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An Unlikely Pairing (Dragon Age Inquisition)	By : Elvhennan Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Around the War Table back in Haven the Inquisition had received word from Magister Alexius. Cullen seemed to favor giving up on an alliance with the mages and contacting the Templars. Now that I had seen Redcliffe, I agreed that assaulting the fortress seemed, well, suicidal.
Cassandra was worried about Tevinter controlling the mages.
Cullen was worried about losing me, more specifically, losing the Mark.
Josephine was worried about the politics.
“There is another way in,” Leliana spoke up, “a secret passage, built as an escape route for the family. Too narrow for our troops but we could send agents through.”
“Too risky,” replied Cullen, “those agents would be discovered long before they reached the Magister.”
“That’s why we need a distraction. Perhaps the envoy Alexius wants so badly,” Leliana’s schemes always were a stroke of genius, I had to admit, even if right now her scheme was to use me as bait. Tevinter bait.
“While they’re focused on Lavellan, we break the Magister’s defenses,” Cullen said, mulling it over, “It could work but it’s a huge risk.”
The door to the chamber opened and I caught the scent of his cologne before I even laid eyes on him or heard him speak.
“Fortunately, you’ll have help,” Dorian was back. What an entirely unpleasant surprise.
“This man says he has information about the Magister and his methods, Commander,” an Inquisition soldier addressed Cullen.
Cullen just turned his gaze towards Dorian. Of course we’d told him all about the unknown mage, and Cassandra had made enough of a scene about distrusting him for the both of us. I was glad for that, I hardly wanted to admit my distrust was, erm, of the Elvhen origin. It felt natural but sounded juvenile.
“Those agents will never get through without my help,” Dorian states confidently, “So if you’re going after him, I’m coming along.”
I hoped my expression at that sentiment went unnoticed. I’m quite certain it did given that Dorian was commanding the attention of the room, arrogant Human that he was. Cullen turned toward me.
“The plan would put you in the most danger,” he warned, “We can’t, in good conscience, order you to do this. We can still go to the Templars if you’d rather not play the bait. It’s up to you.”
Did I want to play the bait? Of course not. Did I want to play the bait with a Tevinter as my backup? Laughable. But elves were already enslaved in Orlais and Ferelden even though it was technically illegal. I didn’t want Tevinter gaining any foothold this far south. Every Dalish clan across the continent would be endangered if the Magister’s actions were allowed to stand. I wouldn’t have it. I would not look back on this moment in twenty years and say I could have done something to stop it and did not take the initiative.
Bait it was then.
We arranged the envoy with Alexius at the soonest possible opportunity, but the ride back to Redcliffe would still take at least a day, and Leliana had to organize her spies. There was time to get things settled before we set out. The small house in Haven across from the one Solas resided in stood empty, so it was given to Dorian as his quarters. Leliana has an agent on him as well, Cassandra hadn’t even needed to pressure her about it. That made me feel safer, if not by the smallest possible increment.
Solas would not be joining us in Redcliffe, he spent much of his time researching and presumably dreamwalking through the Fade looking for any information that would help our cause. There was something odd about him that I could not discern. I never sensed he was lying to me as I did with others, but I often felt as though his words were carefully chosen and not everything he knew was being said. I had just been prodding him more about the Fade, extracting as much detail as I could get out of him before he returned to his solitude once more, when I heard Dorian across the way.
“Herald,” he beckoned me. I considered ignoring him. I was not one of his elf slaves to be summoned on a whim. However, we were going to have to work together to defeat Alexius and I thought it in bad taste to turn my back on him.
“Yes?” I said walking over to him.
“I never did catch your name,” he said. “I’d like to call you something other than ‘Herald of Andraste’, that’s quite a mouthful.”
‘Oh I’ll give you a mouthful,’ I thought combatively. “Amheotil Lavellan,” is what I said out loud.
“So I take it you’re... Dalish? Is that the correct word here?”
Really? That was where he was going to start? I couldn’t believe it. Nor could I let it slip past me.
“Would you prefer the term ‘slave’?” I shot back, harsh and immediate.
He looked wounded at that. Good.
“I hope this won’t be an issue between us,” he sounded sincere enough. “I am here to help with the Venatori, after all.”
“As long as you give me no cause to make it an issue,” I replied curtly.
“Understood.”
I walked away then, uninterested in what else he might have had to say or if that was the only question he’d called me over to ask. I still had things to attend to before we mounted up for the journey to the Hinterlands, such as asking Varric if he was willing to stand with Cassandra and me as bait for the Magister.
Varric, being the true friend I now came to see him as, agreed.
A day later, the journey began. Cassandra lead the group and I took up the rear. I was glad of it, on horseback you had to keep your eyes forward, and I didn’t want anyone asking about my grim expression. Varric and Dorian, both being quite talkative fellows, fell into stride next to each other.
I hardly noticed what they talked about, I was distracted by Dorian’s one bare arm, it taunted me with its perfection, the sunlight casting shadows defining each rippling muscle. I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head. So this is what he looks like from behind, huh? I bet I knew a few tricks that would take the smirk right off of his unnaturally handsome face.
No. Stop. Stop picturing... that. I reminded myself that I despised the man in the first place and that an erection in the saddle was uncomfortable to say the least.
I spurred my horse forward to ride next to Cassandra. At least we could be overly serious together.
“Varric, take the rear.”
“But I so preferred you handling my rear,” Dorian remarked. I nearly fell off my horse. Was he.... flirting with me?
The gall. The absolute, irreverent, audacity. I decided I would kill him when this was over. I was also flattered, blushing, half hard in my breeches, and entirely willing to forgive his heritage to take him right here on horseback. Yes, I would kill him him when this was all over.
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