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Dorian didn’t have many friends. Sure sycophants that begged to know him and ‘claimed’ to do so. And fewer still were females who didn’t try and get with him to have their babies. Only one was his friend and had proven that she didn’t give a shite what his preference for sleeping partners lay, and when he’d started dallying with her Qun companion she even made it so they could be out in missions together both as a team and when their affections became more than obvious, alone together.
And to top it off she was an elven mage? You couldn’t shock his father more. Even with his preference for men, and that had just settled their friendship as far as he was concerned. And she earned it all the times she stood up against those naysayers and asked how he was holding up afterword. She actually gave a shit if he was hurt by such petty words the adorable creature.
And when she started falling for the other elven mage; or she just wanted to vent to someone and they had the library free together, she came to him. And that’s what really settled him to admitting he adored her, in his own way. He’d made a very precious and true friend in the Inquisition. He hadn’t expected that to happen. Nor had he expected to fall into bed with a Qun, but hey. He loved being the quill that pricked the stuffed up shirts in Orlais.
Plus he was the Tevinter ambassador to her Inquisition after their departure of two years since he saw her after the defeat of Corypheus. And he told her of his father’s suspicious death as to why he wouldn’t be staying long. She had offered to come along and help, as he knew she would have done. She was nothing if stalwart to those she considered her allies. So when she asked him for help in not only hiding her and her smaller band of companions after disbanding the whole Inquisition, but also to help find Solas her loved one, he had been more than happy to oblige her.
During the days of seeking out her estranged lover she found him by himself and like old times sat by his side, practically snuggling against him. She’d hardly let anyone else see how adorably cuddly she was, she assured him and it was a wonder that none but he and The Iron Bull knew of this need for comfort during her lowest of times. Well. He was sure Leliana…excuse him; Devine Victoria suspected, he wouldn’t be surprised if that ex spymaster didn’t know if Mistress Levellen (she had insisted to him [and to everyone else who has followed her] more than once to call her by her first name as she wasn’t an Inquisitor any more, but honestly, he had too much respect for her-as did everyone else it seemed-to do so) drooled in her sleep or not.
“You know if I wasn’t so entangled in the Bull’s sheets, and you weren’t still so bull headedly devoted to that egg head, I just might ask you to marry me.” He partly joked, but found he actually meant it. “Well, I do enjoy our friendship too much. It’s a novelty I don’t experience often.” He hastily added. She chuckled, which hadn’t happened much during the years she’d waited for word of Solas yet hadn’t gotten any.
“You know, I might have even accepted that proposal.” She partly teased back. And this is why he loved her, well as much as he was capable of loving any woman. She gave as good as she got. Being around Varric (or Maker forbid Sera) too long could give anyone a sarcastic sense of humor. She then began to lay all her worries with him, stuff she hadn’t told anyone else he sensed. He was sure because she’d kept all his confidences that she felt hers was safe with him, and for the most part yes. He did tell some of the worries she’d told him to Bull (especially those she’d laughed at in hindsight) but this and many others he would keep.
“Well you certainly jumped head first into some major dog shite my love. And if me, Bull, Cullen and everyone else can’t kick his arse back to your side I say he lost a rather amazing woman.” He says a little outraged on her behalf. No one got to treat his friend like this, not even a Maker forsaken Elvhen God. “And trust me, there is a line of me and all your friends to kick his arse to get him back for you.” He told her honestly.
“I love you.” She says with a smile closing her eyes.
“Yes, cause you aren’t an idiot.” He replies as blasé as ever but secretly glad she did. She fell asleep on him, which she’d done a time or two during their time in Skyhold, and he figured if anyone deserved some rest, it was the ex Inquisitor who saved the world and was off to get her lover back in line. Plus she chose the best of pillows and warmth by cuddling against him, good taste. That’s when the Iron Bull walked in and they had their secret conversation using just facial expressions and subtle movement of the eyes.
‘She feeling this bad? Well I’m glad you’re around. She seeks me out if necessary to get the comfort she needs but she doesn’t do it as often as she had with you in Skyhold.’ Bull says sitting down across from them both.
‘I know, poor dear. And she has a big task. Have all her friends pledged to kick his ass?’ Dorian asks and the Bull’s shoulders shook in as quiet laughter as he could make it.
‘I have a sheet.’ He says and produced the sign up sheet literally labeled: Want to Kick Solas’ Ass for Levellen’s Sake? and a list of all her friends, the Chargers, Sera’s friends, Hawke the Champion of Kirkwall, and even the Hero and Queen of Ferelden. He raises an eyebrow. Almost tempted to whistle at the impressive list.
‘Told her she had a lot of friends willing to fight him on her cause. This will totally cheer her up if she ever found out how serious we actually are. Got her to chuckling earlier. It was good to hear.’ And now to find this stubborn egg head and fulfill on this promise. Cause now it was his turn to help her, and he would do everything in his power to do it.