Graham double checked his bag of goodies he had collected. Fine wines, imported cheeses, beautifully baked baguettes, and several different choices of jams. Josephine had ordered a few of the things for him, and Sera had stolen the rest. Being friends with both of them allowed Graham to have access to a ridiculous amount of things. He made a mental note to make it up to both of them somehow.
He slung the bag over his shoulder, and placed his hand on the bottles of wine to help keep them from clinking together. He threw the door to his quarters open, and began the ridiculous journey downstairs. He still didn't understand why he was up at the top of the tower. He was, however, pleased to see no one, save for a handful of scouts, were in the great hall. It was a lot easier to get them to leave him alone than it was to do so with any of the random nobles milling about. He could simply just order them to go away. Thankfully, that was unnecessary, as they just watched him as he approached the door that led to the gardens and other quarters.
He felt almost giddy as he stepped out into the night air. It was like he was a teenager again, sneaking around to avoid the ire of his parents. Now, he was just trying to avoid pointless and annoying conversations, but it gave the same rush.
He all but sprinted up the stairs to the quarters. He almost tripped from excitement when he saw the thin sliver of golden light coming out from Dorian's door. It wasn't late by any means, but with the life they had, sleep could be rare.
Graham took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Dorian asked.
A wide grin spread across Graham's face, "Inquisitor Trevelyan."
Graham heard Dorian scoff on the other side of the door before he opened the door. His body language said "casual," but the large grin on his own face gave away how pleased he was with the surprise visit. He was wearing red and purple silk robes. He had what Graham assumed was a large wool blanket draped over his shoulders. The comparison between the blanket and the clothes was almost amusing, but Graham found it adorable more than anything. Dorian really wasn't made for cold weather.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Dorian asked.
"Nothing in particular. I just thought I would surprise you," Graham said as he handed Dorian the bag.
Dorian took the bag with a raised eyebrow. The other raised when he peered into the bag. His expression softened, and he looked a bit worried when he looked up.
"Are you sure this is for nothing? I'm not forgetting something, am I?" he asked.
"Only if I'm forgetting something as well. I just want to spend some time with you. Is that okay?"
The worry seemed to melt off of Dorian's face, "Yes, yes of course. I just- never mind. Come in, come in."
"Are you alright?" Graham asked as he stepped into Dorian's quarters. He had been in there a few times, but it still caught him off guard. Dorian had tried very hard to make it both cozy and inspired by Tevinter styles, but they didn't quite mesh well together. All the furniture was elegantly carved, while the bed was stacked to the ceiling with furs and wool blankets. Books and pieces of parchment were strewn all over his desk, and beautifully made jars and bottles containing perfumes, make up, and oils sat on his dressing table.
Graham walked over to the table and two armchairs, and set the bag down on the table. Dorian walked up behind him, and wrapped his arms around Graham. Graham hummed happily as he emptied the bag.
"How did you get all of this?" Dorian asked.
"How do you think? Josephine and Sera."
"Remind me to find a way to thank them both."
"Let me take care of that. I already have ideas, well, I do for Sera," Graham said as he set the last of the contents on the table. He turned, and kissed Dorian more chastely than either of them were used to. He stepped backwards, and sat in the armchair directly behind him before things could get even remotely heated.
"Oh?" Dorian asked and raised an eyebrow when he realized when where that put Graham.
"Not like that."
"Oh," he said, sounding disappointed.
"Sit down," Graham gestured to the other chair.
"If you insist," Dorian said, feigning annoyance. Graham grabbed Dorian's hand, and placed a kiss on the back of it. He couldn't help but smile when he noticed the way Dorian's breath hitched slightly. Dorian still got caught off guard by the romantic stuff, which Graham found both sweet and a little heartbreaking.
"Amatus?" Dorian asked once he got ahold of himself.
"Yes, my love?"
"You forgot the wine glasses."
Graham looked at the table, and just as Dorian said, there were no glasses. He nudged the bag on the floor with his foot. It was empty.
Graham let go of Dorian's hand to slap his own forehead, " Dammit. I knew I was forgetting something."
"It's alright. I wanted to know if you meant to do that," Dorian chuckled, "It is just us after all, correct?"
"Yes."
"Then," Dorian said as he grabbed one of the wine bottles, and stood up. He walked over to his desk. He opened one of the drawers, and retrieved a corkscrew, which worried Graham a little. Dorian walked back to where Graham was sitting, popped the bottle open, and handed it to Graham, "let's drink."
Graham took the bottle with a smile, "Let's."