Reckless | Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age ✔

Reckless | Chapter Six

Sleep did not come easy for Ozen. Dorian had fallen fast asleep. After only having four hours. His body was still weak from what happened on the beach. As soon as he hit the pillows, he was out like a light. It made Ozen jealous of such abilities. He tossed and turned, sweating and burning under the blankets. When he took the blankets off, it grew uncomfortable for him. He felt like he was being watched. The anchor on his hand was making his hand throb more now than it ever had. He wondered if his anxiety was triggering it to act up.

Then there were the constant thoughts. He was closing his eyes, attempting to think of something good, only to have his sister's haunting face popping into his head. He tried snuggling up next to Dorian in hopes that his soft snores would lull him to sleep.

Instead, he had a constant fear of Dorian's death. No matter what Ozen did, death greeted his mind every chance it could get. If he hadn't known better, a demon was still haunting him. Part of him wanted to find this demon again. He could enter the Fade to do it, or he could ask Dorian to reanimate another dead body. Neither would work, of course, but he still wanted to try. He was sure that whoever this human was, he was bound to find Ozen again. If he was strong enough to bring demons from the Fade, Ozen wasn't sure if he was truly safe. A kiss on his shoulder brought Ozen back to reality. Dorian didn't say much, he simply put his arms around Ozen's waist and brought Ozen closer to him.

"You are safe," Dorian mumbled before falling back asleep.

Ozen nodded, snuggling up to Dorian's neck, taking in his scent. The anxiety coursing through his veins slowed a little. The throbbing pain of the anchor had gone away. Everything was calm enough for Ozen to drift off back to sleep.

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The next morning was a rather rude awakening. It was snowing outside, causing a chill to go through the bedroom. This, of course, caused Dorian to wake up rather cranky. He shook Ozen awake, demanding that he shut the doors and put wood in the fireplace. Ozen was rather amused by his complaints. Ozen got out of bed, loving the feeling of the cold air against his skin. He was used to it after living in the woods for so long. Ozen shut the doors, putting kindling into the fireplace. Ozen took a step back, asking Dorian for assistance. Dorian didn't move or even look in the direction of the fireplace. He brought his hand out of the covers and with the snap of his fingers, a ball of fire went towards the fireplace, igniting the wood.

"Now that's impressive."

"I'm glad you have furs. It's freezing up here. What are you made of?" Dorian grumbled and yawned, trying his best to hide further into the furs.

"I'm Dalish." Ozen commented with a smirk. He was proud to be who he was and where he had come from. Even if others had wholeheartedly disagreed. Ozen used this time to get dressed and prepare himself for the day. He wanted to talk to Cullen and Leliana to see if they had found anything about this mystery man, yet. Ozen went over to Dorian and kissed his temple, making his way down the stairs and out into the foyer. He was greeted by the guards who had been there possibly all night. He thanked them for what they had done for him.

"It's our job, your Worship."

"You're awake!" Cassandra went up to Ozen with a beaming smile on her face. Ozen stood there shocked at the smile. She rarely smiled and to Ozen, it was rather creepy.

"Ugh... yes. I am."

"Sorry," Cassandra chuckled lightly, casting her eyes in another direction, "Varric said that you and Dorian were rather weak. I didn't think..."

"You know me better than that, Cassandra, Nothing can kill me." Ozen laughed. Cassandra laughed with him, remembering all of the close calls they had encountered together.