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Char: Dorian & Noah
30 Days of Noah
Flutter
(noun)
a state or sensation of tremendous excitement; a group of butterflies.
His smile was bright rays of sunshine on a beautiful day, beaming from an equally enthralling visage. His laugh was a melodic song that lifted spirits, inflicting on those around him a calm quiet that had been lost since the gaping maw of hell ripped across the sky. His eyes were smoldering gems of green peridot, striking fear in all he laid his fiery, cold gaze upon. His passion burned brighter and hotter than the fiercest fire archmagicks; the very flames of hell themselves quivered in his wake.
When he spoke, he spoke with purpose. When he walked, shoulders squared, his gait overflowed with confidence. He was the epitome of strength, passion, and loyalty.
Dorian’s eyes fluttered as chapped, petal-thin lips brushed against the skin behind his ear. Thin, strong fingers clutched desperately at his shoulder.
“Dorian…” His voice cracked, oozing with an emotion Dorian didn’t believe quite fit him. “Dorian.” The body above him quivered, breath becoming heavy pants. “Dorian…Dorian…Dorian…”
His name, coming from his lover, never ceased to be music to his ears. Almost a chant - a praise - a song; sung so beautifully by his dark haired angel.
“Dorian, please…” His angel’s voice quivered and cracked, his breathing quickening. What he wouldn't give to gaze upon his dark haired angel, but he knew what awaited his eyes would shatter the images that played in his mind.
“Dorian…ma lath…please…”
It wasn’t frequent that his lover slipped up and spoke in Elven instead of the common tongue. He found those infrequent moments endearing as they were usually when his lover was feeling strongly about something - usually confusion but there were times when it was because he was angry, though it happened more when they made love.
“No,” Dorian finally spoke. His voice was as hoarse as his lover’s. The air by his ear was displaced as Noah moved away. It was cold now. Dorian gritted his teeth as he heard a grinding noise. He felt liquid drip on his face. Was his angel crying? No, don’t be stupid. He thought to himself. His angel wasn’t crying for his angel never cried. He knew what it was.
“Dorian…move…” His angel’s voice was faint. The sound was accompanied by a low grunt.
“No.”
“Don’t…be an ass…” His angel was struggling to speak. He let out another low grunt, more grinding sounds following it. “Move.”
“I won’t.” His arms were numb, outstretched in front of him. They hurt, stung, burned. He couldn’t place just how long they had been in their current position. Dorian on his back with Noah sprawled on top of him, legs on either side of Dorian’s thighs. In any other situation, Dorian would take great pleasure in their position. Now, though, he couldn’t as the large piece of stone bearing down over them stopped him from feeling much of anything.
“…leave me…”
“I can’t.”
“…rian…” He felt more liquid drip on his face. He opened his eyes just in time to see dull peridot eyes, brimming with unshed tears, close. Dorian’s heart skipped a beat as Noah’s head dropped limply against his neck.
“Noah?” Dorian shifted his shoulder upwards but Noah didn’t respond.
Dorian sat at the edge of the bed, staring down at his elven lover. They’d failed their mission but at least they left with their lives…somewhat. Noah had lost a lot of blood. His skin took on a deathly, pallor color, revealing his veins. His thin lips took on a hue of blue. The elf had lost consciousness…3 months ago. He still had yet to wake up. And Dorian had yet to leave his side.
There were no signs that he would ever wake up. It didn’t even look like he was alive. They wouldn’t have known he was alive if it weren’t for Solas. He said that his consciousness had got tangled in the fade and was trapped there. He said it was somewhat similar to that of the eternal sleep that immortal elves that tire of living would do, except this was not voluntary. Instead, he called it a coma. They could do nothing about it but wait and hope he was able to get out on his own.
Dorian slipped behind Noah on the bed. They had to be careful. They had to watch Noah’s static body closely. Even though he wasn’t a mage, being an elf made his connection with the fade almost as strong as any other mage. Since he was alive but not alive, it was very easy for any spirit in the fade to possess his body. That was not something anyone wanted.
Dorian started when he felt a weight settle on his chest. His eyes snapped open, not even aware that he had closed them, and looked down. Noah had moved to lie against him. Noah’s leg was kicked over Dorian’s, his arm draped over Dorian’s abdomen and his head lying against his chest, right above his heart.
“N-Noah?” Dorian asked. Dorian’s heart fluttered as Noah shifted on his chest. Dorian couldn’t believe it. His amatus had finally awakened. “Amatus?”
Noah slowly pulled his head up, eyes still closed. He made a noise that sounded to be a cross between a moan and grunt. Dorian placed a hand on Noah’s head and pressed him back down. He said nothing as Noah nuzzled against his neck before stilling.
He knew he should get up and alert the healers but he was too happy that his lover had awakened. Dorian started again when he felt something cold and wet lapping at his neck. Is he licking me?
Noah had, indeed, been licking him. Noah pulled away from his neck, breathing in deeply before he pulled himself up to straddle Dorian’s hips. He opened his eyes finally to stare down into shocked grey orbs.
Dorian felt his heart stop as Noah’s eyes opened. Instead of the gleaming, peridot green orbs he was so in love with, sharp ceruleans stared back at him. “Noah?” Dorian asked sharply, attempting to sit up. His attempts were thwarted as the being, because it was definitely not Noah, sitting on him roughly pushed him back down by his chest. A slow malicious grin spread across Noah’s face.
“ Ir n ehn mala elgar him-ma, shemlen. ”
"W-What? Noah?!" Dorian's panic increased tenfold when the elf's grin widened even more, revealing razor sharp teeth.
"Ma emma harel, shemlen." He chuckled. "El elgar him-mala. Ma tel'harel ar."
"Who are you?"
"Emma Paimael la ma tel din'an, shemlen. "
Before Dorian could even try to process what was said to him, the elf had leaned forward and sunk his teeth into his neck. Dorian’s vision was suddenly thrusted into darkness.