Skyhold wasn't normally quiet at night so it came as a pleasant surprise to Inquisitor Lavellan. The elf wandered through Skyhold, eventually stopping at the desk where Solas once sat pouring himself over texts. After so long he had given up on ever finding the bald elf again, he just vanished like dust in the wind. It was strange not having him there to answer whatever questions Lavellan had about the fade. Even though the two didn't always agree, Lavellan enjoyed his time with Solas and couldn't help but miss the elf. So many questions filled the elf's head: why did he leave? Where did he go? What was so important about that orb? Questions Lavellan itched to be answered. However none of the answers were given to Lavellan, the only thing he had from Solas was questions many, many questions.

Sliding his fingers along the desk Lavellan moved away from the room pushing open the door which lead to a spiral of stairs. Walking up each step felt heavy for Lavellan, the past few months were finally taking its toll on him. Even after destroying Corypheus there was still so much pressure resting on Lavellen's shoulders. The Inquisition was a large power source now, many people now raced to the Inquisition, with Lavellan being the figure head.

No pressure there then? Lavellan scoffed to himself. He knew he could handle the pressure, so far he had done an amazing job. The big bad evil Corypheus was gone by his own hands, the remaining members of the Venatori were losing their edge, the few loyal templar's were putting their trust in the Inquisition, even the Grey Wardens owed their very existence to Lavellan and his choices. All of Thedas was indebted to Lavellan, and he must admit he couldn't help but relish in the thought.

In his days of being with his old Dalish clan he always felt that his opinions never mattered. While his clan didn't ignore him per say, he just never felt as if whatever he suggested made an impact on his clan. He was just the hunter.

Lavellen walked to the library atop the atrium where Solas once spent his time. He looked around for someone but couldn't find him. He was always at the library, thought Lavellen, where could he have gotten to now.

Lavellan walked towards the bookshelves and scanned the spines, none of them stood out to him. Reading just wasn't a favoured hobbies of Lavellan's. Sure he had scanned over some of Varric's novels but most of those had terrible smut which Lavellan could be interested it.

"Suddenly taking up reading?" said a voice behind him. "They don't have any on hitting things with arrows."

Slowly Lavellan turned around, crossing his arms and smirking as he did. "I was actually planning on using them as weapons." He grabbed the first heavy book his fingers could find. "This looks good enough. Think if I hit you with it you'll become unconscious?"

Dorian smirked and rubbed his chin. "But then you'll ruin the pages," he reached for the book. "Besides, I've still to read this." He took the book from Lavellan and walked beside him, placing it back where it belonged.

"I thought you had gone through this library?" questioned Lavellan.

"New stock, a few refuges had them." Dorian walked towards the banister and leaned his elbows on it. Lavellan followed his actions, standing close to the mage.

"You were with the refuges?" scoffed Lavellan. "What were you saying to them? That their tattered shoes didn't match their grubby tunics?"

Dorian nudged Lavellan's rib cage with his elbow, the elf grunted out a laugh. "I'll have you know I am actually quiet a sought after person now. All those poor refuges look to me now."

"Because you're the 'good magister' now?" said Lavellan, a half smirk on his face.

"I think I'm starting to like that title now," Dorian clasped his hands together and looked down at them. There was a genuine look of softness saved only for when Lavellan was around.

Despite his teasing and jokes, Lavellan truly felt at ease with Dorian. When he was with him he could forget the stress, the hard decisions and could just relax, something he wasn't able to do for a long, long time. He moved himself closer to Dorian so their forearms were touching.

"Well you were always the 'good magister' to me," smiled Lavellan.

Dorian rolled his eyes. "And here I thought it was my good looks that drew you in."

Lavellan pushed himself off the banister. "Well that part certainly helped."

Dorian laughed and looked towards the Inquisition soldiers chatting away across the room. "Why are you here, Inquisitor?"

Lavellan tapped Dorian's shoulder, prompting him to straighten up and turn to face the elf. "Care to take a walk with me?"

"If I say no what will happen?" Dorian asked.

Lavellan put on a pondering expression. "Well as the Inquisitor I have the power to have you executed."

"Ouch," winched Dorian, comically. "Then I suppose I'll have to go with you. I really would like to keep my life you see."

The two smiled at each other for a moment before wandering out of the library. They walked through the throne room, laughing about some private joke, a few people looked at them and whispered to each other with smiles on their faces. Lavellan wondered what his clan would think of his choice of lover, a Dalish elf and a mage of the Tevinter Imperium made for an odd couple. However, no one brought it up, the two men clearly didn't care and Lavellan found it dangerously fun. He could hear his former Keeper yelling at him for such a choice, but he knew the Keeper well and if it made Lavellan happy then the Keeper would adjust - even if he was a Shem.

The walk the two shared was fairly short, only down the staircase, through the throne room and towards the Inquisitors chamber. As Lavellan pushed the door open a young woman jumped back, dropping an armful of garments.

She took a quick look at the Inquisitor and scrambled to pick up the dropped clothing, squealing out apologies. "I am so sorry, Inquisitor. Please forgive me. I didn't see you there and now I've dropped your clothing. Oh, Makers breath I am such a-"

Lavellan held up his hands and helped the girl fold the clothing again, hoping that her annoying voice would cease. "It's quiet alright, Jeneiva," Lavellan said to the servant girl.

Lavellan remembered the servant girl from a few days ago. There were still a few Venatori members left in Thedas and Lavellan had the irritating task of cleaning them up. Lavellan had found Jeneiva in one of their camps just after killing the Venatori. She ran out of the tent screaming and weeping, Lavellan took pity on the hysterical woman and gave her a job in the Inquisition. The girl was rather clumsy but she tried her best and for the few days she had been employed she had done a decent job of keeping Lavellan's room clean.

Jenevia took the clothing and scurried away keeping her head low. "I am sorry again."

Lavellan rolled his eyes once the girl was out of eye shot. "I swear the only thing that girl says is 'I'm sorry', after the fifteenth time it got rather annoying."

"You kept count?" laughed Dorian.

The two walked into the quarters slightly relived to have privacy.

"That was a very long walk," Dorian said, walking towards the open balcony. "Warn me if we're ever going on such a long one again will you?"

"Oh, shut up," Lavellan chuckled, standing by the windowed doors.

After taking in the mountain view Dorian turned to face the Inquisitor. "Now there are two main reasons you've brought me here. Reason one involves less clothing-" Dorian smiled devilishly at the elf. "-and reason two means a lot of talking which eventually leads back to nudity. May I suggest you talk while I get off these buckles, save us some time."

Lavellan rolled his eyes. "Perhaps I just like your company."

"You do," said Dorian, fidgeting with his shoulder buckle. "But you also enjoy sex."

Lavellan walked away from Dorian and towards a table which held a bottle of wine and two glasses. One of Jenevia's orders were to keep Lavellan's wine flow steady - which she always did a bang up job of. Lavellan poured it the wine into two glasses before wandering back to Dorian and handing him a glass.

"Wine? Then it's defiantly reason one," he gave Lavellan a brazen smile.

Lavellan didn't laugh, his energy was drained. "Actually…it's reason two."

Dorian dropped his smile. "I'm guessing you've heard then?"

"I am the Inquisitor, nothing gets passed me," joked Lavellan. "So I only have you for a month?"

"You make it sound like I'm some long-term prostitute," Dorian moved closer to Lavellan. "But in all serious, yes. I'll be leaving for the Imperium in a months time."

"I was hoping you'd stay for longer," Lavellan said. "How do you feel about emotional guilt?"

Dorian hissed out a snicker. "It's the main reason I've stayed here for so long." He took Lavellan's free hand with his own. "You know I adore you?"

"Such a way to end a relationship," snarked Lavellan.

"I'm not ending this, I don't want to," Dorian said, dropping Lavellan's hand and moving his fingers to caresse his cheek. His thumb moved along the ink on Lavellan's left eye, he loved how simple the design was. "I really don't want to leave you but-"

"Then don't," said Lavellan, jerking his head away while using his free hand to stroke the front of his long coal black hair. "If you adore me then you won't leave me."

Dorian rolled his eyes. "You're being undeniably selfish you know that?"

"Do you think I care?"

"Emotional blackmail doesn't suit you, Inquisitor."

Lavellan knew a moment like this would come and yet he still wasn't prepared for it. Dorian had been with him for so long that he wondered how he ever lived without the mage. Knowing that he was going to leave for his home land so far away from Skyhold made Lavellan ache more than he thought possible.

Dorian put down his glass and placed his hands on the Inquisitors shoulders. "I don't want to argue with you. You know I hate arguing, adds years to the skin."

Lavellan let out a sigh but still was able to crack a smile. "A month?"

"One month, then I'm gone. However," he picked up his glass again. "That doesn't mean I won't come back. Besides, I enjoy your company too."

The two men scoffed out a titter before clinking their wine glasses and gulping down the red liquid.

"That's much better," said Lavellan, taking a step towards Dorian and putting his hand on the buckles over his shoulder. "Now for reason one."

Dorian let out a throaty laugh which vibrated between the two. "I told you we always end our conversations like this."

"I hate it when your…" Lavellan shook his head as a cloudy dizziness fogged his head, making his vision blurred and the feeling in his legs numb. "When your…"

"Are you alright? Seriously, drunk after one glass?"

Lavellan dropped his hands from Dorian and staggered back in an attempt to keep himself from falling. "I don't feel…" The room started to spin and Lavellan closed his eyes tightly. "Dorian."

Lavellan tightened his eyes and felt his body go limp, the impact of the fall made pain race through the right side of his body yet he was unable to cry out.

"Balsin?" said Dorian, kneeling beside him and shaking his shoulders. "Balsin?"

Lavellan's weakly opened his eyes half way to see a panicked expression on Dorian's face. He hated seeing him so frightened, he wanted to comfort Dorian to tell him that everything would be alright but the wooziness surging through his head made it impossible to keep his eye lids open for long.

Lavellan's eyes rolled around the room as he tried to force them to stay open. In a fogged state he glanced at the bottle of wine and a pang of terror filled his chest. The wine! Dorian drank it!

That's when he felt the tightness in his shoulders fade as Dorian fell beside him.

"Nn…"

Lavellan mumbled still trying to keep his eyes open he had to protect Dorian but in his state it was only a matter of time before he fully induced to sleep by the poison.

In the last few moments of consciousness Lavellan seen a pair of feet walking towards him. The feet were attached to a familiar looking servants dress.

"Je…"

That one syllable was all Lavellan was able to murmur out before his eyes finally shut themselves.

A/N: I told myself I wasn't going to start another fanfic but here we are. I really hope you enjoy as this is the first time I've written a Drange Age fanfiction. I really hope you all enjoy it.

Please feel free to review as it will mean the world to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading/reviewing.