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The Inquisitor and Dorian have both been stuck with politics for the last two years, battles with words and parchment instead of fire and lightning and weapons between fingers. They shouldn’t miss it, not after everything they went through, but the first enemy that shows up, the first spell that sizzles from the Fade and through their veins, is a feeling they can’t imagine living without.
It feels good to be fighting again and they are both very good at it.
The Deep Roads fills with water that nips at their heels, hearts and lungs pounding, adrenaline a drug they wish they could bottle up for the boring days and boring meetings and boring memories not so easily escaped as they fly through the eluvian to safety. For a few moments they can only lay there gasping for air, gazing up into a sky that both see differently and can’t describe, before he glances over with a twisting grin.
“I could do that all day.”
Laughter echoes up into the remnant of a fallen kingdom, fills the air with life, each note like pieces dropping back into place even though they are both made for worlds coming apart. It was once said with a drop of sarcasm, a sprinkle of annoyance, but now it rings true after all this time. After everything they’ve been through and all that they’ve become, there is a violence in their veins like embers they never wish to die.
Above all, it feels good to be together again.