Strawberry Moscato
It was warm. Maker strike him dead if this was some dream or an illusion. For the first time since coming to Skyhold Dorian could say this weather is decent. That's how he ends up leaning against a tree in the courtyard. Not his usual place and four different people have already commented on his change of pace, but he puts it out of mind as a warm breeze gently rushes by. Just as the Vint settles back into his book his fifth curious visitor drops by.
"I thought you hated nature?" Skoll asked, highly amused.
"Only when it's cold, Inquisitor." A small, coy smile starts to grow on Dorian's face. He didn't bother looking up, the elf Inquisitors voice is one thing the vint would never forget. A voice like sweet strawberry Moscato bubbling over into his tan ears, tickling all the way down his chest and blushing his cheeks like one too many glasses. He hates that wonderful feeling.
The elf chucks so soft and sweet the younger Tevinter mage could feel his teeth ache. "Is there something you needed?", he asks without looking up, though to be honest Dorian wasn't even reading at this point. Playing hard to get is fun for him.
"No...Just thought I'd see what your up too."
The breath caught in Dorian chest as he looked up. The all mighty elvan Inquis-a-mom had been looking for him, just him.
"Just taking in the pleasant weather before it disappears into the void." He smurked, taking in the view. Skoll has a long face, like most male elvan though he is tanner than ones from the south. Unlike the other elvan Dorian has seen, Skoll has an unparalleled softness and warmth to his face. Orlais Chocolate colored hair dripped in around his face and down around thin shoulders. The rest was pulled back into a neat, low ponytail.
The elf genuinely cares for everyone and has a type of magnetizing charm that draws everyone into his snare. Under that though, every now and then the Atlus can almost feel the ice around Skoll's heart. At first Dorian had thought it was his imagination. Skoll is a Tevinter elf, most likely a slave that had been freed at the first signs of magic though Dorian didn't know enough of the inquisitor's past to be sure. He never thought it was his place to bring it up, though the elf had become visibly agitated when the pair had talked about slavery in the past. That must have been the reason, though he wouldn't press it, not right now anyway.
"...so-"
'Kafas!', Dorian curses mentally. He was staring at the Inquisitor while lost in thought.
The elf catches on immediately.
"A walk..." Cole's voice resonates from branch above, "He wanted to go for a walk with you...but now he wants to lay you between his sheets? What does that mean Dorian?".