Dragon Age One Shots

Boyfriend, Dorian/Inquisitor

"Announcing Lord and Lady Trevelyan."

Dorian swallowed a cleansing breath, his boots nailed to the floorboards directly beside the keg as he watched his Amatus' parents descend the stairs. This had been coming for months, Josephine worrying herself grey over orchestrating every second of their trip to perfection. No one wanted to disappoint the Inquisitor.

He took another drink, a sloe black eye trailing his lover dashing up to envelope his parents in dual embraces. No doubt they were exchanging typical child and sire pleasantries, "Yes, I have grown." "No, I do eat my vegetables." "I am quite content with maintaining my current endeavors without your intervention, thank you."

There was much more laughter than Dorian expected pinging between the trio. The Inquisitor's father was a near replica of the face he fell in love with. Age would be kind to his Amatus, which was about the only consolation to Dorian for this charade.

"Dorian?" the Inquisitor's voice cut over the others milling around trying to get a peek of where their beloved Herald sprung.

Another half a pint chased down Dorian's throat, the evil Tevinter Magister trying to drum up enough liquid courage to attempt this. He'd agreed in a fit of drunken pity, his Amatus offering to fall to his knees to sweeten the pot. Despite giving in, because he was a weak man, Dorian could see no reason to bother.

His steps carried him across the emptying hall, Dorian wrapping his body in every piece of insouciant armor he owned. The Inquisitor would introduce him first to his mother. She would stare at the stranger, maybe inquire as to how they know each other. His Amatus would hem and haw, perhaps call him a companion – that word worked well to hide the friendly lie. The father would frown at Dorian, the back of his brain tickling at the implications. But he would shake it off, dance the same steps of denial. No doubt the man already had plans on which unattached ladies to tie his powerful and famous son to.

He's a friend. A buddy. A mate, not for mating. A fellow warrior. Nothing more for you to concern yourself over.

It never changed. Dorian's lips lifted in a smile as he stepped in beside his secret lover, close but never too close to raise suspicions.

"Mom, Dad, this is Dorian" the Inquisitor slid a hand around Dorian's waist, "my boyfriend."