Dorianxinquisitor Stories

His quarters were always insufferably cold. Lavellan normally wasn't one for getting cold, but with the high altitude, thin windows, and the giant hole in the wall in the room below, the temperature was ghastly. How smug must everyone feel, in their warm little rooms surrounded by rooms and walls deep into the castle interior. "Oh let's give the great Inquisitor the giant tower! No matter if the elements decide to inquisit his disposition towards dying, at least his prism of death will look ominous and powerful and while we're wrapped up warm and safe."

"Pointing out my... average height every time you see me is one thing," Lavellan replied, nose twitching in annoyance. The little movement cause Dorian's stomach to flip. "I am quite tall for an elf, mind you." "Of course you are, considering you always have your head held so high. It's a wonder how your neck hasn't dislodged itself from your shoulders yet." ~Just small moments between Dorian and Lavellan, whose height seems to be a recurrent theme in their (heated) conversations. Best Rankings: Number 1 in #dragonage Number 1 in #lavellan Number 2 in #inquisition Number 4 in #dragonageinquisition

{Modern AU} {Dorian Pavus x Male Lavellan} {All Song Lyrics Used Here Belong to their Respected Owners!} When Aywin Lavellan, who had coincidentally only recently moved to Santa Ana, finds himself rescued from an attempted kidnapping by a rather dashing Dorian Pavus, the heir to a prospering wine mogul, these two find themselves becoming raveled into finding the best of both worlds as their growing friendship grows into... Something more.