Unlike No Other (DA:I FANFIC)

"Vishante Kaffas..."

You were healing nicely. You could now walk without pain or falling over. Your eyes were completely healed. You still had bandages on your head and side.

You dress out in your attire, it felt weird, like you were wearing two layers of lamb's wool.

Today was one of the days you would train with Cullen but due to earlier events he postponed them until you were perfectly healthy.

There wasn't really anything for you to do, you stayed away from the tavern, didn't want a repeat of the Dorian incident. Speaking of Dorian... where is he?

His nook was empty.

Mother Giselle was in a good mood so he didn't argue with her today.

You ran into Josephine, she was on her way to Leliana.

"Josephine, do you have a clue on where Dorian went?"

"Oh, Inquisitor. I heard talk of him doing a mission in your place, he's been doing that often now. Leliana is starting to see him differently." Her eyes flashed like she remembered something. "Inquisitor, I forgot to tell you. We have the invitation ready, it was easier than we thought. I hope you'll be healthy soon. Our deadline is in just a week from now." She gave you her signature sweet smile.

"Thank you Josephine." You bow your head.

"Anytime." She continued up the stairs.

You walked around Skyhold, talked with Cassandra and the others who were just enjoying the warm sun.

On your way to the stables, you noticed your horse was gone.

"Dennet?" You holler up the stairs in the barn. Dennet comes down them with a small horse shoe in his hand.

"What might the problem be Inquisitor?" He placed the shoe on the table.

"My horse? Did she just vanished?"

"Oh no, a young man took her out. He said he was a friend of yours and that he was doing missions for you. So I allowed him to take her out. It's too pretty for her to be cooped up in her stable all day."

"Ah, and did the young man say when he would be back?" you sigh.

"He said something about it being late or something." he crossed his arms.

"I see, thank you Dennet." you return back to the main building. What you would give to just to be back out in the Hitherlands or just anywhere. You were becoming sick of this place.

Dennet was right, it was late when Dorian returned, you saw him from one of the small windows in your room, he was walking the horse back to her stable. When he turned around you strained to see his face. To see the blood.

As almost every night, he returned to your room, the blood was gone on his face but he missed a few spots on his ears and neck, clearly he didn't care to look when he finished cleaning his face.

"Be glad I care for you or I wouldn't be doing these... dreadful... missions." He plopped down onto your bed, you look at him from the window. ((i wanted to put enjoy but that might sound like something else, something im not going for right now))

"Two things: You didn't ask to come in and you what now?" You smirk lightly.

He had his arm draped over his face, covering his eyes.

"You heard me clear as day I/N, I care for you and i'm doing these stupid missions so people won't lose faith in the Inquisition." he sat up and looked right at you "From now on, count me out of party. I've had my share of bloodshed that can last another year."