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Sol looked down at her lover and giggled. He was dead asleep, mouth open and drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth. He’d have been horrified if he knew what he looked like in that moment, but to her, he looked like home. The home she had been too scared to look for so long. Outside she could hear Cole talking to the nugs, the soft footfalls of passing scouts and then the almost deafening roar of Bull’s snore and then the angry “KAFFAS!” as Dorian was once again woken from his beauty sleep.
Not even Bull’s snore had woken Zevran. He just slept on. She felt a bubble of mischief well up inside and quietly moved towards her pack, looking for Dorian’s spare kohl stick – he wanted to make sure he was never without – apparently that would be a “horrendous crime, darling!” Grinning she leant over her love and gently drew a very Dorian-esque moustache under his nose, a monocle around his right eye and a very wobbly star on his left cheek. Then in a finally act of silliness, drew a stick figure mabari on his chest and signed her name in large loopy letters.
Proud of her “artwork” she tucked the kohl back into its little container and slowly began untwisting her legs from around his. Giggling at the frown that momentarily marred his brow, she stood and pulled on the leathers she had stolen from him the previous day, and then his shirt. What was his was hers now right? Feeling light-hearted despite the droning rain, she emerged from her tent and stood under the hastily erected awning the scouts had set up when their Inquisitor had arrived in camp unannounced.
Dorian sat curled up under a blanket, his feet stretched towards the firepit, with a face like a thunder cloud.
“Oh Dearest! Whatever is the matter? You know, scowling like that will give you lines.” She smirked at him before murmuring thanks to the scout who passed her a plate of breakfast.
“Shut up, you.” Dorian poked his tongue out at her and pulled his blanket up and over his head. “Let’s go to Fereldan, you said. Let’s go to the wettest, shittiest part of Fereldan and bring Dorian! He’ll love it!” He gave her a disappointed glance. She just gave him a big cheerful, mouth full of bacon and eggs grin. He shuddered.
“I brought you because I love you, because I need you at my side and because there are zombies and they make my toes curl in terror.” He looked partially mollified by the first part of her statement and then gave her a reluctant grin at the mention of zombies.
“I particularly like the ones with out legs… or ever lower bodies. I mean, Maker love ‘em, look at them still trying to be scary and get us!” He sighed happily.
“Err… hello, Mr. Necromancer, half-missing, ground crawling zombies are the worst. I want to run away, not go up to it and say ‘I’m sorry… but is this your duodenum? You left it over there.’” She shuddered.
“Well, we all get our jollies how we must, my love. Isn’t that right?” He raised an eyebrow at her and reached his hand out of his blanket to take the offered plate from the returned scout.
“I guess. I’d rather get my jollies at the wicked grace table or stealing Solas’s treats. Wanting to dissect a moving dead thing, is not even close to my list of things I want to do.”
“Now, we all know that not just where you get your jollies, Boss.” Bull’s rumbly voice broke across the campfire as he pushed out of the tent he shared with Dorian. “Damn, but he’s a loud one.” Solona gave Bull a big grin, this time without the food she’d all but shown Dorian and a thumbs up with her free hand.
Dorian gave her a look out of the corner of his eye and then snuggled into Bull when he sat next to him on the log. “He was not alone with the noises he was making. I didn’t know you spoke Antivan, darling? Quite fluently too. My ears are still blushing.” Solona’s face suddenly burnt red and she choked on her piece of fried bread.
“Ah… yes, mi amor sings like an angel when her Zevran strokes her body. It is an instrument that only he can play to perfection.” The tent flaps opened, and her love stepped through, clad in only a pair of unbuttoned leather breeches and nothing else. His eyes were warm as they met hers, and he smiled at her. Sol gulped the last of her food down and put her plate on the ground. He obviously had not noticed her artwork as yet, but she knew what would happen once he did. She gave him a cheery smile and then blew him a kiss.
“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” She asked, the innocent tone ringing false in her ear. Opposite her, Bull and Dorian and finished their morning hellos to each other, which involved a lot of tongue as far as Solona could tell and turned their heads to greet their newest companion. Both of their mouths fell open as they took in the elf standing before them. Zevran himself was just raking his glances over Solona, his eyes heated, so he failed to notice their expressions.
Dorian broke first.
“Er… nice tattoo there, Zevran… I especially like the ones on your face.” Zevran preened, and stood a littler taller, showing off his art. She heard Bull snort in amusement into Dorian’s neck.
“Thank you, my friend. They are a memento from the Crows… designed to emphasise my body. They are delightful, no?” Zev pushed his hair away from his face and struck a pose that would have been downright sexy… if it wasn’t for the slightly smudged moustache, the monocle and the mabari decorating him. Solona got slowly to her feet and began to inch towards the awning’s edge and freedom.
Bull coughed. “Why yes, that stick figure mabari and the handlebar moustache tattoo you have are a real turn on.” Zevran’s eyes widened and he turned towards Bull’s shiny belt, which was draped over a tree branch at just the right height to use as a mirror.
“Oh… well… look at the sun… I really should go and er… wash up.” Solona giggled and ran barefoot out into the rain.
“Brasca! Solona! Come back here!” The scouts standing around their own fire laughed when they saw their barefoot herald hightailing it through the camp giggling, and the mostly naked elf chasing her. Back under the awning, Dorian looked up at Bull.
“It’s good to see her like this, don’t you think Amatus?” Bull smiled down at him, a smile that only Dorian could see when they where alone.
“Yes, Kadan. Now the real fun begins! She told Leliana we were killing a dragon!" Dorian just rolled his eyes, and groaned.
