Graham held back a sigh as Vivienne led him to another shop in the fancier part of Val Royeaux. He knew she was trying to do something nice for him, but it wasn't really his thing. He looked around the shop, pretending to listen as Vivienne greeted the clerks. This one seemed just like the other places they had visited, but with a different selection of fabrics.
"Allow me to introduce our dear Inquisitor, Graham Trevelyan," Vivienne said.
At the sound of his name, Graham looked over and opened his mouth to greet the clerks, but something behind them caught his eye. It was a strip of bright red cloth. Before he could figure out what it was, his manners returned, and he greeted the clerks.
"Hello, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said, hoping his smile wasn't too fake.
"Oh no, the pleasure is ours Inquisitor. Is there anything in particular you are here for?"
His eyes flitted back to the cloth, which he could now see was a scarf. He walked over to it. It seemed to be made out of carmine colored silk. Along the edges someone had used golden and orange threads to embroider flames. For whatever reason it reminded him of Dorian.
He turned back to the clerks, holding the scarf, "Yes, actually. How much is this?"
One thing Graham liked about Dorian was how predictable he could be, even if he'd never admit to it. Graham found him sitting in his chair in the library pouring over some book like he always did during the afternoon when they were at Skyhold. Graham didn't have enough time to read the title on the spine before Dorian noticed him and set it down.
"Need something, Amatus?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes," Graham said as he revealed the box he had been hiding behind his back, "I need to give you this, and before you say anything, I bought it with my own money."
Dorian shot him a suspicious look as Graham handed the box to him. He had had it wrapped with a relatively plain looking black and gold paper. Dorian ripped through the paper, and opened the box. His face became unreadable, "A scarf?"
Graham scratched the back of neck, "I saw the flame embroidery, and immediately thought of you. You're always complaining about how cold you are, and I know how much you like silk, so I got it for you. I know it's a little cheesy, but do you like it?"
Dorian looked up with that half smile half frown that he had whenever Graham did something that touched his heart. Before Dorian could even say anything, Graham knew he loved it just from that look, and Graham felt his heart melt.
Dorian looked back down at the scarf, "It's," he cleared his throat, "The flames are a little gaudy, but," he looked back up at Graham, "I love it, thank you."
"I knew you would."
Dorian looked around the library, and up at the rookery before turning around to set the box and the scarf on his chair. He grabbed Graham's hand, and placed a kiss to the back of it, "I'll make this up to you."
Graham chuckled, "It's a gift, Dorian. You don't have to."
"So you don't want me to be in your quarters later?"
"I never said that. I just don't want you to feel like you have to repay me for everything."
"I know, but I want to," he grabbed the box again, and placed a quick kiss on Graham's cheek, "I will see you later."
Graham watched as Dorian headed down into the rotunda with a smile. He followed him after a few minutes feeling warmer than he had in a long time.