Dorian never thought he would ever look forward to visiting Kirkwall of all places. This city was a shithole, after all, but it also happened to be where Elden Trevelyan lived and, honestly, Dorian would have traveled to the Deep Roads again if it meant seeing him. Maker, when had he gotten so sentimental? He leaned against the doorframe, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses, and just took a moment to admire Elden.

The former Inquisitor was reclining on the bed sorting through a few letters and Dorian couldn't help but reflect on how much he had missed this. He knew he was doing worthwhile work in Tevinter, but all the while his heart was here, always with Elden. Everything he did was for Elden, after all, and he looked forward to the days when these visits would be unnecessary, when they could be together every day.

"That's enough of that, I think," Dorian said when he finally pushed off the doorframe and headed to the desk. "I leave you alone for but a moment and you've already gone back to working. What are we going to do with you? Don't actually answer that, I have quite a few ideas already."

"I'm sure you do," Elden said, glancing up with a small smile.

He'd set his letters aside and was watching Dorian now, and while there was fondness there, he could see sadness in his expression as well. That wouldn't do at all. Dorian quickly poured them each some wine and set the bottle on the desk before moving to the bed and straddling Elden's lap, handing him one of the glasses.

"Something on your mind, amatus?" Dorian asked, leaning down to kiss him, slow and deep, determined to cheer him up if necessary.

"Sorry, I was just thinking," Elden said between kisses. When they drew apart, Elden leaned forward and all but melted against him, wrapping his left arm around his waist while he pressed his cheek against Dorian's chest.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Dorian asked as he sipped his wine, running his free hand soothingly through Elden's hair.

"I got a letter," Elden began, placing kisses to Dorian's chest. "From the Chantry in Ostwick."

"Oh?" Dorian said. He knew Elden had served there for a large part of his life, but he rarely talked about it and Dorian wasn't exactly sure on what terms he left. Considering the Chantry organization at large had turned their backs on the Inquisition, it wouldn't be all that surprising if he felt a bit abandoned by it all. He caressed Elden's jaw and tipped his head back so he could see his face, kiss his lips.

"I think I need to go back," Elden said, and Dorian drew away to study him.

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

"Not really," Elden said with a weak laugh. "I never really want to go back to Ostwick, but the Reverend Mother, she was a good woman. She died at the Conclave."

"Oh." Somehow it never occurred to Dorian to ask. Of course he must have lost people there. Still, Elden had never brought it up and Dorian hadn't wanted to push. If he was going to get any information out of him, though, perhaps it was all right to push a little. "Were the two of you close?"

"I suppose so," Elden said, not quite looking at Dorian. He set his wine on the bedside table so he could bring his hand up to caress Dorian's cheek, his left arm still holding him close. This was obviously hard for him, so Dorian waited patiently to see if he would continue. He captured Elden's hand and brought it to his lips. "She was strict and serious, but she cared which is more than I can say about my own mother. My time there wasn't easy, but she helped me make a place for myself, made me feel like I wasn't completely useless."

"You aren't useless," Dorian said, cutting him off, and Elden looked up at him, smiling so lovingly.

"What would I do without you?" he asked and Dorian wanted to laugh. He was the one who should be saying that. He felt like he'd waited his entire life to meet Elden, to be shown that he didn't have to put up with scraps; that he was worth so much more. He'd spend the rest of his life showing Elden that he deserved the same if need be.

"Did the Chantry ask you to return?" Dorian prompted as he set his glass down beside Elden's.

"They're holding a ceremony and asked me to attend."

"A bit late, isn't it?"

"Things have been a bit chaotic for the Chantry, even in Ostwick," Elden said. "They haven't even chosen a new Mother. They'll probably do it after."

And do you want to go?" Dorian prompted, taking both of Elden's hands in his.

"Yes," Elden said after a moment's hesitation. "Yes, I think I do."

"It's settled then," Dorian replied, kissing him again and urging Elden to lay back down. "I'll come with you."

"You don't have to do that," Elden protested weakly.

"It's important to you and you shouldn't have to go alone," Dorian said as he began kissing Elden's neck. "Unless you don't want me to?"

"I want you," Elden said with a quiet gasp as Dorian unbuttoned his shirt enough to kiss at his neck and shoulder..

He wasn't entirely sure if that was in direct response to Dorian's question, but perhaps that could wait for the morning. Right now he'd rather like to focus on making Elden forget about loss and sadness for at least a little while longer.