyd replies with a hum and rubs his face on his lap, making him grunt in surprise.

“The rest of my dinner is right here.” he says, grinning when Dorian lets out a - fake - exasperated sigh.

He doesn’t stop braiding his hair, though… at least until Lloyd starts nuzzling his face on his groin more insistently.

“Lloyd…” Dorian calls breathlessly, before closing his eyes and enjoying the touch of lips across his quickly-growing erection that is pressing against his satin pants.

Lloyd finds their opening and releases his manhood, discovering with pleasure that Dorian sleeps without underwear and there are no bothersome breaches to stop him from licking his lover’s cock.

At first, he licks it slowly, savoring the pungent taste and familiar texture, but Dorian gets quickly overwhelmed and impatient, so he decides to speeds things up a bit to avoid making him come too soon.

The night is still young, after all.

First, he undresses himself, slowly and carefully, making Dorian watch every movement as he regains his breath; then he starts undressing him too, starting from his slippers so that he can kiss his ankles, then moving to his pants.

“The… trays are on the way.” Dorian blurts out when his knee thumps against one of them. So Lloyd grins at him and gets up, completely naked, to carry them back to his desk.

He keeps moving slowly, accentuating the powerful strain of his muscles and flexing his arms a bit, knowing Dorian loves them a lot.

When he comes back to bed, the Altus is breathing even more heavily than before and watching him with a lustful, playful light in his eyes.

“I suppose this is the dessert.” he jokes, stretching on the soft blanket and sheets. He pats the space next to him and Lloyd joins him again, helping him remove the satin shirt he’s still wearing.

Once they are both completely naked, the fun begins.

“I think this is better than dessert.” Lloyd says, playing along, his hand already stroking Dorian’s erection.

This time the Altus retaliates and touches his too, paying particular attention to its glistening head and rubbing his thumb on it until the other man is slightly panting.

“Hey, this is unfair!” Lloyd laughs, nibbling his earlobe and cupping his sack with a firm grip, making him gasp and jump into his touch. Lloyd smiles wickedly at him. “Behave, gorgeous, or you are gonna sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Is this how you treat your guests?” Dorian replies, purposefully running his thumb down his length. “I didn’t know you were so rude, amatus.”

“You aren’t a guest, Dorian.” Lloyd repeats, peppering his chest with kisses. He raises his eyes to him and repeats, almost sternly: “You aren’t a guest.”

That same blush from before returns on the Altus’ cheeks and he snorts, looking away to hide his smile. His now free hand finds Lloyd’s hair, though, and he caresses it again while he descends even lower along his body.

He presses a kiss on his manhood, making him gasp, then slips a hand under the mattress to retrieve the small jar of lube he keeps there.

“Here is your favorite perfumed oil.” he announces happily, grinning ear to ear. “I ordered it from Tevinter just for you!”

“Oh for…” Dorian covers his face with his hands and barely stifles his laughter. “Lloyd. Please, tell me you didn’t ask that requisition fellow near the armory to order lubing oil for you.”

“Of course I did.” Lloyd plants the sweetest of kisses on his thigh, a bit of oil already on his fingertips. “Only the best for my not-guest boyfriend.”

Dorian snorts and keeps his face hidden, but he makes low, keening sounds every time Lloyd’s fingers tease his entrance. He’s not insistent, but he definitely asks for attention.

“It was very kind - mh - of you.” Dorian finally admits and Lloyd grins again, slipping one digit in and watching his lover gasp in surprise and pleasure.

Dorian shows his face again and his hands spring up to pull Lloyd closer, until he can kiss him easily and dig his fingers into his soft hair.

Lloyd keeps thrusting his finger in and out, then adds a second one which causes Dorian to moan loudly into his mouth. When he pulls back, there is a bit of saliva trailing down a corner of his mouth.

“Amatus.” he pants, his breathing getting heavier by the second. His other hand is stroking Lloyd’s manhood again and he is quite lost in pleasure too.

“Amatus, are you sure about this?”

Lloyd frowns, confused, and shakes his head with a puzzled smile while curling his fingers and eliciting another beautiful reaction from Dorian.

“About what? This isn’t our first time having sex, love.”

“I know, you ass.” Dorian replies, smacking his shoulder with a smile which quickly turns into a worried expression again. “I meant - ah! Slower! - I-I meant me living here.”

“Dorian, this isn’t exactly the right time to discuss this.” Lloyd removes his fingers and plunges them into the oil to coat his cock with it. Dorian seizes the chance to catch his breath and insist:

“It is the right time. I don’t want you to regret this. I don’t want this to be a…”

“It’s not like we’re getting married, Dorian.” Lloyd blurts out, hiding his true feelings and the thoughts he had before. “I told you, we just need to get used to this.”

“Yes, but…”

Dorian doesn’t finish his sentence, because Lloyd quickly trusts into him, sheathing himself into him almost up to the base of his manhood. It’s a rough move, but Dorian is prepared enough and he feels warm and soft around his cock and there is no displeasure or pain on his face, only bliss.

And a bit of annoyance, that’s true.

“You are trying to distract me.” he grumbles, glaring at the man above him.

“No, gorgeous. I’m trying to fuck you.”

Lloyd slowly pulls his hips back, then thrusts in again, moaning as loudly as Dorian. They find their usual rhythm quite easily and soon Dorian’s mouth is pressed on his lover’s neck, his moans and happy sounds muffled by the hot, sweaty skin.

Lloyd moves to find the right angle and he hits it with a precision achieved after spending many nights like this; he knows Dorian better than he knows himself at this point and his hands and lips find all the other soft spots that make him go wild.

Dorian knows him quite well too, because just a few words and some deep, languid kisses are enough to make Lloyd lose his mind as well.

And then something clicks into the Inquisitor, like a key perfectly fitting a keyhole or the piece of a puzzle finally finding its rightful place.

He hasn’t found the last piece of the puzzle that his relationship with Dorian is - only time and the Maker will tell whether they can stay together or suffer the inevitable consequences of this war -, but he dares feel hopeful now.

It’s ironic that he feels like this while making love to his beloved, moaning Altus, but fate is nothing but ironic, apparently.

“Dorian.” he calls, as his last thrusts bring the other man over the climax and make him come all over his stomach. “Dorian, my love - look at me.”

And Dorian does so, locking eyes with him as his orgasm ripples through him; his hair is sweaty and his face red and he looks like the most beautiful thing Lloyd has ever seen.

He feels scared and elated at the same time.

“I… I…” He tries to speak, but his mind is a white, vast space of nothingness and he can just come with Dorian’s name on his lips. He spends inside him and falls down, held tightly by him.

It takes them some time to regain their breath, but once they do, Lloyd slightly rises to look at Dorian again and says softly, cupping his cheek:

“I promise you I will try to make this work.”

Dorian observes him for a long moment, quiet, then a huge smile curls his lips and he presses them on his.

“That’s more than I was ever allowed to hope for, amatus.”

They hold each other, not even bothering to cover themselves with the blanket, and fall asleep in the room that now belongs to both of them, a prelude to something more.

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"I love you"

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Together, towards a brighter future

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10 years passed and I'm still so normal about them

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These two make me so soft im-

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Llyr really missed his vhenan

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Llyr and Dorian at Winter Palace - part 1