He will break these chains that bind him. The heads of his captors would roll. He was tired of being a windup toy for monarchies. He will be free.
Noel held his head high as he was lead through the streets of Redcliffe. He could feel the eyes of curious and fearful humans. The elves could only look on with knowing and pity. Noel did not want or need their pity, but he could understand it. His body had none of the muscle mass the males of his race were expected to have. Years of being starved and forced into submission left his 6'10 frame more elf like than Qunari. His white hair flowed down his back in a thick wavy mass. A few strands framed his gentle face. It emphasized the fact that one of his curled, ram like, Horns was broken off leaving a jagged nub ending just above his ear.
Since he was a small child, barely over 3 years old, his human captors had trained him to be nothing more than entertainment. No one would help him and he never had the full strength the escape. They drugged his food often to keep him compliant. At the moment he was basically a walking puppet that could barely keep it's eyes focused. His "master" guided him into Redcliffe's tavern with a misdirecting smile.
He was sat in a chair as his captor greeted the man he had come to see, Another rich nobleman who gets off on subjugation. Noel struggles to keep his eyes open as the men talk. The sound of a chair scraping harshly against the wood floor attracted his attention for barely a second before he felt someone's huge hands grabbing his face.
"Can you hear me?" A large grayish blob spoke to him.
Noel gave a slow nod in reply. The blob tilted his head up and looked over his face.
"Boss he's been heavily drugged." The voice said in shock. "Looks like a dangerously high dose of blood lotus."
"Let's get him back to Haven and have the healers look after him." A determined female voice replied.
Another blob joined the grey one and lifted him from the chair. He could hear the angry shouts of his captor as he was lead from the tavern. He was lifted up onto a saddle and settled in front of a hard body. The last thing his mind registered was the whine of a horse before he blacked out.
"When do you think he will awaken?" Iron Bull questioned the healer.
"Any day now, thank the maker we were able to flush the poison from his system." They replied placing a damp cloth to the sleeping Qunari's head.
He nodded and left the quarters to meet up with his men. Seeing one of his kind in such a weakened state was jarring. Even female Qunari filled out more than the thin male the inquisitor and he had saved. His captors must have stunted the poor kid's growth.
Bull approached his chargers only to see them picking on their favorite moody dwarf exile, Xanxus.
"Was it love at first sight Xan?" Krem heckled.
"It certainly looked that way to me." Dalish added slapping the short man on the shoulder.
Xanxus scowled at the two before shaking off the elf's hand. The rouge moved to walk past Bull but was stopped by the Qunari's hand.
"He hasn't woken yet, but I'm sure you couldn't care less." Bull grinned at the tan dwarf.
"Whatever." Xanxus grunted heading inside of the encampment.
The Dwarf made his way through Haven until he reached the infirmary. He entered to see that the resting Qunari had yet to wake up. He moved toward the bad and sat down on the stool beside it. He slowly reached out and ran his fingers across the lavender tinted skin. He took in all the scars that marked up the others skin. This creature was beautiful and he desperately wanted him to wake up. Xanxus remembered seeing his boss ride up with this beauty laying in front of him. He saw how small he was compared to boss and immediately knew something was wrong. Someone would pay for whatever pain his beauty was dealt. His hand raised toward the sleeping man's horns, but froze mid-way. The Qunari's large eyes had snapped open and were watching him with caution and slight awe. Xanxus retracted his arm and sat up straight.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Xanxus said.
"What are you?" The male asked in a voice like thick honey.
Xanxus' heart damn near stopped at the sound. Then he realized what the Qunari asked him.
"You don't know what a dwarf is?" Xanxus asked.
"This is my first time being outside of Orleis." He started off slowly. "My captors kept me away from non-humans after a group of Elves tried to help me escape when I was a child."
Xanxus grit his teeth. Who would hurt this ethereal creature? Xanxus would put several bullets through their skull. The taller male shifted to sit up in bed and stare curiously down at the dwarf.
"What do they call you dwarf? I am called Noel" He said.
"Xanxus." The dwarf replied.
The lavender skinned Qunari stood up and smiled at the shorter male.
"I like you Xanxus the Dwarf. Your looks are appealing to me and I find you irresistibly adorable" Noel said placing his hand on Xanxus' cheek. "Would you allow me to stay with you?"
Xanxus' brain short circuited. This beauty with mile long legs he desperately wanted to run his tongue along wanted to be with him. Noel let out a giggle and kneeled in front of him to be somewhat on his level and placed a kiss to the dwarf's cheek.
"There's no rush." Noel smiled.
Xanxus smirked at the taller male. He really hoped the inquisitor could close the rift, because he wanted to take his time getting to know this lovely being.