Sum: Noah finds facial hair sexy.
Char: Dorian & Noah
Reoccurring notes: I wanted to challenge myself to write everyday so I've decided to write for 30 days straight about Noalanniel "Noah" Lavellan. I think I've thought up to 15 topics but after that it would be a bit blurry. This is sort of a writing exercise/clear writer's block exercise. You can visit my profile for the word list. If you feel up to helping me a little, you can add a word by pm'ing me :)
Word Count: 491
30 Days of Noah
6/2/15
Day 2 - Mustache
(noun) a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.
Dorian frowned. He'd been distracted by the fact Iron Bull kept turning his head in the same direction. He'd turned to follow the man's gaze but found that he was just looking at the elf who was just sitting there staring off into space.
He wondered what had the elf so caught up in his day dream that he hadn't heard a word that anyone had said to him.
Although - Dorian made the alarming realization that the elf was staring at Blackwall.
"Bull?" Dorian mumbled lowly, causing the giant Qunari to regard him. "Is he looking at Blackwall like that?"
"I have been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to figure that one out myself…"
Iron Bull looked up when he felt the heat of an intense stare. He was in the tavern having a couple of drinks. They'd just gotten back from a long voyage from Val Voyeux - he hated it there…
When he looked up, he noticed it was the elf inquisitor staring so intently at him. Their eyes met and that seemed to encourage the other to get up and walk over to him. "Is there something on my face that you're trying to burn off?" Iron Bull asked through a chuckle.
"You have a bit of stubble." was all Noah said, his stare continuing. Iron Bull raised a confused eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"Yeah…" Iron Bull snickered before going back to nursing his drink.
Dorian was furious but grateful all in one alarming go. The damn elf had gone and got his family amulet back even after he had expressly told him not. Now the elf was just standing there staring at him silently as he prattled on about - Maker, he didn't even know what he was complaining about now.
"Noah?"
"Did I ever tell you I thought your facial hair was quite riveting?"
"No…it must have been lost to the long list of things you've complimented me about in the past," Dorian said half dryly. The elf had never said anything remotely positive about Dorian at all - well to his face, anyway.
"I find facial hair…rather arousing…" Noah mumbled. Dorian's eyebrows rose, completely forgetting what it was he was just forgetting about.
"Oh really?" Dorian began to smirk as he stepped closer to the slightly shorter male.
Dorian woke up to the feel of soft but firm fingers stroking the hair on his lip slowly. He opened his eyes to see Noah staring at him through half-lidded eyes. "Morning."
"It isn't morning yet," Noah smirked.
"Hn?" Dorian looked blearily towards the balcony and saw that the moon was still very well visible. "Really? No wonder I still feel so exhausted…"
"That could be one reason." A slow sultry grin spread across Noah's face. Dorian let out a laugh.
"Whatever shall I do with you,"
"I can think of a few things…" Noah's eyes sparked mischievously.