The end had come. As the world rattled and shook around them, as the ready forces of the Inquisition marched, the world tore at itself. Everything they'd done, all that had been accomplished was for this moment. That morning Dorian thought he'd be prepared for it, ready to face down death and laugh in it's face as they Inquisitor triumphed. As his amatus triumphed.
Yet now, now Dorian could barely contain the shaking in his boots. Could barely keep a solid grip on his staff as they marched forth. Fear pervaded the whole atmosphere; a seeping, sinking feeling that let him feeling sick to his stomach.
They drew close and battle erupted. Adrenaline pumped through his system, spells flying left and right as he gave every ounce of himself to attack and defend. His eyes remained focused on Trevelyan, locked on the one he wished most to keep safe.
Their eyes met, and a newfound fear flooded Dorian as he scrambled to get closer to the Inquisitor.
"Wait!"
Dorian stretched an arm out, getting caught on a bit of debris taking him away from the Inquisitor. He floundered, but could get no closer.
"We made it, Dorian." Trevelyan turned his head, smiling that smile that crinkled his eyes just so. That way that left butterflies in Dorian's stomach every time. Except this one. Now his heart sunk down into the pit of his stomach.
Both sets of eyes fell to the mark on the Inquisitor's hand. The Anchor that was the key to this all. Dorian swallowed the lump in his throat, looking back up to his lover's eyes with fear and worry. Trevelyan looked back up to Dorian's face and nodded. This was it, Dorian could feel it. The sinking feeling growing exponentially worse.
"Don't do this," he pleaded.
"I have to, I have to stop this. You remember that future!"
Dorian's nostrils flared. He did remember, but he found he did not care any longer. To hell with the rest of the world. He needed him.
"It could kill you," Dorian reminded him. Hoping, ever hoping, that some part of that stubborn man would be as selfish as him. "I can't live without you!"
"I love you." He lifted his hand then, training the Anchor on Corypheus.
The Inquisitor turned one final, reassuring smile to Dorian as the power of the Mark overtook him.