Alphabet one-shots for Rilienus/Dorian. Fan-take on a mentioned-only Canon Character.
1. Adoration.
Warnings: Fluff(?), short first chapter. Modern AU or Thedas.
Dorian loved his curls so much - he adored them, and the man they belonged to, from the bottom of his heart.
Rilienus' skin was tan, "like fine whiskey" Dorian always said - a dark caramel tone that his eyes could never tire of drinking in... his hair was a dark chocolate brown, wavy and curly, cut at a medium length. Soft and fluffy, those curls were usually combed into tameness...
He loved messing them up, the look of indignation those dark, deep amber eyes gave him, the quiet huff through flared nostrils he was given. Even so, he knew Rilienus liked his hair being played with. Dorian supposed there was difference between ruffling the curls and threading his fingers through them, and a difference between Rilienus sitting beside him or standing - always a couple inches shorter than him - and leaning on him, or sprawling over the couch with his head resting on Dorian's lap, or sitting just in front of him - though Dorian was usually brushing tangles out of those same tresses and his legs were around Rilienus' waist, loosely, to keep him in place.
And then there was Rilienus' smile, the way his lips curled when it was a real, genuine one. Dorian usually kissed him fiercely, and how could he not? Those lips were purely kissable, and Rilienus was an excellent kisser. His eyelashes were absurdly long, the envy of many women, and felt, well, ticklish against Dorian's cheek when the other man purposefully batted them.
Those kisses were all smiles and warm laughs.
A happy sigh escaped the set of lips Dorian was thinking off, and he turned his timber wolf gray eyes down to examine Rilienus. His eyes, heavy-lidded with his lashes brushing his high-cheekbones, were fixed on Dorian's features, mouth curved gently into a smile.
Dorian smiled in return, mouth stretching upwards of their own violation.
"What are you thinking about..." his voice was smooth and pleasant, and warm.
Dorian felt like he could drown in it, in complete bliss. He wondered if Rilienus felt the same about his voice. Could he ask that? Rilienus' sketchbook was closed, and he was setting it aside on the coffee table. He could ask.
The pause was brief, despite the thoughts racing through his mind and the speeding if his heart in anticipation. In less than a heartbeat, Rilienus' expression had turned shy, amd his voice carrying undertones of tentativeness and boldness in equal amounts. "...Amatus?"
Warmth flooded through him - Maker, I'm going to drown in this feeling, he thought... no, promised - and his features melted tenderly. He stroked the side of his lover's head, through his hair.
His mind worked for a good answer. He could ask, but how should he?
Certainly, he couldn't just blurt it. Perhaps-
Rilienus' fingertips touched his jaw lightly, caressing their way upwards. Dorian kissed at the palm of his left - and dominant, another trait Dorian adored, and it was one his lover was very self-conscious and insecure about, sadly - hand.
The words almost said themselves, almost possessed his tongue. I love you.
"I adore you," he said instead.
While these are in alphabetical order, they aren't exactly chronological. Some "chapters" will be longer than others. And, thank you for reading. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, and please - Review.