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A quiet painful scream forced itself through Thelvin's gritted teeth. Droplets of blood dripped down from the corner of his lips.
Sweat covered his forehead as he felt more blood seep out of the wound on the back of his head, soaking his ginger hair in blood. His blood created a crimson red puddle in the snow around him.
He was trapped under the huge paw of a beast of a dragon.
He panted for air. He felt like he was suffocating, choking on his own blood. The blood trapped in his own throat. As if his own body wanted him to die.
A whimper escaped his lips as he felt the beasts huge claws dug further into the flesh of his thighs.
He was gonna die, he could feel it. The darkness clawed at the inside of him. Wanting to consume him. To put him out of his misery.
His companions were too busy fighting the many demons, by a rift up on the hill he had fallen off.
A tear rolled down his bloodied cheek as he felt the Pavus Family amulet and the split High Dragon tooth halves rub against his hip in his hidden pocket.
The weight of one of the dragons claws making the amulet and split dragon tooth dig deeper into his flesh.
He'd planned to give it to themthat day, as a surprise, but he couldn't do it when he'd seen them kiss in a loving embrace by their tent in camp.
He couldn't break that. He didn't want to tear their pure relationship with his damn shameful desire to be with the both of them.
Even though he had flirted with both of them. He didn't feel like he... deserved it.
But heck, he'd kissed Dorian's delicious lips once and cuddled up to Bull for warmth every opportunity he'd gotten, while the big Qunari was asleep.
He could just imagine Dorian elegantly taking down all his foes with his beautiful flames and necromancy magic. His feet elegantly moving around in a coordinated entrancing movement.
Dorian Pavus, the man he loved so dearly he could barely breath, but not his.
And he imagined Iron Bull. The most handsome creature made of pure muscle, respect and gentleness, Bull were most likely shielding both Solas and Dorian whenever there were a bigger demon targeting them. He could imagine his muscles rippling while he moved. The muscles rippling in his legs. And his ass... that tight ass.
'Not his' he repeated to himself. 'Not his'.
More tears slipped down Thelvin's face as he coughed, feeling a gurgling sound from his breathing.
The elf knew he had fought bravely against a demon, three times his size, but he had been too careless. He hadn't watched his footing and had ended up getting pushed of the cliff when the demon had swung it's spiked tail at him.
He was too foolish. So useless. So... weak. He wasn't meant to be a leader. Being a leader terrified him, but the mark on his hand gave him no other choice.
He coughed once more. The gods seemed to hate him even more than he had thought. He had fallen into the den of a High Dragon. Surrounded by bones, skulls and rotten meat. A few snow patches here and there. Like the snow he'd landed on.
What luck he had, he'd thought to himself as he'd seen the beast return to the den he had, sadly, fallen into.
He felt his back being very badly bruised as he tried to wiggle, but the sharp screaming pain in his lower back stopped him. He looked at his left arm, seeing as it was fine, but when he looked at his right arm; he knew it was broken. It was twisted in an odd angle, but it felt numb, no pain.
The High dragon had launched itself at him the instant it saw him.
He felt the dragons warm breath waft over him as it put more pressure on his chest. The pressure made something excruciatingly painful snap in his body.
He screamed. Loud and clear. Something he had never done before. He stopped once he felt his voice crack.
Tears streamed down his cheeks as his back pulsate with so much pain, it almost blinded him. He felt unconsciousness creep up on him, but pushed it back by biting the inside of his mouth and focusing on the pain in his back.
The dragon was perfectly still, it stared at him. The beast studied him.
Another gurgling whimper racked through him as the dragon suddenly roared in rage and lifted it's huge paws off of him. The claws scraped down his legs. Tearing at his skin and flesh.
A big broad figure suddenly ran in front of his torn body. The figure roared in rage. Thelvin jolted and shook in both fear and because of the unbearable pain.
"T-Thelvin...! Oh, no...!" A shivering voice said behind Thelvin's mangled weak form. The elf jumped slightly, but instantly stilled as he let out a choked sob.
Gentle tan fingers, decorated with rings and manicured nails, stroked his cheeks. Thelvin felt a purr threaten to appear at the familiar touch, but he held it back.
A face all of a sudden appeared in front of him. It was... Dorian.
Thelvin felt like embracing the damn Tevinter mage and cry his eyes out, but he resisted the urge. Instead of following his urge, he watched the big figure, that he recognized only as Iron Bull's furious form, take down the dragon with a furious roar and single swipe of the giant war axe Thelvin had given to him last time they took a drink in the tavern.
"Oh... " Dorian gasped out in a shaky breath, his voice cracked as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Y-You don't... d-dare leave me, A... Amatus!" Dorian sobbed out as he tried to heal the open wound on Thelvin's head. Thelvin gasped quietly at what Dorian had just called him, but he couldn't let Hope swell in him. Dorian wasn't his... he will never be... Dorian's gentle hands shook as Thelvin's long ears twitches from Iron Bull's rampaging hacking at the dead dragon, he still roared loudly. Even after he took down the beast.
Solas smiled sadly at the younger elf when their eyes met and sat down beside the other elf, not caring if his clothes got soaked in the Inquisitor's blood.
Solas carefully lifted his hands to Thelvin's mangled twisted right arm and lifted it.
Thelvin clenched his eyes shut and whimpered lowly as Solas fixed his arm with a little healing magic and twisting of bones.
"You should go and calm Iron Bull down. I think he needs more attention now, I'll take care of our Inquisitor" Solas Instructed Dorian flatly as he moved his hands to Thelvin's ribs. Green light erupted from the older elf's slender hands.
"N-no..." Dorian tried to deny, but one look from the older elf made him follow his orders.
Dorian huffed and turned. He walked over to Bull's fuming body and stopped a few feet away. Careful not to get hit by the bloodied meat-covered war axe. He could hear Bull's heavy breathing.
"He's going to be ok, Bull... You've killed the dragon. Let's go back to him, Amatus. Please..." Dorian pleaded in a gentle trembling tone. Bull let out a heavy sigh as he finally put the war axe back on his harness. He turned his head around and locked eyes with Dorian.
He finally turned around after a few moments of listening to the wind mixed in with the Inquisitor's weak pained whimpers.
Solas sighed quietly as he tried to gently turn the younger elf around after he'd healed the claw wounds on his thighs and legs. Only pink scars were left in their place.
Thelvin whimpered loudly as he was gently turned to the side. Black dots appeared in his vision as he tried to steady himself with his, still painful, right arm.
He felt his breath quicken as Solas worked on mending the injury. The healing turned into torturing pain as time passed. Thelvin felt tears roll down his cheeks in waves. It hurt. So badly.
He jolted as he felt big rough, but gentle, hands stroke his shoulder. He looked up to see Bull smiling weakly at down at him. The big Qunari was sitting crosslegged a few inches from his head.
Another pair of hands gently rubbed his cheeks, settling down on his jaw. He moved his eyes and locked with Dorian's teary eyes. Thelvin felt the urge to tell them it would be ok, that he'd be fine, but he couldn't find the voice to say it. He could only watch Dorian's broken expression. To watch his Mustache tremble with his trembling lips. He watched how Bull was trying to keep himself strong and not break. He felt how Solas tried his best to mend the broken bone in his back. He could feel through Solas contact, how scared the older elf was. Scared of not knowing when or if Thelvin would be able to walk again.
A snap all of a sudden happened in Thelvin's spine, making the young elf scream in pain. The pain came in waves as his scream turned to sobs and whimpers. He felt Dorian's hands shake as he tried to calm the elf down by rubbing soothing circles on his jaws, he felt Dorian's forehead lean against his. Bull's hands moved from his shoulder to his hair. Thelvin clenched his eyes shut as he focused on the others's touch.
Moments passed as the pain calmed down in a bearable pain he could endure.
"I-It hurts... b-b... but I'll be f-fine" Thelvin choked out as he chuckled a little. A shaky smile broke out on his face, but turned into a grimace as his back began to feel numb. Dorian let out a tiny shaky laugh as he smiled weakly down at the young elf.
"You can sleep now, Thelvin. You're safe" Solas said after a moment of silence. Thelvin nodded as he smiled at Dorian and Bull, but didn't want to sleep just yet.
He turned over with some help from Solas. With a few complaints from Solas and worrying looks from the other two, he finally sat up and grunted a little as he felt the numbness in his back turn into pain again.
It hurt, but he could live with it.
"I..." Thelvin began, but Dorian cut him short when the older man crushed his lips against Thelvin's. The young elf almost fell over, if it wasn't for Bull suddenly sitting, very closely, behind him.
He felt like moaning from the feeling of Dorian's soft lips against his and the way his mustache tickled his nose.
Thelvin felt a tiny spark of hope swell in his chest, but he quickly squashed it.
They weren't his. They would never be. Not his. Not his!
Dorian finally broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against the young elf's. Bull wrapped his arms around Thelvin's waist and kissed the top of his head, just above where the scar where his wound had been.
"Don't ever scare us like that again, boss... " Bull said shakily as his grip on the young elf's waist tightened.
A content smile spread on Thelvin's face as he let out a heartfelt laugh. Dorian looked at him questionably, but didn't ask as he wrapped his arms around his stomach, just above Bull's arms, he put his head in between the elf's head and shoulder and inhaled his smell.
Thelvin felt tears spill from his eyes as a weak sob wracked through him, he buried his face in Dorian's chest and cried quietly.
'Not mine. Not mine! Never mine!' He chanted repeatedly in his head as sleep consumed him.