Vivienne: If it was a date why did both of you bring your weapon and armor?
Sacha: Foreplay reasons.
Vivienne: I don't know why I expected anything else.
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Can't believe this is my first decent DAI fanart in all 7 years since game was released. Elven mage MC and Solas master-apprentice dynamics? Pure horror and i appreciate this (in the platonic way)
aaand i can’t paint in so my tarot attempt is what it is
Dorian normally didn't stay in the tavern once his choice of alchohol was procured. But when the bottle of Celestine black clicked against the wood as the bartender placed it, Mahanon popped up on his right. Dressed in casual clothes the elf smiles brightly before leaning over for a kiss, which Dorian happily gave.
"Amatus, while I know what brings you to me, what brings you here?" Mahanon was bashful for a second, fidgeting with his scarf.
"I've never had whiskey and I was curious." Blush bloomed across the elfs cheeks and Dorian chuckled at the display.
"Whiskey is much stronger than your Dalish flower wine amatus." Mahanon blush deepened as he avoided Dorian's stare.
"I know... That's why I wanted to try it with you here... Because you wouldn't let anything bad happen to me." Dorians heart burst with affection at Mahanon's words and his trust in him. Wrapping an arm around the elf's waist he pulles him flush into his side and kissed his cheek.
"Bartender, a cup of your best whiskey for The Inquisitor!"
Cole: He almost says the word sometimes. Katoh. He tastes it in his mouth, sweet release a breath away, tongue tying it tenderly like you tie him. But he doesn't. For you, and for him because it makes it mean more. A fuller feeling, a brighter burst.
Iron Bull: Yeah. (Coughs.) How's he feel about you saying this in front of everybody?
Esaldir: If a rift opened up right now and swallowed me I'd be fine with that.
Solas: Provided it tied you down first one assumed.
Esaldir: (Groans.)