running by your side
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hallarider[for pavus_redemit]
It was never difficult to find Dorian. Sometimes, it felt as though the Tevinter mage made a point of making himself as accessible as possible, being out in the open for everyone to see. It was a good idea when Bramen truly thought about it, something to dispel the idea of a cloaked magister working away in secret, researching blood magic and crafting secret potions to control minds - all rumours the Inquisitor had heard in passing about his lover. Thoughts that made Dorian chuckle and roll his eyes, easily dismissing their jeers and accusations. That was one of the things Bramen loved most about him.
Not a day passed that Bramen didn't feel as though there was something new he'd come to appreciate and adore something about Dorian. Perhaps it was foolish, maybe it was a bit silly but he was a foolish and silly elf at times. Dorian often made him feel as such, in the best way possible. That was why Bramen wanted to show appreciation for the man, something to show he cared. He cared, that he listened. Oh, how he listened to the tales the mage had, captivated by the history of Tevinter. There was so much in Dorian's own culture that had parallels within Bramen's own, it was fascinating to uncover. Every time they spoke, he learned a little more.
But one story had stuck with the elf for a long time now. One story he recalled so vividly as he now ascended the stairs towards the library, holding something wrapped in cloth in his hands. He remembered stargazing with the mage, curled up together in his room as they watched stars falling from the sky. He recalled Dorian's words, the feeling of his warm body in the cool night air - and that's why he had this now. He clutched that cloth tightly, reaching the top of the stairs as he made his way over to Dorian's little nook, smiling warmly and fondly as he looked over to the chair his lover so often made himself at home in. He wasn't in that chair now but he was close by, pulling a few books off the shelf - a little evening reading no doubt.
Bramen kept that cloth clutched close, a tender look in his eyes as he watched Dorian for a moment more.
"A bit of light reading?" he asked, letting his mouth crack into a smile. No doubt some of those books were for the morning - or merely to reference a page or two. Though Dorian often got sucked in to more than a few pages. He was always thirsty for knowledge.
Hopefully what was wrapped up in this cloth would fascinate him all the same.
pavus_redemit]It was never difficult to find Dorian. Sometimes, it felt as though the Tevinter mage made a point of making himself as accessible as possible, being out in the open for everyone to see. It was a good idea when Bramen truly thought about it, something to dispel the idea of a cloaked magister working away in secret, researching blood magic and crafting secret potions to control minds - all rumours the Inquisitor had heard in passing about his lover. Thoughts that made Dorian chuckle and roll his eyes, easily dismissing their jeers and accusations. That was one of the things Bramen loved most about him.
Not a day passed that Bramen didn't feel as though there was something new he'd come to appreciate and adore something about Dorian. Perhaps it was foolish, maybe it was a bit silly but he was a foolish and silly elf at times. Dorian often made him feel as such, in the best way possible. That was why Bramen wanted to show appreciation for the man, something to show he cared. He cared, that he listened. Oh, how he listened to the tales the mage had, captivated by the history of Tevinter. There was so much in Dorian's own culture that had parallels within Bramen's own, it was fascinating to uncover. Every time they spoke, he learned a little more.
But one story had stuck with the elf for a long time now. One story he recalled so vividly as he now ascended the stairs towards the library, holding something wrapped in cloth in his hands. He remembered stargazing with the mage, curled up together in his room as they watched stars falling from the sky. He recalled Dorian's words, the feeling of his warm body in the cool night air - and that's why he had this now. He clutched that cloth tightly, reaching the top of the stairs as he made his way over to Dorian's little nook, smiling warmly and fondly as he looked over to the chair his lover so often made himself at home in. He wasn't in that chair now but he was close by, pulling a few books off the shelf - a little evening reading no doubt.
Bramen kept that cloth clutched close, a tender look in his eyes as he watched Dorian for a moment more.
"A bit of light reading?" he asked, letting his mouth crack into a smile. No doubt some of those books were for the morning - or merely to reference a page or two. Though Dorian often got sucked in to more than a few pages. He was always thirsty for knowledge.
Hopefully what was wrapped up in this cloth would fascinate him all the same.
it has been way too cold the last few days.
Date: 2015-02-16 07:43 pm (UTC)"That robe with your new staff, you'd be the envy of every magister."
It's going to get that way here this week.
Date: 2015-02-16 07:54 pm (UTC)Not that Bramen couldn't craft beautiful weapons himself but Dorian wants to give something. He didn't know rogue armor from warrior plate in reality but a short conversation with Cole and he could get Bramen some daggers for use when enemies closed in on him.
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Date: 2015-02-16 08:36 pm (UTC)"You don't need to get me anything at all," he smiled, fingers running along the back of Dorian's neck. He was told not to argue - but he'd argue. He always would when it came to material things.
"I don't need anything. I've already got you."
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Date: 2015-02-16 09:11 pm (UTC)Even a better ring if Dorian could find one that felt appropriate. He might enchant something himself to provide protections or enhancement of Bramen's natural skill.
"They make you smile, amatus. I want to make you smile."
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Date: 2015-02-16 09:58 pm (UTC)"You already make me smile, Dorian," he made him smile every time he called him that affectionate name. He made him smile with just about every word he ever spoke.
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Date: 2015-02-16 10:35 pm (UTC)He rested his forehead against Bramen's. "You make me happy as well."
Happy wasn't the perfect word for it but it was good, close to the truth. Euphoric was better but seemed too much.
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Date: 2015-02-16 11:07 pm (UTC)He returned that kiss, eyes closed as he savoured the taste of his lover's mouth. Oh, he loved those lips. He loved everything about this man, he couldn't say it enough. He rest his forehead against Dorian's, touching the ends of their noses together.
"I'm glad," he murmured, turning his head for another soft kiss. "Come on," he urged, not wanting to get too syrupy on his love - he'd done that enough tonight. "Let's curl up - finally read a little from one of your books."