"Amatus, do you have a moment?" Dorian called as he ascended the stairs to Vaxus' room.
Vaxus lifted his head from the mountain of paperwork stacked up on his desk, a world-weary smile on his lips when Dorian appeared. It grew just a little as Dorian came around the landing.
"For you? I have all the time in the world."
The mage grinned, the butterflies in his chest soaring into his smile. But as a silence began to stretch on, Vaxus' look becoming more expectant. Dorian blinked, then remembered why he'd come in the first place.
"I wanted to show you something," he explained, finally. "If you'll join me, of course." He gestured down the steps, the wide grin still on his lips.
It took only moments for Vaxus to reply with an exasperated, but quite thankful 'yes'. Pushing up and away from his desk, he tromped across the room in only a few strides. Dorian happily grabbed his hand and lead him down the stairs, across Skyhold and out into the open air. To a place Vaxus had never set foot.
He looked about with wide-eyed wonder, the weariness of his smile beginning to fade away. "What is this place?"
"Solas, of all people, shared the location," Dorian shrugged. "If you can believe it." The warrior nodded slowly, the smile still curled upon his lips. "And," he added. "some of the kitchen staff helped me set up this." Dorian stepped aside, allowing Vaxus a clear view of the small picnic set up.
"Dorian," Vaxus breathed. "This is perfect!"
The warrior all but pounced on his love, dragging him into a powerful hug and following it up with a series of sloppy and happy kisses. Dorian laughed, half-heartedly pushing the other man away from himself.
"This is exactly what I needed," Vaxus murmured, his lips still against the corner of Dorian's mouth. "Thank you."
"Yes, yes. You certainly would work yourself to death without me," Dorian grinned.