It was over, finally. Vaxus heaved a weary, but grateful sigh of relief. Corypheus was defeated and the insane holy war that had been following the magister around was over. He sheathed his sword, looking across the battlefield, gaze locking with Dorian's.
Vaxus smiled, a light chuckle starting to bubble up. He trotted across the rubble, all but tackling the mage in a bear hug.
"It's over," he murmured against Dorian's shoulder. "It's finally over."
"And you're safe," Dorian added, returning the embrace.
Vaxus began to pepper Dorian with small, feather light kisses. From his lips, to each corner of his mouth them up his jaw and around his cheeks. Nose, forehead, eyes. Every inch he could reach, he was gently pressing his lips over Dorian's skin. The mage was laughing and only half-heartedly trying to brush his boyfriend off.
Having none of it, Vaxus braced himself and twisted Dorian around into a low dip. He captured his love's lips with his own in a powerful victory kiss. It was over and maybe, just maybe, they could start to get some semblance of normal in their lives.
"Yeah, the rest of us are fine too."
Varric's voice broke into the serenity of the moment. Vaxus nearly dropped Dorian, who hissed when Vaxus nicked his tongue with his teeth pulling away so fast. The dwarf laughed merrily, in spite of the daggers Dorian shot him.