#The Amatus and the Altus

[elfyelation]

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 | smutshot

pairing—dorian pavus x male!lavellan summary—if dorian's father could see him right now he'd probably combust where he stood warnings—pwp, top!dorian, bottom!lavellan, hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms word count—909 rating—18+, smut under the cut

If only his father could see him now, his disappointment of a son; Altus mage of the Tevinter Imperium, balls deep inside the famed Herald of Andraste — not to mention, an elf, and Dalish at that — well, he would likely have combusted where he stood.

Dorian was used to being a disappointment. He wasn’t what his father had wanted in a son. He was a great mage, certainly an asset to the Imperium, but he fell short when it came to his romantic and sexual relations.

He had no intention to ever take a wife, nor sire any children of his own. Not only due to his complete lack of interest in women but also because the idea of becoming a father terrified him. He hadn’t had the best role model, so to speak.

There was always some enjoyment to be had in knowing his actions only riled his father further. As much as he wanted nothing more than to be accepted by him and make him proud, a part of him had given up on that long ago. Just as his father had certainly already given up on him.

Especially now as he rolled his hips forward, pushing the Inquisitor further down into the messy array of sheets below them.

Lavellan groaned from where he lay, almost flat against the bed. With what little strength he had, he pushed down against the sheets, lifting the tender curve of his arse to meet with his lover’s thrusts. With the next, he found himself collapsing into the blankets again, face hitting the pillow with a soft thump.

The Inquisitor played a tough game when he was on top, testing every muscle in his lover’s body as he touched and teased him for what felt like hours. When he found himself on the receiving end, however, Dorian always knew exactly how to put him in his place.

Rough fingers laced themselves through Lavellan’s dishevelled hair and pulled harshly, forcing his back to arch as he was pulled upwards. Dorian’s hot breath fanned across his cheek as he groaned into his ear, “Amatus.”

Lavellan’s mouth hung agape as his moans echoed from wall to wall. At least half of Skyhold would hear them, that they knew for certain. Liliana had already had quite an uncomfortable conversation with their beloved Herald about their nightly antics, taking great care in ensuring the Inquisitor knew quite the extent of the rumours which had begun spreading into every corner of Thedas.

He had been bewitched, they had begun to speculate. Seduced by an evil Imperium Magister who wished to taint the holy Inquisition with blood magic and make the Herald of Andraste his slave.

Dorian had laughed at this, amused that the world believed he had been the seducer. If anyone had asked he would not have said anything otherwise but, in truth, he was the one who had been seduced. Seduced by the charm of the man who currently resided beneath him. Seduced by his kind heart and desire for change. Seduced by his delicate waist and devious smirk.

His thrusts grew stronger as he released the elf’s hair, watching him fall down onto his pretty little face once again as he was fucked so hard the headboard began to bang loudly against the wall.

Lavellan writhed beneath him, raising a hand to his mouth as he bit down on his own flesh, trying to stifle his cries. Tears had begun to spill onto his cheeks and, with one harsh thrust, Dorian knew he had come undone. Still, he rocked into him at an unforgiving pace, smearing the juices which had since spilt out onto the bedsheets across his lower body.

His dear Amatus may have been pushed to the edge already but he needed to hang on for just a little while longer. Cassandra would have words with him in the morning for certain. Although she was reluctant to bring it up, she was always concerned when the Inquisitor trod across Thedas with a slight limp.

“Please, Dorian…” his voice was hushed and broken as his knuckles whitened, gripping the edge of his soft pillow for dear life.

He was red-raw and sore all over but he could already feel his spent cock hardening again as it rubbed back and forth against the bed below him. Unconsciously, he found himself rutting slightly, craving more friction.

Dorian hushed him, his pace not once faltering, and reached around to grant his Amatus the touch he so craved.

The Inquisitor cried out again at the overstimulation. He was so, so sensitive. Too sensitive after how many times he had already came. It had been a long night. Such a long night. But it was almost over.

“I know, Amatus. I know. Just. A. Little. More.” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips before finally spilling his load with a long, dark groan.

Lavellan was unmoving when his lover finally pulled out of him and Dorian couldn’t help but smile as he realised he had passed out from sheer exhaustion. He was sure to be repaid in full as soon as the Inquisitor regained his strength. In fact, he was already looking forward to it.

His fingers lightly moved the drapes of hair that had fallen over his lover’s face and leaned forward, gently kissing his temple. He wiped away the tears that still glistened against his cheeks and gently began to clean him up.

#—warrenwrites ✦ #dorian pavus x male!reader #dorian pavus x lavellan #dorian pavus #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #inquisitor lavellan #lavellan x dorian #dorian x lavellan #dai dorian #dorian pavus smut #dragon age dorian #mature

[makerpreservethatass]

fluffy pavellan headcanons ♡

I wanted to keep this vague but honestly it's mostly just gushy hcs for dorian and my lavellan, I am biased sorry </3, feel free to add on !

Inq takes being called amatus as permission to call dorian vhenan

It goes on like that for a while until one day lavellan affectionately calls dorian amatus instead

After that it becomes much more frequent for them to switch names; dorian referring to lavellan as vhenan and vice versa

The baths !!! They share !!! Together ! The expensive soaps ! The dalish creams and oils ! The neck and shoulder massages ! They are so achingly domestic

This one is niche but I always imagined sometime along the inquisition timeline they'd be roaming fereldan and someone would start on the "all y'all evil tevinter magisters" rant, when the inquisitor cuts in with, "he's an altus actually," and dorian beams with even more pride than he usually does

Post-trespasser visits to/living in Minrathous where lavellan is living in absolute luxury

Getting ready, treasuring every peaceful moment together as lavellan calls him "magister pavus" in the most sickeningly sweet voice with a soft mid-morning smile creeping up to his eyes

Brushing each other's hair now that dorian has grown it out a bit and god I will die on this hill

Dorian is of course particular about his hair so most of the brushing and all of the styling he does on his own, but the shared intimacy is what matters

Idle mid-day gossip to help dorian unwind a little from the very big things he's involved in

Silk shirts, handcrafted jewelry, the same or even greater quality than dorian's own belongings, etc etc

Sugar husband dorian pavus, if you will

Which leads me to my last entirely self indulgent post-DAI headcanon, that dorian and lavellan get married and lavellan lives on that high for a few weeks calling dorian "my husband" every chance he gets until everyone is sick of it

A lot of this isn't necessarily pavellan specific but the amatus-vhenan headcanon has lived in my head for ages now and they are simply my favorite romance ever, that's all thank you have a lovely day ♡

#pavellan literally owns my heart y'all dont get it i would do anything for them to be happy forever #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #dai #dorian pavus #lavellan #pavellan #pavellan fluff #pavellan headcanons

[clairedelune-13]

Dorian Pavus // Altus // Magister // Amatus

#dorian pavus #dragon age inquisition

[notyetfixed-a]

@many-tales-told asked  “Who did this?” - Seraphim & Dorian

There is a reaction quicker than the Altus can think as he feels the warmth of Seraphim’s digits upon his bloodied mouth; a noticeable wince, a sharp inhale, and then the turning of his head to pull away from the pain. He brings the back of his hand up to try and wipe what blood now began to rise to the surface, the jostling of his wound his own fault at the sudden movement. Dorian realizes, though, that he pulled away as if Seraphim had been the one who did him harm, and he turns back to him to reassure that everything is fine.

“No one important, amatus. Just another Ferelden prick who tries to act tough in front of his friends.” He spoke softly as he nurses on the wound a moment more. It had been a long day in the Hinterlands. He was just glad to be back at camp. “I’ll be fine. This’ll clear up with just a bit of magic and I’ll be right as rain. Don’t worry. I swept his legs to prove a point.” He grinned, his hand finding the other’s soft trusses as he runs his fingers through the ends gingerly. “How was your day being back here? Probably more fun than dealing with cultists...” 

#v; dai | sv; Seraphim #Necromancy and Pride | Dorian Pavus #otp | chasing dreams

[dragongeek1]

Okay so someone tell me, have any of the Bioware devs come out and outright said the Tevinter Imperium is based on the Roman Empire or what

Because there’s gotta be some classics major on the writing team gleefully making those parallels and reveling in it

#like now that I'm replaying DA:I in college and as a classics major #you talk to dorian and its like omg roman empire to a frickin TEE #I bet people realized and know but like do they KNOW how accurate?? #like the magisterum the senate the archon and dorian's comment that he gets invited to all the fancy parties #even the black divine-- sounds roman to me #like even tevene seems a little latin #altus? amatus? are these fourth declension nouns or what #i mean it's like real on the head to me #cause this be what i study #i can go on and on #and this is only based on the in-game shit i bet if i read the world of thedas stuff i'd shit my pants #dragon age inquisition #tevinter #Cassie has too many tags #Cassie rambles #roman shit

[poetica-miscellanea]

Got my digital copy of the @dorianartbook, Fortitudo, and just....all the eyegasms, all over the place. SO MUCH beautiful artwork, I can't get over it. And the charity behind its creation is so moving. Dorian is such an inspirational and wonderful character, and each artist absolutely did him justice. And I am so happy this is raising awareness for causes that hit close to home.

#dorian pavus #dorianartbook #fortitudo #dragon age inquisition #david gaider #da:i #dragon age dorian #tevinter #altus #dragon age #amatus

[tonyglowheart]

Adoribull is also gr8 bc it's like, these two dudes who have no rightly expectation of romance, or god forbid, a relationship - what with Dorian being an Altus out of Tevinter, and Bull growing up and living under the Qun and all. And yet, here they are. Romance of the ages. Absolutely sickening. "I'm hoping we're good for each other," "a whole lot of something," "I want to talk about my feelings," all of the Trespasser banter, amatus, kadan... If you’d told early-game them that they’d end up with anyone, let alone with each other, they’d probably laugh in your face. And yet, here we are. Here they are. Here we all are.

#adoribull #dragon age #truly is the meme of *this x has everything*

[interretialia]

Suffixa Nominum Agentium Sunt “-tor” et “-trix” neque “-or” et “-rix” / The Agent Noun Suffixes Are “-tor” and “-trix” and Not “-or” and “-rix”

There is the common idea that -or and -rix are the agent-noun-forming suffixes in Latin. In this essay I explain why exactly we should consider -tor and -trix the proper forms of Latin’s agent-noun-forming suffixes.

(The original version of this essay is here.)

Contents

Apparent Formation Procedures

Problems with the Apparent Formation Procedures

Feminine Agent Nouns Differ

No or Different Perfect Participles

-or and -rix Are Not Independent

No Real Derivational Link

What All This Means

Why the Suffixes Are Actually -tor and -trix

The Suffixes with Verb Stems and Roots

Verb-Suffix Interactions

Structure of Suffixes

“Families” of Suffixes

Suffixes, Parts of Verbs, and Actual Procedures

Stems Ending in Long -a-, -e-, -i-

Roots with Added Short -i-

Roots with Added Long -i-

U-Final Stems and Roots

Other Vowel-Final Roots

Consonant-Final Roots: Overview

Consonant-Final Roots: No Phonetic Changes

Consonant-Final Roots: Phonetic Change Types

Consonant-Final Roots: More about Assimilation

Consonant-Final Roots: S-Initial Suffixes

Consonant-Final Roots: The -tr- Combination

Analogical Forms with Short -i-

Compound Suffixes

Verb Roots Not Easily Discernible

What the Phonetic Concepts and Examples Show

My Idea Explains the Material Better

Examples of Words Which We Can Create

Sources

1. Apparent Formation Procedures

The Latin language has many nouns that denote the agent of an action. Examples of such words appear below (and throughout this article) in red:

altrix, “nourisher,” “one who nourishes”;

amator, “lover,” “one who loves”;

auditor, “hearer,” “one who hears”;

victrix, “winner,” “victress,” “one who is victorious.”

The agent nouns that end in -or are mostly masculine, but a few like auctor can be masculine or feminine. Those that end in -rix are all feminine.

The four agent nouns which I cited above appear to have been created by removing the -us ending of a perfect participle (p.p.) and then adding either -or or -rix to the base of the perfect participle which ends in -t. So:

altrix = alt- (from altus, p.p. of alere, “to nourish”) + -rix;

amator = amat- (from amatus, p.p. of amare, “to love”) + -or;

auditor = audit- (from auditus, p.p. of audire, “to hear”) + -or;

victrix = vict- (from victus, p.p. of vincere, “to conquer”) + -rix.

Other agent nouns appear to have been created in the same way:

actor and actrix, “driver,” “one who drives,”

actor = act- (from actus, p.p. of agere, “to drive”) + -or,

actrix = act- (from actus, p.p. of agere, “to drive”) + -rix;

rector and rectrix, “leader,” “one who leads,”

rector = rect- (from rectus, p.p. of regere, “to lead”) + -or,

rectrix = rect- (from rectus, p.p. of regere, “to lead”) + -rix.

When the base of a perfect participle ends in -s instead of -t, the -or appears to have been added to that base of that participle in the same way as usual, and so the masculine agent noun has an -s- before -or instead of -t. Moreover, the feminine agent nouns corresponding to these masculine agent nouns ending in -sor appear to have been created the same way as the other feminine agent nouns in -rix, except a -t- was added either because of euphony or because there is a -t- in words like altrix and victrix.

defensor and defenstrix, “defender,” “one who defends,”

defensor = defens- (from defensus, p.p. of defendere, “to defend”) + -or,

defenstrix = defens- (from defensus, p.p. of defendere, “to defend”) + -t- + -rix;

tonsor and tonstrix, “shearer,” “one who shears,”

tonsor = tons- (from tonsus, p.p. of tondere, “to shear”) + -or,

tonstrix = tons- (from tonsus, p.p. of tondere, “to shear”) + -t- + -rix.

We may ask ourselves: “What do the Latin grammarians themselves have to say about the formation of such agent nouns?” We can cite the Late Latin grammarian Priscian, who discusses this subject in the Partitiones:

Fac nomen verbale a participio praeteriti temporis. Armator et armatrix. Cur? Quia omnia participia praeteriti temporis us in or convertentia faciunt nomen verbale in omni coniugatione masculinum ex quo iterum or in rix mutantes facimus femininum, nisi euphonia, id est sonus, prohibeat, quod evenit in illis quae in sor desinunt ut pransor, cursor, tonsor. Nemo enim dicit pransrix, cursrix, tonsrix, propter asperitatem pronuntiationis. Unde et Terentius tonstrina dixit euphoniae causa addens contra regulam t. sicut enim a doctore doctrina consonantes eas habuit quas suum primitivum, sic debuit etiam tonstrina absque t esse nisi sonoritas coegisset. Defenstrix quoque Cicero in Timaeo protulit addita t.

Make a verbal noun from the perfect participle. Armator and armatrix. Why? Because all perfect participles, when converting -us to -or, make a masculine verbal noun in every conjugation, from which, in turn, when changing -or to -trix, we make a feminine one, unless euphony, in other words sound, prevents it, which happens in those nouns which end in -sor, as pransor, cursor, tonsor. For no one says pransrix, cursrix, tonsrix on account of the harshness of pronunciation. Because of this Terence even said tonstrina, adding -t- against the rule for the sake of euphony. For just as doctrina had gotten from doctor those consonants which its primitive had, so tonstrina also should have been without a -t- if sound had not made it a necessity. Cicero produced the word defenstrix also in the Timaeus after adding a -t-.

This passage shows us that Priscian basically agrees with the formation procedures which I discussed above. He, however, promotes the particular view that the -or nouns are created from the perfect participles of verbs while the -rix nouns are in turn created from the -or ones in the following ways:

pransor and pranstrix, “one who eats breakfast,” where

pransor came from pransus (p.p. of prandere, “to have breakfast”), and

pranstrix came from pransor;

cursor and curstrix, “runner,” where

cursor came from cursus (p.p. of currere, “to run”), and

curstrix came from cursor;

tonsor and tonstrix, “shearer,” where

tonsor came from tonsus (p.p. of tondere, “to shear”), and

tonstrix came from tonsor.

In any case, this “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea appears to be accurate in describing the creation of these agent nouns in Latin.

2. Problems with the Apparent Formation Procedures

That “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea is neat, tidy, straightforward—and wrong. I see four major problems with it.

2.A. Feminine Agent Nouns Differ

First, that idea cannot account for the forms of feminine agent nouns when both the corresponding masculine agent nouns and the corresponding participial bases show -s- or -ss- while the feminine agent nouns themselves do not also show that letter or letter combination. Some examples are:

assestrix, “assessor,” but we also have

assessor, and

assessus, p.p. of assidere, “to sit near”;

expultrix, “expeller,” but we also have

expulsor, and

expulsus, p.p. of expellere, “to expel”;

possestrix, “possessor,” but we also have

possessor, and

possessus, p.p. of possidere, “to possess.”

Since we have assessor and assessus, and possessor and possessus, the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea tells us that we surely should have *assesstrix and *possesstrix instead of the existing words assestrix and possestrix. In reality, however, feminine agent nouns never end in -sstrix. While the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea can account for repulstrix (the feminine of repulsor, corresponding to the perfect participle repulsus, from repellere, “to repel”), it cannot explain the feminine agent noun expultrix when the masculine agent noun expulsor and the perfect participle expulsus (from expellere, “to expel”) indicate an *expulstrix.

2.B. No or Different Perfect Participles

The second problem with the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea is that it cannot account for agent nouns which either a) come from verbs that lack perfect participles or b) have different letters corresponding to the final letters of the bases of perfect participles. Some examples are:

converritor, “one who sweeps together,” where

*converritus is implied, but

conversus is the p.p. of converrere, “to sweep together”;

bibitor, “drinker,” where

*bibitus is implied, but

there is no p.p. of bibere, “to drink”;

delitor, “obliterator,” where

delitus is implied, but

deletus is the usual p.p. of delere, “to obliterate”;

favitor, “supporter,” where

*favitus is implied, but

there is no p.p. of favere, “to support,” although

fautum is the verb’s accusative supine;

fugitor, “one who flees,” where

*fugitus is implied, but

there is no p.p. of fugere, “to flee”;

libritor, “hurler,” where

*libritus is implied, but

libratus is the p.p. of librare, “to hurl.”

The “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea fails once again because bibere and fugere lack perfect participles, and so there is no base to which -or and -rix can attach. Converrere and librare have the participles conversus and libratus, respectively, not *converritus and *libritus, as converritor and libritor seem to suggest according to the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea. Although delere does have the participle form delitus, it is by no means as commonly used as the typical form deletus. Favere does not have a perfect participle, so there is again a lack of a base to which -or and -rix can attach. But it is astounding that favere provides us with the agent nouns fautor and favitor, the former suggesting an imaginary perfect participle *fautus, which looks similar to fautum, the verb’s actual accusative supine.

Two other words are relevant here:

meretrix, “courtesan,” where

*meretus is implied, but

meritus is the p.p. of merere, “to merit”;

obstetrix, “midwife,” where

*obstetus is implied, but

there is no p.p. of obstare, “to stand before,” although

obstatum is the verb’s accusative supine.

These also either come from verbs that lack perfect participles or have different letters corresponding to the final letters of the bases of perfect participles. Merere uses the perfect participle meritus, not meretus as meretrix seems to suggest. I could not find an attestation for *obstatus as the perfect participle of obstare, but the accusative supine is obstatum and not *obstetum as one might think after looking at obstetrix and using the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea to suggest a participle *obstetus. What is also interesting about the words meretrix and obstetrix is that they lack masculine forms in -or. These two words are relevant to professions that were restricted to women, so it is not likely that the masculine words existed. If such masculine words in fact did not ever exist, then these two words in -rix were created on their own without corresponding words in -or. The independent creation of these words goes against Priscian’s particular view of the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea which says that the feminine agent nouns in -rix derive from the masculine ones in -or.

2.C. -or and -rix Are Not Independent

A third problem with the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea is that it cannot account for the lack of clear uses of -or and -rix as entirely independent suffixes. Whenever these suffixes appear, some form of -t- or -s- (even hidden in the combination -x-) always appears right before them.

While we do have the agent nouns actor, possestrix, and converritor, we do not have *agor, *possidrix, or *converror, which we would expect to exist if the suffixes were independent. The latter three forms are not entirely farfetched when we consider that another suffix which also appears to be attached to participial bases, -io, can even be attached to the present stems of verbs. For example, regere, “to lead,” yields both rectio, “a guiding,” and regio, “a direction.” Agent nouns like *regor and *regrix therefore seem plausible, but they are not found. We have just the words rector and rectrix.

One might argue that ludor is indeed an agent noun which was created by attaching the (apparently) independent agent-noun-forming suffix -or to the present stem of the verb ludere. There are good reasons to reject this claim, however. The passage in which this ludor appears (Schol. ad Iuven. 6, 105) is unclear and doubtful. There is also the issue of whether the word actually comes from ludere. It may well derive from the noun ludus, which appears in the phrase in ludo which appears in the passage. Even if the word did come from ludere, there is the possibility that the -or is not the agent-noun-forming suffix at all. There is a suffix -or that is attached to the roots or present stems of verbs, but it is entirely different from the agent-noun-forming suffix because it forms abstract nouns, as seen in amor, “love,” from amare, “to love.” Ludor looks less like an agent noun and more like an abstract noun that means “play” or “playing.” These uncertainties concerning the suffixal identity and meaning of this ludor are enough to reject it as a clear example of -or as an independent agent-noun-forming suffix.

We have seen the suffixes -or and -rix appear in agent nouns which derive from verbs, but we should understand that they also appear in agent nouns which derive from nominal stems. When these suffixes interact with nominal stems, they never appear just as -or and -rix. They actually all have -t-:

ficitor, “fig planter” (from ficus, “fig”);

funditor, “slinger” (from funda, “sling”);

ianitor, “gatekeeper” (from ianus, “covered passageway”);

ianitrix, “gatekeeper” (from ianus, “covered passageway”);

olivitor, “olive tree planter” (from oliva, “olive”).

We do not find agent nouns like *ficor, *fundor, and *iantrix. We would surely expect these forms, or forms like it, if -or and -rix were independent suffixes attached to parts of words which are not participial bases.

Someone could argue that ficitor, funditor, ianitrix, and the others were not created by adding the suffixes to nominal bases, but actually came from attested, unattested, or imagined denominative verbs just like these three:

finitor, “limiter” (from finire, “to limit,” from finis);

gladiator, “gladiator” (from *gladiare, “to wield a sword,” from gladius);

viator, “traveller” (from viare, “to travel,” from via).

And yet there is a difference between these three agent nouns and the ones in the group which includes ficitor, funditor, and ianitrix. In finitor, gladiator, and viator, the i or a before the -tor part is long, indicating the long stem vowels used in the denominative-verb-forming suffixes -are and -ire:

finīre = fini- + denominative-verb-forming suffix -ī-re;

*gladiāre = gladio- + denominative-verb-forming suffix -ā-re;

viāre = via- + denominative-verb-forming suffix -ā-re.

Ficitor, funditor, ianitrix, and the others have a short i before the -tor part, and this -i- corresponds to no stem vowel used in any of the denominative-verb-forming suffixes. Instead, this -i- is a connecting vowel that is also sometimes found before other consonant-initial derivational suffixes which are added to nouns, as seen in words like Ianiculum (broken down into Ian-i-culum), from Ianus, and olivitas (broken down into oliv-i-tas), from oliva.

2.D. No Real Derivational Link

Finally, the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea cannot explain how there is any derivational link between the agent nouns formed from these -or and -rix suffixes and the corresponding perfect participles from which those agent nouns derive. This is the case whether we want to look at this alleged derivational link either in terms of semantics or morphology.

Let us look at the semantic aspect first. While deponent verbs typically do have active perfect participles (e.g., locutus, “having spoken”), non-deponent verbs have perfect participles which are passive (e.g., amatus, “having been loved”), and yet the agent nouns always have active or causative meanings but never passive meanings. Thus, for example, the active participle locutus seems to correspond to the active-in-meaning locutor, but the passive amatus does not correspond to the active-in-meaning amator. Moreover, locutor cannot mean “he who is spoken of,” nor can amator mean “he who is loved.” The temporal significance between the agent nouns and the participles also do not match. The words do not mean, respectively, “he who has been spoken of” and “he who has been loved,” according to the perfect-tense meaning of the participles. The agent noun suffixes then have semantic meanings which are irrelevant to the significance of the perfect participles.

Now let us consider the morphological aspect. Although -or can be added to the stem of a perfect participle such that the stem vowel -o- is elided to form a typical agent noun, things are not so tidy when -rix is added to the stem of a perfect participle. When suffixes beginning with consonants are added to o-stem nouns and adjectives, there is typically a connecting vowel between the remaining part of the stem of the noun or adjective and the suffix. Thus, for example, amato- and -or can plausibly yield amator (i.e., amat-or, -o- elided), but amato- and -rix would yield *amaterix (i.e., amato-rix, -o- becoming -e- before -r-). The combination -eri- is entirely allowable in Latin (e.g., aperis), and so there would not be any need for a euphonic -t- in words like tonstrix. Neither Latin phonetics in general nor the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea itself offers any rationale for that lack of -e-.

2.E. What All This Means

What then do these four problems suggest to us? My argument here is that this “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” idea must be rejected because the suffixes in Latin are not actually -or and -rix. The suffixes are in fact -tor and -trix. I shall now cite several ways to show that this is the case.

3. Why the Suffixes Are Actually -tor and -trix

That -t- element is historically a part of the suffixes -tor and -trix. Agentive nouns in Indo-European ended in either -tor or -ter (see: Miller, Latin Suffixal Derivatives in English, section 3.7). The -ter version appears in Latin within the words mater, pater, and frater, but the -tor became the basis of the -tor and -trix suffixes. Figuring out where the suffixes came from is simple enough, but in order to show that the suffixes are actually -tor and -trix, I must show how the Romans actually used them to form words.

3.A. The Suffixes with Verb Stems and Roots

Let us begin by becoming acquainted with the types of word parts to which the Romans typically attached these suffixes. While it was possible in Latin to add the agent-forming suffixes -tor or -trix to nominal stems, the suffixes were much more usually added to verb stems and roots, hence the large class of verb-derived words which includes altrix, amator, auditor, and victrix.

In theory, any verb could interact with the suffixes to produce agent nouns in -tor and -trix, but according to a formal understanding of “agent,” only eventive verbs whose semantics allow for an agent noun can produce such words, while stative and unaccusative verbs cannot produce them because they do not have agents (Miller, Latin Suffixal Derivatives in English, section 3.7). Even so, it is difficult to determine whether the Romans themselves consciously classified verbs in such ways or viewed the idea of “agent” so narrowly instead of interpreting the agent nouns in -tor and -trix simply as “individual who relates to the verbal notion of the word from which it derives.” (In fact, as we have seen, Priscian refers to each of these words as a nomen verbale, “verbal noun,” rather than, say, a nomen agentis, “agent noun.” Moreover, Priscian’s omnia participia description suggests that any verb can interact with the agent noun suffixes.) This looser understanding of “agent” is sufficient when analyzing any agent noun in -tor or trix. This helps us analyze a word like senator (“he who is a magistrate in the senate”) whose base word, senatus, suggests a more obvious stative notion (i.e., *senare, “to be a magistrate in the senate”) than an eventive one. It also allows us to work with non-eventive verbs to produce words like *sordetor or *sorditor (“one who is filthy,” from sordere), *putetor or *putretor (“rotter,” from putere and putrere, respectively), *collapsor (“collapser,” from collabi), *exsistitor (“ariser,” from exsistitere), and even *futor (“one who exists,” from esse).

3.B. Verb-Suffix Interactions

The true nature of the -tor and -trix suffixes will become clear once I have explained how they actually interacted with their respective verbs to create the various agent nouns. Such interactions involve three important concepts:

the structure of the suffixes themselves,

the relationship between these suffixes and several other suffixes, and

the actual parts of the verbs to which these suffixes are added.

I shall explain all three of these in detail below.

3.B.a. Structure of Suffixes

First, we should get to understand the structure of the suffixes themselves. While it is the case that the suffixes are exactly -tor and -trix, the Romans used them in such a way that they are bipartite in a certain sense—they comprise the -or and -rix elements on the one hand, and the -t- section on the other hand. That bipartite nature, however, does not imply that the two parts are wholly discrete or independent. The parts are ultimately indivisible because each part relies on the existence of the other. The -or and -rix elements themselves have no meaning at all and need their initial -t- to be complete, and the -t- element cannot stand alone nor can it readily function as an infix. That bipartite nature of the suffixes explains Priscian’s misinterpretation of their forms. He mistakingly interprets that nature as implying that the two parts of the suffixes are entirely separate entities.

The -t- section of the suffixes in fact was used as a linguistic marker common to the perfect-participle-forming suffix -tus. What this means is that -or and -rix are not separate extensions of the bases of perfect participles, as Priscian and others believe, but rather the suffixes are -tor and -trix and are parallel to the suffix -tus, which is involved in the creation of those participles.

3.B.b. “Families” of Suffixes

Next, we must understand the relationship between the suffixes -tor and -trix and several other suffixes. The -tor and -trix, and even the perfect-participle-forming -tus, are members of a “family” of t-initial suffixes that were regularly attached to the same parts of verbs to create different sorts of words. Some important members of this “family” of suffixes are:

-tus, creating the perfect participle, e.g., amatus from amare;

-tum, creating the supine, e.g., amatum from amare;

-turus, creating the future active participle, e.g., amaturus from amare;

-tor, creating the masculine agent noun, e.g., amator from amare;

-trix, creating the feminine agent noun, e.g., amatrix from amare;

-tus, creating a noun denoting action or result, e.g., ornatus from onare;

-tio, creating a noun denoting quality, e.g., amatio from amare;

-tura, creating a noun denoting result, e.g., creatura from creare;

-turire, creating a desiderative verb, e.g., amaturire from amare;

-tare, creating an intensive or iterative verb, e.g., iactare from iacere;

-tivus, creating a verbal adjective, e.g., indicativus from indicare;

-tim, creating an adverb, e.g., certatim from certare;

-trum, creating a noun denoting instrument, e.g., aratrum from arare;

-trina, creating a noun denoting activity or locality, e.g., lavatrina from lavare.

When these suffixes are added to certain parts of a verb, they produce the corresponding verb-derived forms and words in the follow ways:

ama- + -tus → amatus;

ama- + -tum → amatum;

ama- + -turus → amaturus;

ama- + -tor → amator;

ama- + -trix → amatrix;

and so on.

It is crucial that we notice that these suffixes were all added to the same particular part of their respective verb to create those forms and words.

Various sorts of phonetic changes occurred to produce an s-initial variant of this “family” of suffixes, and this variant is used for certain verbs. Thus, for example, the verb manere, “to remain,” uses suffixes that begin with -s-:

man- + -sus → mansus;

man- + -sum → mansum;

man- + -surus → mansurus;

man- + -sor → mansor;

man- + -sio → mansio.

3.B.c. Suffixes, Parts of Verbs, and Actual Procedures

Let us now study the third important concept: the question of which actual parts of the verbs Latin uses when adding on these suffixes. It turns out that these suffixes are not added indiscriminately to verb stems and roots. On the contrary, there is a complex system of interaction between these word-forming suffixes and verbs. The next few sections provide explanations of the actual procedures of how such interaction occurs. A complete list of the minutiae relevant to these procedures would be very long, but there are some typical key facts which we should learn about and then keep in mind.

3.B.c.i. Stems Ending in Long -a-, -e-, -i-

The members of the “family” of t-initial suffixes are simply added to the stems of most verbs of the first conjugation, a few verbs of the second conjugation, and many verbs of the fourth conjugation, and the long stem vowels, a and e and i, remain unchanged before the suffixes:

amare, “to love,” stem ama-, which yields

ama- + -tus → amatus,

ama- + -turus → amaturus,

ama- + -tor → amator,

ama- + -trix → amatrix;

complere, “to fulfill,” stem comple-, which yields

comple- + -tus → completus,

comple- + -turus → completurus,

comple- + -tor → completor,

comple- + -tio → completio;

finire, “to limit,” stem fini-, which yields

fini- + -tus → finitus,

fini- + -turus → finiturus,

fini- + -tor → finitor,

fini- + -tio → finitio.

3.B.c.ii. Roots with Added Short -i-

For some verbs, a short -i- appears after the root of the verbs, and then those members of the “family” of t-initial suffixes appear after that vowel:

domare, “to tame,” stem domare, root DOM, which yields

DOM + -i- + -tus → domitus,

DOM + -i- + -turus → domiturus,

DOM + -i- + -tor → domitor,

DOM + -i- + -trix → domitrix;

monere, “to warn,” stem mone-, root MON, which yields

MON + -i- + -tus → monitus,

MON + -i- + -turus → moniturus,

MON + -i- + -tor → monitor,

MON + -i- + -tio → monitio.

3.B.c.iii. Roots with Added Long -i-

For some verbs which are not of the fourth conjugation, a long -i- appears before the suffixes, on the analogy of the usual fourth-conjugation verbs:

cupere, “to desire,” stem cupe-, root CUP, which yields

CUP + -i- + -tus → cupitus,

CUP + -i- + -turus → cupiturus,

CUP + -i- + -tor → cupitor;

petere, “to seek,” stem pete-, root PET, which yields

PET + -i- + -tus → petitus,

PET + -i- + -turus → petiturus,

PET + -i- + -tor → petitor,

PET + -i- + -tio → petitio.

3.B.c.iv. U-Final Stems and Roots

In third-conjugation verbs made from u-stem nouns, and primary verbs whose roots end in -u-, the suffixes are added, and the -u- appears long:

statuere, “to set up,” stem statue-, root STATU, which yields

STATU + -tus → statutus,

STATU + -turus → statuturus,

STATU + -tio → statutio;

suere, “to sew,” stem sue-, root SU, which yields

SU + -tus → sutus,

SU + -turus → suturus,

SU + -tor → sutor,

SU + -tura → sutura;

tribuere, “to allot,” stem tribue-, root TRIBU, which yields

TRIBU + -tus → tributus,

TRIBU + -turus → tributurus,

TRIBU + -tor → tributor,

TRIBU + -tio → tributio.

3.B.c.v. Other Vowel-Final Roots

Verb roots ending in a vowel other than -u- may keep that vowel or change it (i.e., by weakening it to another vowel), and then add the suffixes:

dare, “to give,” stem da-, root DA, which yields

DA + -tum → datum,

DA + -turus → daturus,

DA + -tor → dator;

ire, “to go,” stem i-, roots EI and I, which yields

I + -tum → itum,

I + -turus → iturus,

I + -tare → itare;

prodere, “to betray,” stem prode-, root PRODA, which yields

PRODA + -tus → *prodatus → proditus,

PRODA + -turus → *prodaturus → proditurus,

PRODA + -tor → *prodator → proditor,

PRODA + -trix → *prodatrix → proditrix;

praestare, “to give,” stem praesta-, root PRAESTA, which yields

PRAESTA + -tum → *praestatum → praestitum,

PRAESTA + -turus → *praestaturus → praestiturus,

PRAESTA + -tor → *praestator → praestitor.

3.B.c.vi. Consonant-Final Roots: Overview

When the suffixes are added to verb roots ending in a consonant, various consonant-based phonetic changes may or may not occur within the verb root and the suffixes. These phonetic changes, when they do occur, involve one or more of the consonants of the root and the first letter of the suffixes.

3.B.c.vii. Consonant-Final Roots: No Phonetic Changes

Here are some examples of consonant-final verbs for which the addition of the suffixes does not produce consonant-based phonetic changes:

capere, “to take,” stem cape-, root CAP, which yields

CAP + -tus → captus,

CAP + -turus → capturus,

CAP + -tor → captor,

CAP + -tio → captio;

ducere, “to lead,” stem duce-, root DUC, which yields

DUC + -tus → ductus,

DUC + -turus → ducturus,

DUC + -tor → ductor,

DUC + -tio → ductio.

3.B.c.viii. Consonant-Final Roots: Phonetic Change Types

When phonetic changes do occur, they can be of various types. Some especially important and typical types of phonetic changes are:

assimilation of consonants (i.e., sounds becoming more similar), e.g.,

FRAG (root of frangere, “to break”) + -tus → fractus,

SCRIB (root of scribere, “to write”) + -tus → scriptus;

loss of letters, e.g.,

TORCV (root of torquere, “to twist”) + -tus → *torcutus → tortus,

SPARG (root of spargere, “to scatter”) + -sus → *spargsus → sparsus;

addition of letters, e.g.,

EM (root of emere, “to buy”) + -p- + -tus → emptus,

CONTEM (root of contemnere, “to despise”) + -p- + -tus → contemptus;

metathesis (i.e., rearrangement of letters), e.g.,

MISC (root of miscere, “to mix”) + -tus → *misctus → mixtus,

STER (root of sternere, “to spread”) + -tus → *stertus → stratus;

change from [q]u/v to u, e.g.,

LOQU (root of loqui, “to talk”) + -tus → *loqutus → locutus,

VOLV (root of volvere, “to roll”) + -tus → *volvtus → volutus;

suppletion (i.e., use of different roots), e.g.,

FU (root of esse, “to be”) + -turus → futurus,

TLA (root of ferre, “to bear”) + -tus → *tlatus → latus;

-c- or -g- and -s- combining into -x-, e.g.,

FIG (root of figere, “to fix”) + -sus → *figsus → fixus,

NEC (root of nectere, “to weave”) + -sus → *necsus → nexus;

combinations of any of the above, e.g.,

FLUGV (root of fluere, “to flow”) + -sus → *flugvsus → *flugsus → fluxus,

PLAG (root of plangere, “to beat”) + -n- + -tus → *plangtus → planctus,

STRUGV (root of struere, “to build”) + -tus → *strugvtus → *strugtus → structus,

TUD (root of tundere, “to beat”) + -n- + -tus → *tundtus → *tunssus → tunsus,

VID (root of videre, “to see”) + -tus → *vidtus → *vissus → visus.

3.B.c.ix. Consonant-Final Roots: More about Assimilation

Among these phonetic change types, assimilation is an especially notable one not only because of its ubiquity, but also because of the apparently drastic changes in sounds which occur. So, for example, a -g- becomes -c- before -t-, but this apparently strange sort of change is natural because a voiced mute becomes unvoiced when it appears before another unvoiced mute. Moreover, the loss of a letter or letters may accompany assimilation. So, -ss- (which came about from the assimiliation of consonants) is often simplified to just -s-. Here are some examples which feature the relevant phonetic changes:

agere, “to drive,” stem age-, root AG, which yields

AG + -tus → *agtus → actus,

AG + -turus → *agturus → acturus,

AG + -tor → *agtor → actor,

AG + -tio → *agtio → actio;

caedere, “to cut,” stem caede-, root CAED, which yields

CAED + -tus → *caedtus → *caessus → caesus,

CAED + -turus → *caedturus → *caessurus → caesurus,

CAED + -tor → *caedtor → *caessor → caesor,

CAED + -tio → *caedtio → *caessio → caesio;

possidere, “to possess,” stem posside-, root POSSID, which yields

POSSID + -tus → *possidtus → *possissus → possessus,

POSSID + -turus → *possidturus → *possissurus → possessurus,

POSSID + -tor → *possidtor → *possissor → possessor,

POSSID + -tio → *possidtio → *possissio → possessio;

regere, “to direct,” stem rege-, root REG, which yields

REG + -tus → *regtus → rectus,

REG + -turus → *regturus → recturus,

REG + -tor → *regtor → rector,

REG + -trix → *regtrix → rectrix;

scribere, “to write,” stem scribe-, root SCRIB, which yields

SCRIB + -tus → *scribtus → scriptus,

SCRIB + -turus → *scribturus → scripturus,

SCRIB + -tor → *scribtor → scriptor,

SCRIB + -tura → *scribtura → scriptura;

videre, “to see,” stem vide-, root VID, which yields

VID + -tus → *vidtus → *vissus → visus,

VID + -turus → *vidturus → *vissurus → visurus,

VID + -tor → *vidtor → *vissor → visor,

VID + -tio → *vidtio → *vissio → visio.

3.B.c.x. Consonant-Final Roots: S-Initial Suffixes

Because of the ubiquity of the change of the initial -t- of the suffixes to -s- through assimilation, there was produced the s-initial variants of the “family” of suffixes. These s-initial variants, much like the original t-initial ones, are liable to bring about other types of phonetic change. Some examples of verbs which use these s-initial variants are:

censere, “to assess,” stem cense-, root CENS, which yields

CENS + -sus → *censsus → census,

CENS + -surus → *censsurus → censurus,

CENS + -sor → *censsor → censor,

CENS + -sio → *censsio → censio;

fallere, “to deceive,” stem falle-, root FAL, which yields

FAL + -sus → falsus,

FAL + -surus → falsurus,

FAL + -sor → falsor,

FAL + -sum → falsum;

figere, “to fix,” stem fige-, root FIG, which yields

FIG + -sus → *figsus → fixus,

FIG + -surus → *figsurus → fixurus,

FIG + -sor → *figsor → -fixor in crucifixor,

FIG + -sura → *figsura → fixura.

3.B.c.xi. Consonant-Final Roots: The -tr- Combination

There is one notable combination of consonants in which one consonant keeps another consonant from changing. Latin does not allow a -t- to become -s- when an ­-r- appears immediately after that -t-. We can see this when the stems equit- and -tri- produced equestri-, the stem of equester, instead of equessri-. Due to such phonetic behavior, in the formation of derivative words, the final letters of a root may change before members of this “family” of t-initial suffixes, but the -tr- part which appears in members of this “family” (e.g., -trix, -trina, and -trum) does not change to -sr-.

edere, “to eat,” stem ede-, root ED, which yields

ED + -tor → *edtor → *essor → esor,

ED + -trix → *edtrix → estrix;

pinsere, “to bruise,” stem pinse-, root PIS, which yields

PIS + -tor → pistor,

PIS + -n- + -tor → *pinstor → *pinssor → pinsor,

PIS + -trina → pistrina;

radere, “to shave,” stem rade-, root RAD, which yields

RAD + -tor → *radtor → *rassor → rasor,

RAD + -trum → *radtrum → rastrum.

3.B.c.xii. Analogical Forms with Short -i-

Words like domare and monere are the basis of the analogy where a connecting vowel -i- appears between the present stem of a verb and one of the members of a “family” of t-initial suffixes. This irregular and optional procedure can apply even if the suffixes normally attach to different parts of a particular verb, or if the verb does not normally even use the suffixes at all.

agere, “to drive,” stem age-, root AG, which yields

age- + -i- + -tare → agitare;

converrere, “to sweep together,” stem converre-, root CONVERS, which yields

converr- + -i- + -tor → converritor;

pavere, “to be struck with fear,” stem pave-, root PAV, which yields

pave- + -i- + -tare → pavitare.

According to the standard rules, agere yields words like actus, actio, and actor, but this analogous procedure brought about agitare, which implies imaginary words like the participle *agitus, the supine *agitum, the agent nouns *agitor and *agitrix, and the noun *agitio. Pavere does not normally take any of these suffixes, and yet this analogical procedure has produced pavitare, which itself implies other words produced from the “family” of t-initial suffixes such as *pavitus, *pavitum, *pavitor, *pavitrix, and *pavitio.

This is the procedure which produced words like converritor and favitor. Such forms, of course, imply words like *converritus, and *favitio.

This procedure was not especially common, but it had enough productivity to move its focus of application from verb stems to noun stems, and so it produced noun-derived words like ficitor, ianitor, and olivitor.

3.B.c.xiii. Compound Suffixes

The -str- combination of letters appears so often in such derivative words that the -s- was thought to be part of the suffix, and so compound suffixes such as -strix and -strum were created though resegmentation. These suffixes were then added to the relevant stem or root of the verb.

capere, “to take,” stem cape-, root CAP, which yields

cape- + -i- + -strum → capistrum;

impellere, “to impel,” stem impelle-, root IMPUL, which yields

IMPUL + -strix → impulstrix;

monere, “to warn,” stem mone-, root MON, which yields

MON + -strum → monstrum.

The use of these compound suffixes with the verbs is not at all common. Capere, impellere, and monere would have yielded the words *captrum, *impultrix, and *montrum, respectively, according to the more typical rules.

3.B.c.xiv. Verb Roots Not Easily Discernible

Very often the root of a verb is not easily discernible from the principal parts of that verb. I have decided to include many examples of such roots here:

currere, “to run,” stem curre-, root CURS, which yields

CURS + -sum → *curssum → cursum,

CURS + -surus → *curssurus → cursurus,

CURS + -sor → *curssor → cursor,

CURS + -sio → *curssio → cursio;

emere, “to buy,” stem eme-, root EM, which yields

EM + -p- + -tus → emptus,

EM + -p- + -turus → empturus,

EM + -p- + -tor → emptor,

EM + -p- + -tio → emptio;

esse, “to be,” stem es-/s-, roots ES and FU, which yields

FU + -turus → futurus;

ferre, “to bear,” stem fer-, roots FER and TLA, which yields

TLA + -tus → *tlatus → latus,

TLA + -turus → *tlaturus → laturus,

TLA + -tura → *tlatura → latura,

TLA + -tio → *tlatio → latio;

flectere, “to bend,” stem flecte-, root FLEC, which yields

FLEC + -sus → *flecsus → flexus,

FLEC + -surus → *flecsurus → flexurus,

FLEC + -sor → *flecsor → flexor,

FLEC + -sio → *flecsio → flexio;

fluere, “to flow,” stem flue-, root FLUGV, which yields

FLUGV + -sum → *flugvsum → *flugsum → fluxum,

FLUGV + -sus → *flugvsus → *flugsus → fluxus,

FLUGV + -sura → *flugvsura → *flugsura → fluxura,

FLUGV + -sio → *flugvsio → *flugsio → fluxio;

frangere, “to break,” stem frange-, root FRAG, which yields

FRAG + -tus → *fragtus → fractus,

FRAG + -turus → *fragturus → fracturus,

FRAG + -tor → *fragtor → fractor,

FRAG + -tura → *fragtura → fractura;

fulcire, “to support,” stem fulci-, root FULC, which yields

FULC + -tus → *fulctus → fultus,

FULC + -turus → *fulcturus → fulturus,

FULC + -tor → *fulctor → fultor,

FULC + -tura → *fulctura → fultura;

gerere, “to carry,” stem gere-, root GES, which yields

GES + -tus → gestus,

GES + -turus → gesturus,

GES + -tor → gestor,

GES + -tio → gestio;

iubere, “to order,” stem iube-, root IUD, which yields

IUD + -tus → *iudtus → iussus,

IUD + -tum → *iudtum → iussum,

IUD + -turus → *iudturus → iussurus;

labi, “to slip,” stem labe-, root LAB, which yields

LAB + -sus → *labsus → lapsus,

LAB + -surus → *labsurus → lapsurus,

LAB + -sio → *labsio → lapsio;

loqui, “to talk,” stem loque-, root LOQU, which yields

LOQU + -tus → *loqutus → locutus,

LOQU + -turus → *loquturus → locuturus,

LOQU + -tor → *loqutor → locutor,

LOQU + -tio → *loqutio → locutio;

miscere, “to mix,” stem misce-, root MISC, which yields

MISC + -tus → *misctus → *micstus → mixtus,

MISC + -turus → *miscturus → *micsturus → mixturus,

MISC + -tor → *misctor → *micstor → mixtor,

MISC + -tura → *misctura → *micstura → mixtura;

mulcere, “to stroke,” stem mulce-, root MULC, which yields

MULC + -sus → *mulcsus → mulsus,

MULC + -tus → mulctus,

MULC + -tus → *mulctus → multus,

MULC + -surus → *mulcsurus → mulsurus,

MULC + -turus → mulcturus,

MULC + -turus → *mulcturus → multurus;

mulgere, “to milk,” stem mulge-, root MULG, which yields

MULG + -sus → *mulgsus → mulsus,

MULG + -tus → *mulgtus → mulctus,

MULG + -surus → *mulgsurus → mulsurus,

MULG + -turus → *mulgturus → mulcturus,

MULG + -trum → *mulgtrum → mulctrum,

MULG + -sura → *mulgsura → mulsura;

noscere, “to get to know,” stem nosce-, root NO, which yields

NO + -tus → notus,

NO + -turus → noturus,

NO + -tor → notor,

NO + -tio → notio;

pellere, “to push,” stem pelle-, root PUL, which yields

PUL + -sus → pulsus,

PUL + -surus → pulsurus,

PUL + -sor → pulsor,

PUL + -sio → pulsio;

percellere, “to beat down,” stem percelle-, root PERCUL, which yields

PERCUL + -sus → perculsus,

PERCUL + -surus → perculsurus;

pinsere, “to bruise,” stem pinse-, root PIS, which yields

PIS + -tus → pistus,

PIS + -n- + -tus → *pinstus → *pinssus → pinsus,

PIS + -n- + -i- + -tus → pinsitus,

PIS + -turus → pisturus,

PIS + -n- + -turus → *pinsturus → *pinssurus → pinsurus,

PIS + -n- + -i- + -turus → pinsiturus,

PIS + -tor → pistor,

PIS + -n- + -tor → *pinstor → *pinssor → pinsor;

plangere, “to beat,” stem plange-, root PLAG, which yields

PLAG + -n- + -tus → planctus,

PLAG + -n- + -turus → plancturus;

potare, “to drink,” stem pota-, root PO, which yields

pota- + -tus → potatus,

pota- + -turus → potaturus,

PO + -tus → potus,

PO + -tor → potor;

premere, “to press,” stem preme-, root PRES, which yields

PRES + -sus → pressus,

PRES + -surus → pressurus,

PRES + -sor → pressor,

PRES + -sura → pressura;

scire, “to know,” stem sci-, root SCI, which yields

sci- + -tum → scitum,

sci- + -turus → sciturus,

sci- + -tari → scitari;

sequi, “to follow,” stem seque-, root SEQU, which yields

SEQU + -tus → *sequtus → secutus,

SEQU + -turus → *sequturus → secuturus,

SEQU + -tor → *sequtor → secutor,

SEQU + -tio → *sequtio → secutio;

solvere, “to loosen,” stem solve-, root SOLV, which yields

SOLV + -tus → *solvtus → solutus,

SOLV + -turus → *solvturus → soluturus,

SOLV + -tor → *solvtor → solutor,

SOLV + -tio → *solvtio → solutio;

spargere, “to scatter,” stem sparge-, root SPARG, which yields

SPARG + -sus → *spargsus → sparsus,

SPARG + -surus → *spargsurus → sparsurus,

SPARG + -sor → *spargsor → sparsor,

SPARG + -sio → *spargsio → sparsio;

sternere, “to spread,” stem sterne-, root STER, which yields

STER + -tus → *stertus → stratus,

STER + -turus → *sterturus → straturus,

STER + -tor → *stertor → strator,

STER + -tura → *stertura → stratura;

struere, “to build,” stem strue-, root STRUGV, which yields

STRUGV + -tus → *strugvtus → *strugtus → structus,

STRUGV + -turus → *strugvturus → *strugturus → structurus,

STRUGV + -tor → *strugvtor → *strugtor → structor,

STRUGV + -tura → *strugvtura → *strugtura → structura;

torquere, “to twist,” stem torque-, root TORCU, which yields

TORCU + -tus → *torcutus → tortus,

TORCU + -turus → *torcuturus → torturus,

TORCU + -tor → *torcutor → tortor,

TORCU + -tura → *torcutura → tortura;

trahere, “to drag,” stem trahe-, root TRAGH, which yields

TRAGH + -tus → *traghtus → *tragtus → tractus,

TRAGH + -turus → *traghturus → *tragturus → tracturus,

TRAGH + -tor → *traghtor → *tragtor → tractor,

TRAGH + -tim → *traghtim → *tragtim → tractim;

unguere, “to anoint,” stem ungue-, root UNGV, which yields

UNGV + -tus → *ungutus → *ungtus → unctus,

UNGV + -turus → *unguturus → *ungturus → uncturus,

UNGV + -tor → *ungutor → *ungtor → unctor,

UNGV + -tio → *ungutio → *ungtio → unctio;

urere, “to burn,” stem ure-, root US, which yields

US + -tus → ustus,

US + -turus → usturus,

US + -tor → ustor,

US + -tio → ustio;

vehere, “to carry,” stem vehe-, root VEGH, which yields

VEGH + -tus → *veghtus → *vegtus → vectus,

VEGH + -turus → *veghturus → *vegturus → vecturus,

VEGH + -tor → *veghtor → *vegtor → vector,

VEGH + -tura → *veghtura → *vegtura → vectura;

vellere, “to pull,” stem velle-, root VUL, which yields

VUL + -sus → vulsus,

VUL + -surus → vulsurus,

VUL + -sor → vulsor,

VUL + -sura → vulsura;

volvere, “to roll,” stem volve-, root VOLV, which yields

VOLV + -tus → *volvtus → volutus,

VOLV + -turus → *volvturus → voluturus.

3.C. What the Phonetic Concepts and Examples Show

Having shown how the -tor and -trix suffixes interacted with their respective verbs, I believe my explanations of the phonetic concepts and my many examples should now have revealed the true nature of the suffixes.

4. My Idea Explains the Material Better

My “add -tor and -trix to verb stems and roots” idea can explain everything that the “add -or and -rix to the participial bases” one can and cannot. We should note these words and the processes through which they were formed:

assidere, “to sit near,” stem asside-, root ASSID, which yields

ASSID + -tor → *assidtor → *assissor → assessor,

ASSID + -trix → *assidtrix → *assistrix → assestrix;

expellere, “to expel,” stem expelle-, root EXPUL, which yields

EXPUL + -sor → expulsor,

EXPUL + -trix → expultrix;

possidere, “to possess,” stem posside-, root POSSID, which yields

POSSID + -tor → *possidtor → *possissor → possessor,

POSSID + -trix → *possidtrix → *possistrix → possestrix;

converrere, “to sweep together,” stem converre-, root CONVERS, which yields

converre- + -i- + -tor → converritor;

bibere, “to drink,” stem bibe-, root BIB, which yields

bibe- + -i- + -tor → bibitor;

delere, “to obliterate,” stem dele-, root DEL, which yields

dele- + -i- + -tor → delitor;

favere, “to support,” stem fave-, root FAV, which yields

fave- + -i- + -tor → favitor;

fugere, “to flee,” stem fuge-, FUG, which yields

fuge- + -i- + -tor → fugitor;

librare, “to hurl,” stem libra-, which yields

libra- + -i- + -tor → libritor;

merere, “to merit,” stem mere-, root MER, which yields

mere- + -trix → meretrix;

obstare, “to stand before,” stem obsta-, root OBSTA, which yields

OBSTA + -trix → *obstatrix → obstetrix;

ficus, “fig,” stem fico-/ficu-, which yields

fico-/ficu- + -i- + -tor → ficitor;

funda, “sling,” stem funda-, which yields

funda- + -i- + -tor → funditor;

ianus, “covered passageway,” stem iano-, which yields

iano- + -i- + -tor → ianitor,

iano- + -i- + -trix → ianitrix;

oliva, “olive,” stem oliva-, which yields

oliva- + -i- + -tor → olivitor.

My idea can also explain the forms that Priscian mentions:

armare, “to arm,” stem arma-, root ARM, which yields

arma- + -tor → armator,

arma- + -trix → armatrix;

prandere, “to have breakfast,” stem prande-, root PRAND, which yields

PRAND + -tor → *prandtor → *pranssor → pransor,

PRAND + -trix → *prandtrix → pranstrix;

currere, “to run,” stem curre-, root CURS, which yields

CURS + -sor → *curssor → cursor,

CURS + -trix → curstrix;

tondere, “to shear,” stem tonde-, root TOND, which yields

TOND + -tor → *tondtor → *tonssor → tonsor,

TOND + -trix → *tondtrix → tonstrix,

TOND + -trina → *tondtrina → tonstrina;

docere, “to teach,” stem doce-, root DOC, which yields

DOC + -tor → doctor,

DOC + -trix → doctrix,

DOC + -trina → doctrina;

defendere, “to defend,” stem defende-, root DEFEND, which yields

DEFEND + -tor → *defendtor → *defenssor → defensor,

DEFEND + -trix → *defendtrix → defenstrix.

5. Examples of Words Which We Can Create

We can use my “add -tor and -trix to verb stems and roots” idea to create the agent nouns from the other verbs. Below is a long list of agent nouns which either indeed already exist or can be produced by using my idea.

Neologisms with a † were created through a particular analogy.

alere, “to nourish,” stem ale-, root AL, which yields

AL + -tor → altor,

ale- + -i- + -tor → *†alitor,

AL + -trix → altrix,

ale- + -i- + -trix → *†alitrix;

audire, “to hear,” stem audi-, which yields

audi- + -tor → audītor,

audi- + -i- + -tor → *†audĭtor,

audi- + -trix → *audītrix,

audi- + -i- + -trix → *†audĭtrix;

bibere, “to drink,” stem bibe-, root BIB, which yields

bibe- + -i- + -tor → bibitor,

bibe- + -i- + -trix → *†bibitrix;

caedere, “to cut,” stem caede-, root CAED, which yields

CAED + -tor → *caedtor → *caessor → caesor,

caede- + -i- + -tor → *†caeditor,

CAED + -trix → *caedtrix → *caestrix,

caede- + -i- + -trix → *†caeditrix;

capere, “to take,” stem cape-, root CAP, which yields

CAP + -tor → captor,

cape- + -i- + -tor → *†capitor,

CAP + -trix → captrix,

cape- + -i- + -trix → *†capitrix;

censere, “to assess,” stem cense-, root CENS, which yields

CENS + -sor → *censsor → censor,

cense- + -i- + -tor → *†censitor,

CENS + -trix → *censtrix,

cense- + -i- + -trix → *†censitrix;

converrere, “to sweep together,” stem converre-, root CONVERS, which yields

CONVERS + -sor → *converssor → *conversor,

converre- + -i- + -tor → converritor,

CONVERS + -trix → *converstrix,

converre- + -i- + -trix → *†converritrix;

cupere, “to desire,” stem cupe-, root CUP, which yields

CUP + -i- + -tor → cupītor,

cupe- + -i- + -tor → *†cupĭtor,

CUP + -i- + -trix → *cupītrix,

cupe- + -i- + -trix → *†cupĭtrix;

delere, “to obliterate,” stem dele-, root DEL, which yields

dele- + -tor → *deletor,

dele- + -i- + -tor → delitor,

dele- + -trix → deletrix,

dele- + -i- + -trix → *†delitrix;

ducere, “to lead,” stem duce-, root DUC, which yields

DUC + -tor → ductor,

duce- + -i- + -tor → *†ducitor,

DUC + -trix → ductrix,

duce- + -i- + -trix → *†ducitrix;

emere, “to buy,” stem eme-, root EM, which yields

EM + -p- + -tor → emptor,

eme- + -i- + -tor → *†emitor,

EM + -p- + -trix → emptrix,

eme- + -i- + -trix → *†emitrix;

eradere, “to rub away,” stem erade-, root ERAD, which yields

ERAD + -tor → *eradtor → *erassor → *erasor,

erade- + -i- + -tor → *†eraditor,

ERAD + -trix → *eradtrix → *erastrix,

erade- + -i- + -trix → *†eraditrix;

esse, “to be,” stem es-/s-, roots ES and FU, which yields

FU + -tor → *futor,

s- + -i- + -tor → *†sitor,

FU + -trix → *futrix,

s- + -i- + -trix → *†sitrix;

expellere, “to expel,” stem expelle-, root EXPUL, which yields

EXPUL + -sor → expulsor,

expelle- + -i- + -tor → *†expellitor,

EXPUL + -trix → expultrix,

EXPUL + -strix → *expulstrix,

expelle- + -i- + -trix → *†expellitrix;

favere, “to support,” stem fave-, root FAV, which yields

FAV + -tor → fautor,

fave- + -i- + -tor → favitor,

FAV + -trix → fautrix,

fave- + -i- + -trix → *†favitrix;

fallere, “to deceive,” stem falle-, root FAL, which yields

FAL + -sor → *falsor,

falle- + -i- + -tor → *†fallitor,

FAL + -trix → *faltrix,

FAL + -strix → *falstrix,

falle- + -i- + -trix → *†fallitrix;

figere, “to fix,” stem fige-, root FIG, which yields

FIG + -sor → *figsor → *fixor,

fige- + -i- + -tor → *†figitor,

FIG + -trix → *figtrix → *fictrix,

fige- + -i- + -trix → *†figitrix;

finire, “to limit,” stem fini-, which yields

fini- + -tor → finītor,

fini- + -i- + -tor → *†finĭtor,

fini- + -trix → *finītrix,

fini- + -i- + -trix → *†finĭtrix;

ferre, “to bear,” stem fer-, roots FER and TLA, which yields

TLA + -tor → *tlator → lator,

fer- + -i- + -tor → *†feritor,

TLA + -trix → *tlatrix → *latrix,

fer- + -i- + -trix → *†feritrix;

flectere, “to bend,” stem flecte-, root FLEC, which yields

FLEC + -sor → *flecsor → *flexor,

flecte- + -i- + -tor → *†flectitor,

FLEC + -trix → *flectrix,

flecte- + -i- + -trix → *†flectitrix;

fluere, “to flow,” stem flue-, root FLUGV, which yields

FLUGV + -sor → *flugvsor → *flugsor → *fluxor,

flue- + -i- + -tor → *†fluitor,

FLUGV + -trix → *flugvtrix → *flugtrix → *fluctrix,

flue- + -i- + -trix → *†fluitrix;

frangere, “to break,” stem frange-, root FRAG, which yields

FRAG + -tor → *fragtor → fractor,

frange- + -i- + -tor → *†frangitor,

FRAG + -trix → *fragtrix → *fractrix,

frange- + -i- + -trix → *†frangitrix;

fugere, “to flee,” stem fuge-, FUG, which yields

fuge- + -i- + -tor → fugitor,

fuge- + -i- + -trix → *†fugitrix;

fulcire, “to support,” stem fulci-, root FULC, which yields

FULC + -tor → *fulctor → fultor,

fulci- + -i- + -tor → *†fulcitor,

FULC + -trix → *fulctrix → *fultrix,

FULC + -strix → *fulcstrix → *fulstrix,

fulci- + -i- + -trix → *†fulcitrix;

gerere, “to carry,” stem gere-, root GES, which yields

GES + -tor → gestor,

gere + -i- + -tor → *†geritor,

GES + -trix → *gestrix,

gere- + -i- + -trix → *†geritrix;

*gladiare, “to wield a sword,” stem gladia-, which yields

gladia- + -tor → gladiator,

gladia- + -trix → *gladiatrix;

impellere, “to impel,” stem impelle-, root IMPUL, which yields

IMPUL + -sor → impulsor,

impelle- + -i- + -tor → *†impellitor,

IMPUL + -trix → *impultrix,

IMPUL + -strix → impulstrix,

impelle- + -i- + -trix → *†impellitrix;

ire, “to go,” stem i-, roots EI and I, which yields

I + -tor → *itor,

I + -trix → *itrix;

iubere, “to order,” stem iube-, root IUD, which yields

IUD + -tor → *iudtor → *iussor,

iube- + -i- + -tor → *†iubitor,

IUD + -trix → *iudtrix → *iustrix,

iube- + -i- + -trix → *†iubitrix;

labi, “to slip,” stem labe-, root LAB, which yields

LAB + -sor → *labsor → *lapsor,

labe- + -i- + -tor → *†labitor,

LAB + -trix → *labtrix → *laptrix,

LAB + -strix → *labstrix → *lapstrix,

labe- + -i- + -trix → *†labitrix;

librare, “to hurl,” stem libra-, which yields

libra- + -tor → librator,

libra- + -i- + -tor → libritor,

libra- + -trix → *libratrix,

libra- + -i- + -trix → *†libritrix;

loqui, “to talk,” stem loque-, root LOQU, which yields

LOQU + -tor → *loqutor → locutor,

loque + -i- + -tor → *†loquitor,

LOQU + -trix → *loqutrix → *locutrix,

loque + -i- + -trix → *†loquitrix;

manere, “to remain,” stem mane-, root MAN, which yields

MAN + -sor → mansor,

mane- + -i- + -tor → *†manitor,

MAN + -trix → *mantrix,

MAN + -strix → *manstrix,

mane- + -i- + -trix → *†manitrix;

merere, “to merit,” stem mere-, root MER, which yields

mere- + -i- + -tor → *meritor,

mere- + -tor → *meretor,

mere- + -i- + -trix → *meritrix,

mere- + -trix → meretrix;

miscere, “to mix,” stem misce-, root MISC, which yields

MISC + -tor → *misctor → *micstor → *mixtor,

misce- + -i- + -tor → *†miscitor,

MISC + -trix → *misctrix → *micstrix → *mixtrix,

misce- + -i- + -trix → *†miscitrix;

monere, “to warn,” stem mone-, root MON, which yields

MON + -i- + -tor → monitor,

MON + -i- + -trix → *monitrix,

MON + -trix → *montrix,

MON + -strix → *monstrix;

mori, “to die,” stem more-, root MOR, which yields

MOR + -tor → *mortor,

more- + -i- + -tor → *†moritor,

MOR + -trix → *mortrix,

more- + -i- + -trix → *†moritrix;

movere, “to move,” stem move-, root MOV, which yields

MOV + -tor → *movtor → motor,

move- + -i- + -tor → *†movitor,

MOV + -trix → *movtrix → *motrix,

move- + -i- + -trix → *†movitrix;

mulcere, “to stroke,” stem mulce-, root MULC, which yields

MULC + -sor → *mulcsor → *mulsor,

MULC + -tor → *mulctor,

MULC + -tor → *mulctor → *multor,

mulce- + -i- + -tor → *†mulcitor,

MULC + -trix → *mulctrix → *multrix,

MULC + -trix → *mulctrix,

MULC + -strix → *mulcstrix → *mulstrix,

mulce- + -i- + -trix → *†mulcitrix;

mulgere, “to milk,” stem mulge-, root MULG, which yields

MULG + -sor → *mulgsor → *mulsor,

MULG + -tor → *mulgtor → *mulctor,

mulge- + -i- + -tor → *†mulgitor,

MULG + -trix → *mulgtrix → *multrix,

MULG + -trix → *mulgtrix → *mulctrix,

MULG + -strix → *mulgstrix → *mulstrix,

mulge- + -i- + -trix → *†mulgitrix;

noscere, “to get to know,” stem nosce-, root NO, which yields

NO + -tor → notor,

nosce- + -i- + -tor → *†noscitor,

NO + -trix → *notrix,

nosce- + -i- + -trix → *†noscitrix;

obstare, “to stand before,” stem obsta-, root OBSTA, which yields

OBSTA + -tor → *obstator,

OBSTA + -tor → *obstator → *obstetor,

OBSTA + -trix → *obstatrix,

OBSTA + -trix → *obstatrix → obstetrix;

pavere, “to be struck with fear,” stem pave-, root PAV, which yields

pave- + -i- + -tor → *†pavitor,

pave- + -i- + -trix → *†pavitrix;

pellere, “to push,” stem pelle-, root PUL, which yields

PUL + -sor → *pulsor,

pelle- + -i- + -tor → *†pellitor,

PUL + -trix → *pultrix,

PUL + -strix → *pulstrix,

pelle- + -i- + -trix → *†pellitrix;

percellere, “to beat down,” stem percelle-, root PERCUL, which yields

PERCUL + -sor → *perculsor,

percelle- + -i- + -tor → *†percellitor,

PERCUL + -trix → *percultrix,

PERCUL + -strix → *perculstrix,

percelle- + -i- + -trix → *†percellitrix;

petere, “to seek,” stem pete-, root PET, which yields

PET + -i- + -tor → petītor,

pete- + -i- + -tor → *†petĭtor,

PET + -i- + -trix → petītrix,

pete- + -i- + -trix → *†petĭtrix;

pinsere, “to bruise,” stem pinse-, root PIS, which yields

PIS + -tor → pistor,

PIS + -n- + -tor → *pinstor → *pinssor → pinsor,

PIS + -n- + -i- + -tor → *pinsitor,

PIS + -trix → *pistrix,

PIS + -n- + -trix → *pinstrix,

PIS + -n- + -i- + -trix → *pinsitrix;

posse, “to be able,” stem poss-/potes-/pote-, root POTES, which yields

pote- + -i- + -tor → *†potitor,

pote- + -i- + -trix → *†potitrix;

potare, “to drink,” stem pota-, root PO, which yields

pota- + -tor → potator,

PO + -tor → potor,

pota- + -i- + -tor → *†potitor,

pota- + -trix → *potatrix,

PO + -trix → potrix,

pota- + -i- + -trix → *†potitrix;

praestare, “to give,” stem praesta-, root PRAESTA, which yields

PRAESTA + -tor → *praestator → praestitor,

PRAESTA + -trix → *praestatrix → *praestitrix;

premere, “to press,” stem preme-, root PRES, which yields

PRES + -sor → pressor,

preme- + -i- + -tor → *†premitor,

PRES + -trix → *prestrix,

preme- + -i- + -trix → *†premitrix;

radere, “to shave,” stem rade-, root RAD, which yields

RAD + -tor → *radtor → *rassor → rasor,

rade- + -i- + -tor → *†raditor,

RAD + -trix → *radtrix → *rastrix,

rade- + -i- + -trix → *†raditrix;

scire, “to know,” stem sci-, root SCI, which yields

sci- + -tor → *scītor,

sci- + -i- + -tor → *scīĭtor → *scĭĭtor → *†scĭtor,

sci- -trix → *scītrix,

sci- + -trix → *scīĭtrix → *scĭĭtrix → *†scĭtrix;

scribere, “to write,” stem scribe-, root SCRIB, which yields

SCRIB + -tor → *scribtor → scriptor,

scribe- + -i- + -tor → *†scribitor,

SCRIB + -trix → *scribtrix → *scriptrix,

scribe- + -i- + -trix → *†scribitrix;

sequi, “to follow,” stem seque-, root SEQU, which yields

SEQU + -tor → *sequtor → secutor,

seque- + -i- + -tor → *†sequitor,

SEQU + -trix → *sequtrix → secutrix,

seque- + -i- + -trix → *†sequitrix;

solvere, “to loosen,” stem solve-, root SOLV, which yields

SOLV + -tor → *solvtor → solutor,

solve- + -i- + -tor → *†solvitor,

SOLV + -trix → *solvtrix → solutrix,

solve- + -i- + -trix → *†solvitrix;

spargere, “to scatter,” stem sparge-, root SPARG, which yields

SPARG + -sor → *spargsor → *sparsor,

sparge- + -i- + -tor → *†spargitor,

SPARG + -trix → *spargtrix → *spartrix,

SPARG + -strix → *spargstrix → *sparstrix,

sparge- + -i- + -trix → *†spargitrix;

statuere, “to set up,” stem statue-, root STATU, which yields

STATU + -tor → *statutor,

statue- + -i- + -tor → *†statuitor,

STATU + -trix → *statutrix,

statue- + -i- + -trix → *†statuitrix;

sternere, “to spread,” stem sterne-, root STER, which yields

STER + -tor → *stertor → strator,

sterne- + -i- + -tor → *†sternitor,

STER + -trix → *stertrix → *stratrix,

sterne- + -i- + -trix → *†sternitrix;

struere, “to build,” stem strue-, root STRUGV, which yields

STRUGV + -tor → *strugvtor → *strugtor → structor,

strue- + -i- + -tor → *†struitor,

STRUGV + -trix → *strugvtrix → *strugtrix → *structrix,

strue- + -i- + -trix→ *†struitrix;

suere, “to sew,” stem sue-, root SU, which yields

SU + -tor → sutor,

sue- + -i- + -tor → *†suitor,

SU + -trix → sutrix,

sue- + -i- + -trix → *†suitrix;

torquere, “to twist,” stem torque-, root TORCU, which yields

TORCU + -tor → *torcutor → tortor,

torque- + -i- + -tor → *†torquitor,

TORCU + -trix → *torcutrix → *tortrix,

torque- + -i- + -trix → *†torquitrix;

trahere, “to drag,” stem trahe-, root TRAGH, which yields

TRAGH + -tor → *traghtor → *tragtor → *tractor,

trahe- + -i- + -tor → *†trahitor,

TRAGH + -trix → *traghtrix → *tragtrix → *tractrix,

trahe- + -i- + -trix → *†trahitrix;

tribuere, “to allot,” stem tribue-, root TRIBU, which yields

TRIBU + -tor → tributor,

tribue- + -i- + -tor → *†tribuitor,

TRIBU + -trix → *tributrix,

tribue- + -i- + -trix → *†tribuitrix;

unguere, “to anoint,” stem ungue-, root UNGV, which yields

UNGV + -tor → *ungutor → *ungtor → unctor,

ungue- + -i- + -tor → *†unguitor,

UNGV + -trix → *ungutrix → *ungtrix → *unctrix,

ungue- + -i- + -trix → *†unguitrix;

urere, “to burn,” stem ure-, root US, which yields

US + -tor → ustor,

ure- + -i- + -tor → *†uritor,

US + -trix → *ustrix,

ure- + -i- + -trix → *†uritrix;

vehere, “to carry,” stem vehe-, root VEGH, which yields

VEGH + -tor → *veghtor → *vegtor → vector,

vehe- + -i- + -tor → *†vehitor,

VEGH + -trix → *veghtrix → *vegtrix → vectrix,

vehe- + -i- + -trix → *†vehitrix;

velle, “to want,” stem vol-/vel-, root VOL, which yields

VOL + -i- + -tor → *†volitor,

VOL + -i- + -trix → *†volitrix;

vellere, “to pull,” stem velle-, root VUL, which yields

VUL + -sor → *vulsor,

velle- + -i- + -tor → *†vellitor,

VUL + -trix → *vultrix,

VUL + -strix → *vulstrix,

velle- + -i- + -trix → *†vellitrix;

viare, “to travel,” stem via-, which yields

via- + -tor → viator,

via - + -trix → viatrix;

videre, “to see,” stem vide-, root VID, which yields

VID + -tor → *vidtor → *vissor → visor,

vide- + -i- + -tor → *†viditor,

VID + -trix → *vidtrix → *vistrix,

vide- + -i- + -trix → *†viditrix;

vincere, “to conquer,” stem vince-, root VIC, which yields

VIC + -tor → victor,

vince- + -i- + -tor → *†vincitor,

VIC + -trix → victrix,

vince- + -i- + -trix → *†vincitrix;

volvere, “to roll,” stem volve-, root VOLV, which yields

VOLV + -tor → *volvtor → *volutor,

volve- + -i- + -tor → *†volvitor,

VOLV + -trix → *volvtrix → *volutrix,

volve- + -i- + -trix → *†volvitrix.

By using the “add -tor and -trix to verb stems and roots” idea that I explained, and by having a good idea of how such verb forms were created, the reader can create agent nouns from practically any other Latin verb.

6. Sources

A Latin Grammar, George M. Lane;

A Manual of Latin Word Formation, Paul Rockwell Jenks;

Gildersleeve’s Latin Grammar, B. L. Gildersleeve and G. Lodge;

Latin Suffixal Derivatives in English, D. Gary Miller;

Latin Suffixes, John Tahourdin White;

New Latin Grammar, Allen and Greenough;

Outline of the Historical and Comparative Grammar of Latin, Michael Weiss;

The Morphome Debate, Ana Luís and Ricardo Bermúdez-Otero;

“The Suffix -tor-: Agent-Noun Formation in Latin and the Other Italic Languages,” Margaret M. T. Watmough.

     - Ian Andreas “Diaphanus” Miller

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[inquisitor-kydon]

Dragon Slaying

--Dorian Pavus/ Kydon Lavellan/ Cullen Rutherford--

"Help for the mage please!" Dorian yelped as the dragonling before him snapped its jaws, biting down on the metal end of his staff.

"Someone help Dorian!" Kydon called, to which Cassandra made her way to the struggling mage.

"Boss, look out!" The Iron Bull yelled from behind the large dragon. Kydon turned just as the dragon spit a ball of ice. The elf was thrown back, tumbling down the side of the hill and rolling to a stop.

"The inquisitor is down!" Cassandra yelled.

With a final swing of his axe, Bull cut into the dragon's throat. It screamed, then gurgled as blood sprayed from it's neck. It then flopped down lifeless on the ground. The last two hours of fighting finally lead to victory.

Dorian was the first down the hillside, almost sliding in the mud and snow. He stumbled to his knees beside the trembling figure. He carefully rolled Kydon over onto his back.

Kydon's robes were soaked with blood, and half frozen to his pinkened skin. Dorian tried to ignore the raw look of agony on Kydon's face.

"My healing magic is not strong enough for this. I can seal it, but only a little." Dorian frowned, placing his hands on the thin elf. He let the green glow pool into Kydon's skin.

"We need to get him back to skyhold. I will get Leliana's scouts to send word ahead to prepare."

"You'll be alright, Amatus." Dorian whispered, "You'll be fine."

◇◇◇◇

Cullen ran to the gates as soon as they opened for the small caravan. The wagon stopped in the courtyard and two scouts opened the back. The party of three poured out, and Bull turned back to grab the shaking elf.

"To his quarters." Leliana pointed to the steps, "They'll have proper healers in there."

All of Skyhold seemed to follow as they brought the inquisitor up the stairs.

"Dorian-" Cullen grabbed the Altus' arm, "-what happened?"

Dorian sighed, "We were fighting a dragon. He promised Bull we would try to take down the one in du Lion." His lip quivered, "Kydon stepped out from the shield we had set up. He was hit."

Cullen swallowed the bile trying to rise in his throat. Healer mages finally stepped from the inquisitor's quarters, looking at them solemnly.

"Please tell me he's alright." Cassandra pleaded.

"He is stable." A young woman frowned, "but the healing will take a week at least. The ice was deep in his skin, we had to melt some of it. Bed rest and warmth should help his body recover."

"Thank you." Cullen brought his fist to his chest. The healers mimicked the motion and departed.

Cullen and Dorian were the first two allowed inside. Kydon laid on the bed, silk sheets draped over his thin frame. His breathing was slow, slightly pained but trying to remain steady.

"Amatus?" Dorian whispered, moving closer.

Kydon carefully opened an eye, a smile blooming on his tired face, "Dorian. Cullen. You came."

"Of course we would!" Cullen kneeled beside the bed, taking Kydon's hand into his own, "how do you feel?"

"Like I was stepped on by a dragon." The elf muttered.

"More like hit by an ice ball, but close enough." Dorian chuckled.

Kydon cracked a smile, "I love you both so much."

Cullen and Dorian looked at eachother, then back to the injured elf, "Did they give you some sort of tonic?"

Kydon nodded slowly, "something to help with the pain i guess."

"That would explain the bluntness." Dorian laughed.

Kydon's smile only widened, "I love your laugh, Dorian." His smile dropped, "For a moment I wondered if I would ever hear it again."

"Amatus-"

"I've seen my life flash before my eyes so many times. I always wonder when will be the last time I get to see you." His lip quivered as he closed his eyes tightly, "I just wonder if every argument will be the last time I talk to you."

"That's why you always try to solve things so fast?" Cullen frowned.

Kydon nodded, "I'm just scared I'll leave you with a bad memory. Leave you thinking I hate you or something."

"Amatus, we know you do not hate us." Dorian gently brushed hair from Kydon's face, "a few arguments are not going to ruin you in our eyes."

Cullen lifted Kydon's hand, bringing it to his lips and planting a gentle kiss. Dorian leaned down and placed a kiss on the elf's head.

"Now move over, I am just as tired as you." Dorian chuckled, slipping his boots off and moving into bed with Kydon. Cullen blushed softly, snuffing out the lantern beside the bed and casting the room in moonlight alone. He moved to the other side of Kydon, gently placing a hand on the mage's bandaged side. Kydon could not hold in his happy sigh.

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[fancytrinkets]

Reunion (past Dorian/Rilienus)

scene from Minrathous, Dorian POV fic about his pre-Trespasser visit home

In Dorian’s lap is a very old manuscript, bound together with other documents to form the substance of a book called Philosophies, Miscellaneous and Sundry. It's the sort of rare, unique item that an altus can't acquire without searching for it in private libraries, provided he's got the connections to make that happen. And, as it turns out, Dorian does still have some connections. He hasn't burned every bridge behind him. And of the bridges he did burn — some of them rather spectacularly — a few have been miraculously rebuilt, thanks to his close association with the Inquisition and the power it wields.

The manuscript itself is called A Treatise on the Topic of Slavery and the Moral Imperative of the Banishment Thereof. So, yes. He's here for a month with no Lord Inquisitor Trevelyan around to keep him delightfully occupied in the ars erotica, and instead he's been diving into some fun, light reading.

That's a joke, of course — his own delightfully sardonic sense of humor, at it again. It's dense and terribly boring reading, in fact, but it's necessary. He intends to school himself in the history of Tevinter's several failed anti-slavery movements — the records of which are now mostly lost and destroyed. But it's possible to find a few writings here and there if you're diligent. And Dorian has been diligent. He knows he'll be wise to learn the history if he wants to avoid the mistakes of the past and start an abolition movement that can actually succeed. And that is what he wants. Real change around here. Not more of the same. If he has to start agitating for change from afar — while remaining comfortably ensconced in the south at Trevelyan's side — then that's precisely what he'll do.

This particular volume came to him by way of Rilienus — well, Rilienus' wife, actually. Because he has one of those now, and she's lovely — a clever, forthright woman, who above all else wants a pleasing life for herself and her husband — which means they've been supportive friends to each other, all the while taking lovers of the gender they each prefer. To assuage the rest of their elite social circle, she's been fabricating all sorts of medical excuses for why she hasn't yet fallen pregnant.

"The healers aren't sure what's wrong with me. But we still have hope."

That's how she put it last week, when she and Rilienus ushered him into the beautiful library that used to belong to her parents. She sounded every bit the contrite, beleaguered wife, but she exchanged a knowing smile with her husband, and it was abundantly clear that they'd never touched each other — not in any way that would disgust them both. Good for them, of course — defying a marriage consummation that neither of them wanted — and yet it worried Dorian to hear it.

"Dangerous gambit, if you're caught."

"We couldn't all leave Tevinter to find safety in the south," Rilienus said, looking wistful for a moment, then hiding it away again. "Speaking of which, what's he like, this Inquisitor of yours?"

"Heard the rumors, have you?"

"Just a few," Rilienus said, but then he grinned, bold and wolfish, suggesting that yes, in fact, he'd heard quite a lot of them.

And Dorian knew just the sort of answer he was looking for.

"He's a southern mage, so you know what that means — woefully under-educated in advanced theoretical magic. Spectacular with battlemagic, though, I'll give him that. And he spent many years enjoying the company of men in his Circle of Magi — a permissive one, I'm told, for the south. So he knows what he's doing in the bedroom, at least."

"Good for you, then."

"Yes," Dorian said, "it's been very good for both of us."

That was all Rilienus wanted — the answer to the politely-left-unspoken question 'how's the sex?' And Dorian didn't mind telling him enough to satisfy that base curiosity. The rest of it, he kept to himself. It would serve no purpose — except a hurtful one — if he were to talk about the depth of his feelings for Trevelyan — the respect and regard between them, the love and affection. Not to mention Dorian's easy use of that treasured word, 'amatus,' which no altus living in Tevinter would ever dare to speak the way he speaks it: lovingly, one man to another.

As the hour grew late and his wife retired with her lady friend, Rilienus made it clear he wasn't expecting any visitors of his own.

"Can I tempt you to stay the night?"

"No," Dorian said, without giving it a second thought. "Not anymore. But thank you for the offer."

And for the second time that evening, Rilienus looked wistful, though he banished it promptly with a friendly smile.

"Well, you're always welcome to call on me. And so is your Trevelyan if ever he's here with you. I'd love to meet him."

"Yes." Dorian chuckled. "I bet you would."

Before opening the door to go, he turned and reached out to clasp Rilienus' hand, squeezing it once and then letting go.

"Look out for yourself, please," he said. "I don't have enough old friends that I can afford to lose any."

And then he left, taking only the book with him and returning all alone to his fancy rented townhouse, easily paid for by the Inquisition's coffers.

#dorian pavus #rilienus #dragon age inquisition fanfic #my writing #a scene i really like

[faerieavalon]

Absolutely beautiful soft moment between Mahanon and Dorian as captured by @anka-skier​​. Much as he loves to tease and challenge the Altus at every opportunity, Mahanon wouldn’t know what to do without him. Here’s a special moment from Chapter 51 of Sule Tael Tasalal to help illustrate that. 

Dorian followed him all the way back to the secret study without saying a word. The silence felt heavy but only for his own fumbling. His hand pulsed and throbbed. He couldn’t help but shake it out a few times, to no avail. It was the last thing he needed right now and the most insistent. Pulling a bottle of wine from the rack at random, he hunted for the opener among the scattering of books and papers. Damned thing had to be somewhere. He knew he had it last there.

“Give me that.”

Mahanon scowled and had a bitter retort on the tip of his tongue when he turned to face his lover. He stopped when he saw his face. There was no judgement in his tone, nor any in his eyes. If anything, Dorian was softly smiling. It was a kindness, not a happy one. This mess wasn’t his fault and he knew exactly what Mahanon was going to say before the words left his lips. So he didn’t. Instead he sighed, faintly ashamed for nearly causing a fight.

“Okay.”

He handed the bottle over and slid into the large chair. While Dorian opened the bottle and found their glasses, he rubbed at his palm. Pushing his thumb against the bright split in his skin did absolutely nothing for the pain but it made him feel like he was trying. He could barely feel the pressure at all. As if the glow climbing up his wrist didn’t make it bad enough.

“Here.”

He took the offered glass, laying his fingers over Dorian’s as they made the exchange. It was worth the twitch of a real smile at the corner of his lips. The wine was heady and flavorful across his tongue. He rolled it around in his mouth for a moment, savoring the layers of smoke and spice within the dry red before swallowing.

“Where do you want to start, amatus? Because if you think I’m going to let you just wallow in this, whatever this is, you’re wrong.” His voice cracked at the edges. “Talk to me.”

There was no way he would keep this to himself. Not when Dorian was reaching out for him like that. He set the glass down and took one of Dorian’s hands into both of his, tracing a thumb over each of his knuckles slowly. Unsure of where to begin, he decided to go with everything.

“I met Mythal. Turns out Morrigan is her daughter and she’s kind of a bitch. She’s human, thinks I'm doing my People proud, controls the geas from the Well, and if that wasn't enough, she still holds a compulsion over Ara’lan. She,” he paused to cringe, still able to smell the burning flesh and see the pain in his ha'hren's eyes. “Took her. Since Abelas is sworn to serve Mythal and is Ara’lan’s ex, Felassan was trying to kill him. All their magic was tearing apart the Veil and since no one wants demons, I was trying to keep that from happening. But they were doing something that made my magic misbehave, draining it from everything around them probably, so I had to use the Mark. And it hates that so it’s acting up again. I’ll need to have Solas take a look at it but I don’t want to ask him for anything right now, as you might imagine.”

His words all kind of ran together and by the end he was grumbling like a child, but it felt better to let it out. Finding answers would come later. All he needed was someone to understand or at least listen. Dorian was always good at that even if he wouldn’t admit it. His eyes grew wider the longer Mahanon spoke. At the end of the ramble he blinked and shook his head.

“Well,” Dorian finally said with a light chuckle. “You weren’t kidding.”

Mahanon found that he can laugh and it feels good. He pulled his lover’s hand to his lips, leaving a warm kiss just behind his knuckles. He hummed softly, accepting the declaration. Finally the magic in his hand seemed to be leveling out. The light in his palm flickered and faded back to almost normal.

“That leaves us with an important decision to make then.”

He looked up, curious to find a growing smile on his lips. “Oh? And what is that?”

“Do you want to fix it or forget it? I know which I think you need but the choice is always yours.” 

Oh. Rising to his feet, he closed the short distance between them, and wrapped his arms around Dorian’s waist. “Are you suggesting I neglect my sworn duties to the Inquisition and the people of Thedas for a night of self-care? What sort of advisor are you?”

Dorian laughed and leaned into his embrace until he was just a breath away from a kiss. The victory in his eyes was worth any teasing he might get later.

“The best kind, naturally.”

“That you are, vhenan.”

When their lips met it was a balm to his heart. Nothing grounded him more than being seen, being loved, being known as Mahanon, the elf who just wanted to do something good in the world. Leave a mark that would last. He didn’t have to be the Inquisitor in Dorian’s arms. He could just be a fool in love.

#dragon age #da art #art rec #mahanon #pavellan #dorian x lavellan #this is so sweet #thank you so much

[lord-woolsley]

Stumbling Steps

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition (Dorian Pavus/Cullen Rutherford) Chapters: 1/1 (3105 words) Rating: Teen And Up Summary: Surrounded by at least 12 nobles Cullen had felt quite uncomfortable since they had arrived at the Winter Palace but with the evening progressing and the alcohol flowing his “suitors“ had become bolder. Cullen is in distress, Dorian saves the day. Rant: If you like it, please leave some love on ao3. ♡ Ao3: Link

Stumbling Steps

“Smile, Commander, you’re so handsome when you smile.“ “He’s just as handsome when he doesn’t.“

Cullen asked himself if the Maker intended to punish him for something. Maybe for leaving the Order, standing against the Chantry‘s will by supporting the Inquisition or more likely for the disaster that had happened in Kirkwall. That must have been it. The Maker probably blamed him for not seeing through Meredith’s grand scheme earlier or maybe he had done something wrong during his time at the Circle Tower in Ferelden and couldn’t remember anymore. Most of it was a blur anyway.

He had been the Templar recruit who had fled from the Hero of Ferelden after all because she – he still blushed thinking about it - had flirted with him. This here is what happens to guys that run away instead of facing their problems, he thought to himself.

He sometimes should have shown more initiative, he was aware of that. Blindly following orders had been his weakness in the past, one he was happy he had overcome.

Cullen didn’t know for which of these shortcomings he was punished here exactly but he had obviously done something very very wrong to deserve this.

Surrounded by at least 12 nobles he had felt quite uncomfortable since they had arrived at the Winter Palace but with the evening progressing and the alcohol flowing his “suitors“ had become bolder. Cullen was pretty sure someone had squeezed his butt just now.

“Did you grab...my bottom?“, he asked, his face flushed red but his voice angry. “I couldn’t help myself.“, the lady exclaimed, she sounded like she thought she was entitled to do to him whatever she desired. Nobles. He wanted to retch.

The woman didn’t seem to notice it or she just didn’t care. Cullen frowned and feared it was the latter because she was already holding out a hand again, trying to touch the scar on his lip. Cullen used his Templar training and dodged. He was being attacked here after all, not with weapons but with something far worse.

“Are you married, Commander?“ “Not yet... but I‘m already taken.“ It was a blatant lie but he had hoped some of them would show at least some respect considering the prospect of him being in a relationship. "Still single, then.“ Or not.

Why would he even think these people cared about someone being taken, had they harassed him the whole evening without any consent from his side, the opposite even. He doubted even a ring on his finger could have stopped or avoided this.

Cullen wanted to escape the Ballroom, run away and leave Halamshiral for good, doing exactly what he had done to the Hero of Ferelden all those years ago. He wanted to be a coward again. Corypheus, the Breach and the assassination attempt on Celene’s life be damned.

“You must dance with me, Commander, you cannot stand about all evening.“ “I‘m afraid not, thank you.“

This was definitely the woman who had grabbed his butt a few second ago. He would rather dance with an archdemon in Haven’s ruins with Solas watching and commenting on his bad posture instead of staying here for one minute longer. But he had to be polite and couldn’t risk to snap, Josephine‘s disappointment would be unbearable if he endangered their plan just because some nobles couldn’t keep it in their pants. Their cause was greater than this and he was the Commander of the Inquisition after all, he wouldn’t bow to some royals behaving abysmal.

The worst disappointment of the evening so far had been that the Inquisitor had witnessed some of the harassing and didn’t do or say anything about it. She had seen mostly the flirting, Cullen supposed. He was pretty sure Herah would have stepped in if she had witnessed someone touching him without his consent. But she hadn’t seen the extent of their actions and probably thought he was the victim of some annoying courting and bickering. No harm in that.

She had given him an apologetic look - pitiful even - and suggested he should talk to Josephine about it or Leliana if he wanted one of them assassinated. Leliana‘s methods were unconventional at least but the thought of an arrow through that horrible woman’s face was lightening his mood. Or maybe Josie could spread a handful of filthy rumors and destroy some reputations.

If he only knew where Lady Montilyet or Leliana were lingering tonight or if these suitors would let him go to search for one of them.

They had zeroed in on him and he couldn’t find the smallest gap to slip through, he was literally glued to the spot. He was being held captive by - it was embarrassing - a flock of noble ladies and their petticoats and even some gentlemen who were at least a bit more discreet, probably because they didn’t want to ruin their reputations.

He was their prey, a piece of meat, and they were hungry wolves that hadn‘t been fed for months, so it seemed.

Cullen was gazing at Herah who would soon leave him here to die - he wished for the sweet release of death at this point - Sera now seemingly glued to her side, chuckling and grinning like an idiot. Nothing unusual about that.

Inquisitor Adaar was red-faced and he was pretty sure Sera had just said something really dirty to her. About an empty broom closet and peaches and breeches. It even rhymed awfully. That must have been Seras attempt at seduction if he wasn’t mistaken completely. Not that he, by any means, was better at creating romantic phrases or paying compliments if they weren’t about the weather. She was definitely more forward than he would ever be.

His thoughts must have jinxed it because in that exact moment Sera started to make loud smooching noises. Cullen wasn’t sure if she intended to mock him or if she wanted to encourage Inquisitor Adaar for whatever awaited her in that broom closet.

Both women left his side eventually, fleeing from strangers approaching them, mostly nobles that thought it would be advantageous to be seen with the Herald of Andraste. He could understand it to an extent. Herah had it hard enough already, most nobles at Halamshiral didn’t treat a Qunari kindly. She deserved to get away from all this for a while.

Cullen could only guess what Sera and Herah were up to after Sera’s remark. The thought made him blush. At least the Inquisitor was having fun while he was suffering. He would rather have all the side effects of his Lyrium withdrawal all at once instead of being touched by strangers without manners.

He longingly stared after them, seeing Sera’s blonde hair disappear in the crowd. He was on his own now.

Cullen wished he could pay an empty broom closet a visit as well until the event was over. Sweet solitude.

"Commander, that woman you‘re in a relationship with, does she really exist?“, another lady asked and he knew he would start to blush and stutter any second in search for an excuse or an inscrutable lie.

But for the first time this evening he was lucky. When he saw Dorian stumbling to the buffet, alone, unoccupied and an empty wine glass in hand he saw his chance.

“Dorian, sweetheart, I‘m here.“ He waved at the mage and really hoped Dorian was either drunk enough not to notice his weird behavior or quick enough to catch up on the situation Cullen was currently trapped in.

The Tevinter shot him a confused look but came closer nevertheless.

“Here he is, my date, the person I told you about, the man I’m in a relationship with.“, Cullen stuttered, pointing at Dorian who was clearly trying to make sense of the situation.

“Ah, my Commander, I thought I had lost you.“ Thank the Maker Dorian was playing along. He was undoubtedly a smart man.

“Cullen, you can’t be serious?“, one of the ladies screeched in his ear, a painful noise leaving it ringing for multiple seconds. Leliana‘s ravens could learn a lot from this woman‘s high-pitched exclamation.

“Isn’t this the evil Tevinter Magister everyone was gossiping about the whole night? I know he’s with the Inquisition but we were warned about him, everyone said he should be avoided at all costs. He‘s no suitable company for someone as handsome and heroic as you.“

Hearing the word Magister Dorian rolled his eyes but he didn’t comment on it. Cullen could feel him correcting the term to „Altus“ in his head, followed by "Southerners, can’t recognize the difference between a dog and a cat.“

“That is for me to decide.“, Cullen said. "I‘m glad, Commander, otherwise this relationship would be rather one-sided, wouldn’t it be?“ Dorian was offering Cullen his arm to desperately cling to which to his own shame Cullen did.

“Amatus, you promised me a dance. I couldn’t find you until now but I‘m here to take you up on it.“ “Of course, love.“ Cullen was clearing his throat and was trying to shoot Dorian what he thought was an affectionate gaze.

One of the ladies actually had the indecency to grasp after Dorian‘s arm and was trying to shove him away from Cullen.

“I really wouldn’t do this if I were you.“, the mage said, voice sharp. "There‘s a clear lack of blood magic tonight for my taste. You wouldn’t want to witness some, would you? A real taste of a Tevinter party. I could arrange that.“

Cullen was always surprised how eloquent Dorian was and how he always found a way out of the most horrible situations. Using his status as the evil Tevinter mage everyone was making him out to be was risky but it definitely seemed to work in this case.

The woman - and many others of his suitors - looked shocked and were hiding their disapproval with throwing their hands to their faces to cover their eyes. Like this childish gesture could make Dorian vanish and disappear from the spot if they pressed their eyes shut hard enough.

“Scandalous.“, two were whispering to each other. “What a waste. A man like the Commander..., I didn’t know he shared certain quirks with the empress.“ “I wouldn’t let her hear you.“, Dorian said. "Or should I tell her myself?“ "She wouldn’t believe you, you‘re from Tevinter." "You really wanna try me? I can be pretty persuasive.", Dorian asked, his words a warning.

The lady was silent for a moment before she bowed her head, slowly shaking it.

“Of course not, I apologize.“, the woman said, clearly not meaning it. She was faking a smile which distorted her face into an ugly grimace behind her mask.

“As if these quirks are the only problem here, the evil Magister has clearly enchanted him.“, one of the gentleman said.

“With my charms and wits maybe. Or my handsome face.“, Dorian said smugly. “All assets you people are visibly lacking. And now if you would be so kind to excuse us, the Commander owes me a dance.“ “That I do.“ Cullen would grant Dorian all the dances in the world for saving him.

With their arms locked they left the Ballroom in search of a quiet spot for Cullen to recover. They were in luck, one of the balconies was empty and even had some free benches to rest on.

“What just happened?“, Dorian asked. „Apart from the obvious, of course.“ “I apologize for using you as my escape plan, Dorian, I am deeply sorry.“ “No, no, it‘s fine. Their behavior, horrible that. Reminds me of home. I wouldn’t even wish this on my father or the Venatori. Maybe on Corypheus though. He wouldn’t be able to destroy the world. Those ladies would never let him go. They would tear him to pieces with their prying gazes. Oh, Corypheus, you owe me a dance." Dorian was spinning his empty wine glass in his hand while speaking.

"Oh, I didn’t even let you get a new drink.“, Cullen said, trying to apologize. Again. ”That was obviously why you came inside, wasn’t it? And now you left empty-handed." "I wouldn’t exactly call this empty-handed. I‘ve got quite a handful." Dorian gestured to their linked arms, an amused grin spreading on his lips.

"Well, I had enough to drink for the evening anyway. I’m feeling a bit tipsy already.“, Dorian started "But let’s not change the subject over something so unimportant as an empty glass of wine - as good as the Orlesian stuff might be. I‘m just gonna get the whole bottle later." Dorian placed his empty glass on one of the benches.

"So, Commander, do tell. Why me? Wasn’t there someone else the Commander of the Inquisition could have faked an romantic involvement with? I‘m pretty sure the Lady Seeker was around somewhere." "... Nevermind, when I think about it now, she would have probably chopped your head off for the idea alone. I was the safer bet, no head chopping here. Even though: you’re aware this is enough for a scandal? You won’t be able to save yourself from the rumors. The evil Tevinter Magister", Dorian mentioned the wrong title with his typical annoyance "... and a man on top of that. We will be the talk of the evening, not even an assassination attempt can change that. In my experience Orlesians are that close-minded."

Cullen hadn’t thought of that, clearly. He had just wanted to get away from these people as far and as quick as possible, not taking the consequences into consideration. He needed to make this right at some point but this wasn’t the time for it neither could he do something about it while being trapped in the Winter Palace. This was Josephine’s strength, not his.

Cullen felt guilty for making Dorian an even bigger victim of Orlesian gossip even though he himself didn’t care too much about their insults if they only kept their physical distance. But maybe Dorian felt different about this.

“I‘m not ashamed of being seen with you, Dorian.“ Cullen said after a long moment of silence. He actually meant it.

“Oh, Commander, you do surprise me.“, Dorian said, faint smile spreading on his face. “It‘s nice having some company after all. You could think I smell of cabbages with everyone trying to stay as far away from me as possible. I was already at my seventh glass of wine when you saw me heading inside. I needed to keep myself entertained somehow. I was feeling rather lonely and a bit drunk now as well to be fair.“ “I‘m still glad you‘re here, Dorian. Can I make it up to you somehow? As a little thank you for saving me. Maybe even with the dance I promised to you earlier. I have to warn you though I‘m a terrible dancer. But one who keeps his word.“ “Are you sure? Dancing with the evil Magister, in full view of every noble in Orlais. How shocking.“ “They‘ll live.“, Cullen said.

He was surprised by his own confidence regarding the gossip. But that was the point, wasn’t it? It was nothing like idle hearsay after all and it wouldn’t bear any real problem for any of them. Especially not if they would manage to save the empress at the end of night. Orlais would be in debt to the Inquisition and only positive word of their members would spread.

“You say that now. If you can find me ten silk scarves, I‘ve got a dance that will really shock them.“ “I-", Cullen started “don’t know what to say to that. I just hope you‘re a better dancer than I am. In dances that don’t involve silk scarves that is.“

A red color was spreading from his cheeks to his throat while he was trying to get that picture of Dorian doing some erotic Tevinter dance out of his head. Without much success, he had to admit. Who would even say a thing like that? Dorian Pavus obviously.

"Oh, I am indeed.“, Dorian said, he didn’t seem to notice how flustered the Commander was at his words. Which was great, Cullen thought. It left him with the last pieces of his dignity still intact.

"Picture me a boy of 15, being forced by his mother to dance with every suitable lady in the room. You learn some things even if you don’t want to. But you see, it‘s of use now. Mother certainly wouldn’t approve of it now, as you can imagine. But enough talk. Let‘s dance.“

Dorian was bowing and offering his hand to Cullen. Every lady would have been envious of the perfection and grace with which Dorian executed that gesture. If it wouldn’t have been the evil Tevinter asking for a dance of course and some noble gentleman instead.

Cullen was certainly blushing because of Dorian’s performance but he took the mages hand in his own anyway and was instantly pulled into Dorian‘s grip whose fingers were placed on Cullen’s waist immediately.

“Is this okay for you, Commander? If this is too much physical contact after what you‘ve just been through, I understand. We can postpone our little dance or leave it be if that‘s more to your liking.“ “I’m good. You decide, Dorian.“

The mage shook his head and made some “Tsk, tsk.“ noises but started with slow and practiced steps even Cullen could follow.

“Thank Godness one of us has a little initiative.“, Dorian chuckled.

Cullen didn’t know if the nobility was actually watching them from inside the Ballroom but he didn’t lie, he couldn’t care less about it. He owed Dorian that dance and it was most definitely more pleasant than being trapped by harassing strangers, noble or not. He actually quite enjoyed himself after the horror of the last hours. A moment of peace with someone he liked.

“After our beautiful dance I’m actually quite sad you‘re not interested in men at all. A shame, that.“ “Yes, a shame.“, Cullen agreed without even thinking about it.

•

Suddenly one of the bushes next to the railing of the balcony Dorian and Cullen were dancing on started to chuckle and when both men followed the noise with their gazes to uncover its origin, they looked straight into the amused faces of Sera and the Inquisitor. Both women were trying to hide behind its leafs while failing miserably. Sera‘s laughter wasn’t exactly subtle either.

“So much for an empty broom closet.“, Cullen stated. Sera was grinning at him. “No, this is so much better." The Inquisitor nodded. “And here I was thinking our dear Commander would be the knight in shining armor tonight. How wrong I was."

#Cullrian #fanfiction #Dorian Pavus x Cullen Rutherford #Dorian Pavus #Cullen Rutherford #dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age #da #dragon age fanfiction #writing #my writing #my stuff #ao3 #oneshot

[notyetfixed-a]

i’ve never loved anyone else. - Dorian/Seraphim

“Truly?” There was a bit of surprise over the Altus’ features as he looks up from the tome he had been reading across the way from his partner. “I’m sure that you loved someone at some point. It may have been a yearning or even childish love, but surely I cannot be your first.” Was that even possible? Dorian had loved many people in his life; a few partners who he told he would never get attached to but failed miserably at, and a few friends he loved dearly.

“I will admit that you are not my first love; but I have loved you with my whole being. You take up every thought in my mind. I want nothing but to hold you and make sure that you are safe from every possible harm. I love you more than I have ever loved myself, and that is saying something, seeing as though I am quite the vain bastard.” A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he rests his chin against his hand and stares at his companion with the softest gaze he could muster.

“I adore you, amatus. Let it never be said that I didn’t try to stop you from loving me!” He teases with a wrinkle of his nose.  

#v; dai | sv; Seraphim #Necromancy and Pride | Dorian Pavus #Dorian speaks #otp | chasing dreams #queue queued #many-tales-told

[altusmage]

serenity in the early morning daze. peaceful, calm, quiet. 

dorian isn’t entirely sure when he woke up. although, it didn’t really matter. sleep-addled and barely conscious, he was just enjoying the moment, as he allowed himself the time to slowly be roused from his slumber. the altus had grown used to stealing seconds alone with his amatus, making time for their relationship in the short gaps in busy schedules — moments like this, long and drawn out, where all their duties and problems lay forgotten for a while, they were to be treasured. 

soft grey hues flickered open, half-lidded eyes heavy with sleep, and squinting at the bright morning light streaming in through the windows. he watched, idly, as the beams of sun seemed to dance over taeros’ form, casting light and shadows over his skin, making him look radiant, near divine. a smile tugged at the corner’s of the necromancer’s lips, soft and full of adoration, as he arm, draped lazily around his lover’s waist, pulled him a little closer. 

the embrace was warm, gentle skin on skin contact, tender and affectionate. dorian drank it in, the exchanging body heat keeping the crisp, cold mountain air at bay. yes, he was perfectly content to lay like this forever... it was almost enough to make him reconsider his stance on mutual domesticity. waking up to this everday was something he longed for.

feeling the weight of a hand on his, dorian’s smile grew a little wider. slowly, he entwined their fingers, before nuzzling close to the crook of taeros’ neck, pressing a light, chaste kiss to the spot where his neck met his shoulder. 

          ❝ good morning... ❞ he hummed, words whispered against skin. shifting a little to allow the inquisitor the space to turn over in his arms, dorian gladly met his lips. returning the kiss, he lazily traced patterns in the small of taeros’ back with his finger tips.

@dlishmagi​  /  cont.

#okay i couldn't find a way to work it in so imma say it here #dorian also suffers from crazy bed hair #before he styles it and shite #like it makes him look soft and dishevelled and adorable #dlishmagi #( dlishmagi — thread iv. ) #⊹ · ( verse / main ) * . inquisition. #⊹ · ( bond / dlishmagi ) * .

[griffinsandpeacocks]

FORFEIT! Section 5: “Where are your clothes?”(Was posted later than I had meant was supposed to be on the 26th, I had thought it was posted but as it wasn’t till 28th this is a forfeit prompt that I posted anyway, so it’s not in the challenge but too lazy to give it a proper title.)

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

Dorian was rather shocked he and Bull had come this far. From thinly hissed accusations that Bull was going to kill him to this... Sitting on said qunari’s chest looking down at him and pouting that his hands are held. He’d been feeling up his lover and was mildly perturbed he’d been stopped in his tracks.

“I’m either groping your boobs or your dick, so chose!” Dorian chirps and Bull grumbles about to make a remark on Dorian being a peacock or even laugh what was he gonna do about it only for the door to creak and Dorian goes break neck tense magic washing over him and he cloaks and vanishes. Bull would love to see that trick in action but Dorian admits the only way for magic to cloak like this was if the mage stayed perfectly still. Useless on a battle front perfect in a scenario like this. 

“Bull, I - Where are your clothes?” The inquisitor had come to a dead stop blinking like an owl at the nude qunari. He’d been reading something when he’d come in and still held it chest height as the elf blinks at him in shock his face slowly taking on a pink tint. 

“On that chair.” Bull replies tilting his head in the direction of the chair and his clothes, in the far corner. Neatly folded up because Dorian was a menace. Dorian’s own clothes were still on him save his boots which were tucked on the far side of the bed from Lavellan. 

“Okay... Why aren’t you wearing them...? The elf asks next face slowly becoming bright red. Remarkably he keeps a neutral expression though his eyes are blinking like an owl’s. 

“Why didn’t you knock?” Bull asks back grinning as he knows this irks the elf.

“Don’t answer my question with a question, ass.” The elf groused.

“Alright, but if you’d knocked I might still be naked but you’d have gotten a warning.” Bull points out and the elf sighs and looks away and sets the report on the pants.

“Know what? Fuck it, you have fun wanking off or whatever you’re doing some weird Qunari fetish ritual thing, and read that after, I need serious opinions and no one else would be helpful. Sort of... I need an unbiased opinion. I don’t have the option to handle this myself so... yeah. I’ll be in my office, rooms whatever the tower is supposed to be when you get the chance.” He turns and walks out face and ears tinged pink and Bull likes the image. He glances at Where Dorian should be after the door clicks shut and the spell washes away like water as Dorian can’t hold back snickers that quickly turn to laughter. 

“The poor dear..” He chuckles and Bull snorts.

“He’ll be fine, now what was that about my options?” He asks and Dorian focuses like a hawk.

“Oh, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” He says suddenly affecting an indifferent tone face set in a neutral expression with only hints of mild curiosity. Bull let’s his hands circle his waist and moved Dorian down to his lap and grinds up making the mage flush.

“I think you do, vint.” Bull growls and Dorian sighs and wiggles his hips smirking smug like a cat that got the canary.

“Maybe, now that you mention it... Which option would you like?” Dorian asks cheekily and Bull growls again just to see that shiver run over the mage. 

“I’d rather you take a ride rather than just grope.” Bull says and Dorian hums thoughtfully. The mage tilts his head and taps his chin thoughtfully. 

“That means I’ll have to strip.” Dorian sighs as if it’s such a terrible bother. Bull growls his blunted nails dig into the mage’s sides.

“Or I can tear up those pants of yours.” Bull growls and Dorian swallows shivering. He wants to act affronted but he can’t and the bastard knew just how to make him squirm. Which he was currently doing. Dammit. He stilled his hips.

“I don’t have any spare clothes here, don’t.” Dorian’s voice wobbles a little on the last word and Bull chuckles.

“Then you best strip, vint, or I’m gonna tie you up in tatters of your robes.” Bull growls and Dorian quickly rolled off Bull and stood and stripped off his robes in record time. He wasn’t ashamed to reveal he was hard and definitely desperate, though he would not verbally admit that ever. Period. He was a proud Altus mage, dammit. He had been with quite a few men, all of varying talent and skill, even morals but none of them compared to Bull in any form. None of them made Dorian as eager as he was to lay back and take it, none of them got him as worked up either. None of them had the same knack for relaxing him and making him vulnerable like Bull could. Bull could get him to do things he’d burn others into cinders for even daring to ask. Yet Bull only had to give one of his ridiculous winks and Dorian would trip over himself to get it done. 

“So, finally ready to be a good boy?” Bull asks and Dorian goes pink glowering at the ox as he moves back to the bed slinging his leg back over the strong waist. Warm hands wrap around his hips and Dorian sighs and relaxes.

“Depends on if I’ll be getting a treat for being good.” Dorian sighs and Bull chuckles.

“You might.” Bull chuckles and Dorian hums. Bull holds the mage still as he slowly stretches him out watching Dorian try to writhe has his blood pumping. He makes sure the altus is stretched out slowly working up from one finger to two, pulling back to add oil as he adds a digit and starts to stretch the mage out in earnest. Once he has four worked in he stalls teasing watching the human wiggle as he massaged the man’s prostate. He can’t deny the sight has gotten to him. Watching Dorian arch into his hand had Bull feel rather powerful, yeah sure he could crush a human’s skull in with his bare hands but seeing Dorian loose himself like this was another power on it’s own. Especially knowing Dorian could turn him to an ash pile with a flick of his hand. This was a power that he knew no one had. Taming The Dorian Pavus, Altus Mage of the Imperium was a rush of adrenaline even after managing it countless times. Seeing Dorian let go and give into him was always as good as that first time.  

“Bull! Please, fasta vass, get on with it!” Dorian growls and Bull chuckles and crooks his fingers smirking as the mage jerks and lets out a whine. Seeing him lit on torch light covered in sweat was always nice but this time he sees a whirl of fire slip between the mages teeth and he growls shivering himself and Dorian gives him that winning smirk of his dove grey eyes half hooded and that flush high on his cheeks. Bull grabs the back of his head and pulls him down for a kiss chasing that lingering heat with his tongue and lapping up the sounds Dorian is letting out.

“Then get on with it, my pretty mage.” Bull chuckles as he pulls back and watches Dorian hiss and roll his hips as he pulls his fingers out of the tight heat. Dorian watches him and hisses the small jet of fire again and Bull’s hands wrap around the slim hips of golden tan skin growling as his grip boarders bruising. Dorian hums happily carefully positioning his hips and sinking down taking his time though his eyes look hazed and he looks wrecked. 

“You look good like this, gonna bounce and spit some more fire?” Bull asks and Dorian chuckles moaning lowly as he finally bottoms out he paused taking a moment to breathe. 

“Do you want me to spit some more fire?” Dorian asks and Bull growls low like he knows Dorian likes though the mage would never admit it.

“Oh I effeminately want you too, be my dragon, kadan.” Bull growls and Dorian chuckles gasping as Bull bounces him himself and Dorian closes his eyes and blushed and swallowed gasping and hisses a small jet of fire which tapers when Bull tags his sweet spot.

“Amatus, please!” Dorian whines already desperate and Bull hums and rolls them cradling Dorian before he moves back and goes all out on making sure his human wasn’t going to be walking without a careful sway to his hips. He growls as Dorian spits small jets of flame when he can focus enough to do so which was surprisingly often either that or he enjoyed how it riled Bull and got him to be a little more rough and grip him harder and thrust faster.

“Please, amatus, please?” Dorian whines squirming he is gasping and can’t handle not cuming much longer it’s almost painful and he’s growing too sensitive to hold back. Not that it’s his choice given Bull’s holding the base of his cock and keeping him from loosing it until he gives the word.

“Please what, kadan?” Bull asks breath getting a bit heavy and Dorian growls a last jet of fire at him as he tugs him down by his horns.

“Fucking cum and make me a complete mess you damn savage and let me cum already!” He growls and Bull smirks and kisses the mage hard as he picks up his pace.

“Alright Kadan, you got it.” Bull chuckles and lets go rutting as Dorian let’s out a hiss and spasms in Bull’s hold and cums making a mess between them as Bull gets the last few ruts in before loosing his control and let’s lose a growl as he fills Dorian up loving the little airy gasp the mage gives him. He carefully pulls back and grabs a rag cleaning up the worst of the mess he collapsed and pulls Dorian on top of him chuckling as the mage grumbles but curls contentedly closer. 

“So, you gonna tell me how you learned that trick, kadan?” Bull asks and Dorian chuckles. He looks up looking rumpled with a few bruises Bull looks over smugly painted on his hips and neck when Bull had bitten at him earlier before they’d been walked in on. 

“I figured out how to do it after burning my mouth a few times. Heard that some Ravini mages had figured it out, had Varric look into it, studies the books they sent over and voila! Me spitting fire like a drake.” Dorian gestures grinning tiredly and Bull chuckles and nods.

“Really freakin hot.” Bull chuckles lowly and Dorian grins.

“That is the idea given fire and all.” He chuckles and Bull laughs. After a short nap and a small wash up Bull reads the report and his teasing stops his smile fades and Dorian pushes himself to sit up and lean around to read gasping as he reads what’s going on. The Inquisitor’s clan was in a free marcher city and if they didn’t get help it was likely everyone, the merchants and elves would die. 

“This isn’t right...” Dorian whispers and Bull growls and looks at the options.

“He’ll have to send in forces or they’re dead.” Bull says and Dorian nods.

“Shall we go or shall I leave it to you, amatus?” Dorian asks and Bull shrugs.

“I think he’d like to see two friendly faces.” Bull says as they dress and go to the tower. The inquisitor looks up as they come in and he blushes and looks back down coughing.

“You should get better at cloaking Dorian. I could still smell you. Also your outline shimmers.” He says and keeps writing then sets aside the quill and he looks up again this time face set in a calm expression though his insides twist.

“I don’t want to be rash, what are your opinions?” He asks and Bull sets the report on the desk.

“You have an ambassador there. As well as your clan. Send troops.” Bull says and Dorian nods.

“They need help.” Dorian agrees softly and the elf nods looking down he stands and picks up the report. 

“Then they’ll have it. As much as I can give them.” The elf says staring hard at them both he walks down and he sends out troops and he waits eventually going to the two seeking out a harbor to hide as he waits praying what’s left is safe.

~

Word count: 2,109

#fanfiction #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age inquisition #dorian pavus #iron bull #dorian x bull #elf inquisitor #smut

[pellelavellan-a]

14 Days of Da Lovers - 4

Pairing: Dorian x M!Lavellan

Theme: Napping Together

Words: 1,538

It’d been years since Pelle had felt this sick. He didn’t miss it: the migraines, the way all the strength in his body had abandoned him, the way he was so hungry and yet his body refused to keep down any kind of nourishment. When he was a child, his illness had left Deshanna afraid he may die by adolescence, yet here he was. Thank Mythal he’d grown out of his poor childhood health--mostly if he wanted to consider today a sign that this flu of his wasn’t quite done with him yet.  

He’d shut the curtains draping over his bed to keep as much of the light from his windows as he could, the exposure only made his splitting headaches worse. A forgotten cup of chamomile tea sat on the bedside table half consumed. Tea was one of the only things his body was willing to keep down, Josephine had been bringing him some every few hours to make sure he wasn’t wasting away in his quarters. 

The only good thing about being this sick was that it was not the first time, which meant that Pelle knew exactly how to deal with it. He knew what he could and could not consume as well as what treatments would help him recover in a reasonable amount of time should he get the required rest to make it happen. It wasn’t hard to tell Josephine or even Solas what he needed, both of them seemed pretty open to assisting him.                  

It was nighttime now, the sun had finally gone down leaving only a small hint of moonlight on his balcony. He was sitting up in bed, a candle near his tea as he read through the book Dorian had left for him not so very long ago. It was a thoughtful gift, given Pelle had expressed an interest in the stars that he could not sate at home thanks to a majority of astrology coming from what he had been told was Tevinter heritage.     

How lucky he was that Dorian himself, was from Tevinter.     

“Feeling any better?” asked Dorian. 

By now he knew he needed no invitation to Pelle’s tower. He could come and go as he pleased--or stay in some cases. Pelle had made it quite clear that he did not mind Dorian’s attention, the Altus might even go so far as to say the elf craved it. They’d spoken little in the recent week thanks to Dorian being on an assignment, but once he’d heard Pelle was ill he made it a point to see him once he’d settled back in. 

Pelle offered him a weary smile, turning his attention away from the book he was perusing. “You’re back.” 

He didn’t even need an answer once he’d gotten a look at Pelle’s face. The elf was exhausted--quite frankly he looked like shit. His skin looked pale and his eyes heavy from the fatigue. His hair was let down leaving his blond curls to settle anywhere they pleased. He was dressed in no more than one of Dorian’s shirts which hung off of him due to his rather small frame. He hadn’t even mentioned the half-drunken tea, the tower of books beside his bed, or wooden stick barely peeking out from under the linens that could only be a bed warmer.

The verdict: He was not feeling better.

“You look terrible amatus...” said Dorian crossing the room to place his hands over the elf’s cheeks and examine him a little closer. 

Pelle shrugged. “It’s just a bad cold,” he assured him. 

But Dorian wasn’t convinced. His face was riddled with concern the longer he stared at Pelle. Not that he was any doctor but--it was hard for him to believe that Pelle just had a bad cold. This seemed far worse. 

“I used to get sick like this a lot when I was younger,” Pelle continued, “I’m familiar with it, and I know how to treat it. I look bad now but I promise I’ll be alright.” 

Dorian sighed deeply, “If you’re sure...I guess I’ve no choice but to believe you do I?” He replied, releasing Pelle’s face from his touch. 

He would remain concerned, as any lover would. However, he did not think Pelle would lie to him about something as serious as his health. He could drag this out if he wanted to, tell Pelle that he worked too hard and wasn’t taking care of himself, but even that wasn’t entirely true. Pelle may have worked tirelessly but he never neglected himself in the process. Even on the busiest of days, Dorian had never seen Pelle in public looking disheveled or out of touch. 

In a way, it was a bit sad, because he knew Pelle only stayed so put together to prove that he wasn’t some savage running an army but a collected and respectable person. Had he the choice, Dorian was sure he would wander these halls dressed as comfortably as he, please. But he couldn’t. He had a reputation to uphold and people whose respect demanded that he fall into some form of conformity...or that seemed to be how Pelle saw it at least.

But his concern had all but been cast aside by Pelle who had scooted over to leave Dorian space in his bed. He glanced at the bed then back to Dorian before patting the empty space and ushering Dorian to have a seat. 

“Take off your shoes and lie down with me,” the elf requested. “You’re human so you’re already immune to what I’ve got.” 

“Oh?” Was Dorian’s only response. 

“What I’ve got would only be a threat to you if you were an elf,” Pelle elaborated. “So come, lie down. I know you’re tired too I can see it in your face.” 

Any other day he might have taken offense to the comment, but Pelle was right. He’d only returned a little over an hour ago. He’d been back only enough time to remove his armor and to bathe before rushing to check on his amatus. There was no sense in denying that he could use a nap, Pelle knew him well enough to know that the lack of his usual vain and self-confident persona was a sign that he did not have the energy to play that role, he was quieter than normal, offering rather short responses as opposed to glamorizing himself in the face of being pointed out as anything but perfection. 

Pelle was not blind to what he was like when he was tired, and so Dorian took off his shoes and climbed in. 

Pelle wasted no time closing in on Dorian to cuddle with him. Anyone could guess that the elf might have been getting a bit lonely lying up here by himself only speaking to someone for a few minutes every few hours. Pelle was actually quite social for someone who seemed to loathe idle chatter of the court. He’d grown up in with people around him almost constantly--Dalish and their small living arrangements and all that. But even more than that his attention was constantly competed for as Inquisitor, it was a miracle Dorian could even steal some alone time with him once in a while. 

Being up here in complete silence for hours at a time must have been maddening to him.

Dorian was quick to accept the elf’s affection. Carefully he shifted about until he found a place in bed that he was comfortable, Pelle too moved about as needed until he and Dorian were comfortably lying together. Neither of them said another word to each other, both simply enjoying the other’s company. 

Pelle was the first to drift into sleep, leaving Dorian to lay there simply petting the mess of curls that had gone ahead and sprawled all over the both of them. Even if Pelle was sick, he couldn’t help smiling just a little watching him sleep. It was one of the only times he really felt that Pelle didn’t have some underlying expression of stress on his face. 

He wasn’t awake so he wasn’t constantly going through lists of things to do, pondering how what he said or had done might affect those around or their perception of him. He wasn’t thinking about the people he’d let down back home or all the people who yet lived that depended upon him. When he was asleep he was just Pelle. And to Dorian, Pelle was beautiful. 

It didn’t take much longer for sleep to find him as well. Quite frankly it snuck up on him with little to no warning. He’d simply been lying there caressing the elf whose head lay over his chest as he took in the most pointless details of his room. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. 

By the time Josephine had made another round to check on Pelle in the morning, both of them were still wrapped up in the other fast asleep. The ambassador could not resist grinning at the two. She turned back to the stairs and left them alone, Dorian seemed to have Pelle well taken care of.

#14 Days Of DA Lovers #14 days of da lovers prompts #Dorian x lavellan #Dorian x M!Lavellan #dorian x inquisitor #dorian pavus