Not EoS-compliant. Chaol and Dorian are both bisexual fite me
This whole fic is for level seven of Challenges by the Dozen! It will have 7 chapters in total, and it will (hopefully) be updated every seven days.
Challenges by the Dozen: level seven [write a seven-shot that you update every seven days] #1
Enjoy! c:
Dorian paced back and forth anxiously in his room. Chaol and Nesryn had just left to catch the ship that would be taking them out of the continent, and he couldn't help but worry about his friend. While he had had the Wyrdstone collar on, he had been separated from Chaol, and now, just after their reunion, they were going separate ways again. Dorian knew Chaol would be back in a year or two, but he couldn't wait that long.
There was a sharp knock at the door. "Come in," Dorian said without even checking to see who it was. He tried to keep his worried pacing to a minimum, but it was hard.
"Your Majesty, please stop pacing. It's been annoying all the guards for rutting hours," Aedion, his temporary Head of Castle Security, said, almost growling. Dorian finally stopped pacing and sat down in one of the chairs in his room, but he kept tapping his feet.
"Sorry, Aedion. I just..."
Aedion snorted. "We all know how much you've been moping over Chaol. He left thirty minutes ago, for Wyrd's sake. You'll be able to send messages back and forth once he's in the Southern Continent with Nesryn."
"I'm not moping over Chaol, Aedion. He's my best friend, and I'm just going to miss him," Dorian said, correcting Aedion.
Aedion raised his eyebrows, and then just sighed. He fished around in his pocket for something and handed Dorian a slip of paper. "I thought this would happen, so I ordered an extra ticket for the boat. Hurry, or you'll miss it."
Dorian's eyes widened. "I can't thank you enough, Aedion," he said, already scrambling around the room for a small suitcase. "Take care of the castle while I'm gone!" he yelled out as he dashed from the room.
"Five minutes until the ship leaves!" a short man shouted out, standing towards the entrance of the port.
I'm going to be late I'm going to be late I'm going to be late, Dorian thought over and over again, panting as he ran as fast as he could towards the boat. He had gotten out of shape while the demon had been possessing him, and it took way more effort than it had before to sprint. If Dorian had been thinking more clearly when he had left the castle, then he might have grabbed a chariot, but it was too late for that.
Heaving loudly, Dorian shoved his ticket towards the man collecting them and basically collapsed onto the boat. He leaned there for a few minutes before slowly making his way belowdecks to where he had memorized Chaol's room.
Dorian knocked on the door of room 19 and waited. When Nesryn opened the door to find him there, her eyes widened in confusion. "Your Majesty? What are you doing here? I thought you were staying in Adarlan."
He smiled sheepishly. "Well, I was, but then I realized that I couldn't go a year without Chaol, and it just so happened that Aedion had bought another ticket..."
"Nesryn! Who are you talking to at the door?" asked a new voice faintly. Dorian's heart lifted up immeasurably when he heard it.
"Chaol!" Dorian pushed past Nesryn and embraced his friend. Chaol was sitting in a wheelchair, but that didn't matter at all for Dorian. He was just glad to be getting to be with his best friend throughout the whole journey.
Chaol smiled at Dorian, and Dorian's heart kept fluttering as he pulled away from their hug. This was exactly what he had needed.