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A couple of days of enforced bed rest had Cole's thigh knitted up and the bruising mostly gone from sight. After so long trapped inside, it was hardly surprising that Cole immediately took off into the yard and gardens, visiting all the animals and people he hadn't been able to see while he was healing.

It was around dinner time that he realised he felt something tight and hard, an over wound string waiting to snap. He followed it, flicking through shadows and almost distracted by the bright, painful grief of a soldier, but the grief would burn out and this felt bad.

This was Dorian. Dorian needed him. Cole made his way up to Dorian's reading nook, making sure to be noticeable before he rounded the corner. "Dorian?"

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"I could -- they are the masters of the weave, those insane Orlesians." Dorian paused again, before he tipped his head back at Cole, "I would be delighted - but you hate Val Royeaux. Why would you?"

"I don't hate Val Royeaux... I just don't like it. It has bad memories. The Spire..."

The Circle tower. Where Cole had been abused and died and this Cole had haunted for months. Maybe years.

"Because you enjoy it. And you enjoying it will ease the way it cuts into me from my memories. I want to think nice things about it."

"Which would be enough reason for anyone to hate it, my dear Cole." Dorian's tone softened, as he touched the other man's cheek, stroking his fingers down that chin again.

One corner of his mouth tilted up, then the other, "Well, then allow me to take you out for a day of indulgences."

"What indulgences?" He chased the touch with his face, nuzzling and pressing into it. "Can I get a new knife? Silk is good, but Dart's tip snapped off in the Red Templar who hit me."

Indulgence, for him, was usually Cadash's gifts of new knives and daggers. And, once, Varric dragging him to the blacksmith with several hides of dragonling leather for new armour.

"... could I get a hat?"

"Oh, let's see ... apparently the best weaponsmiths money can buy, fine cloth for me, wine and food and chocolate for us both ... " Dorian turned that nuzzling face towards his, so he could kiss those soft lips a few times, before he laughed.

"And yes, a hat. I will even get you one with a feather on it."

Cole returned the kisses, just as light and fond and teasing and shifting his weight to push his knees under Dorian's arms and against his ribs. He'd wrap them around Dorian's waist, but the back of the chair made that difficult.

"Feathers should be on birds."

Dorian shifted his grip, so Cole could straddle him properly and he could steal more kisses against those curving lips, laughing lowly as he did so.

"You never let me have any fun with fashion."

Straddle properly... and somewhat more suggestively, even if that probably wasn't Cole's intention in moving. Probably.

"You can have all the fun you want." He kissed Dorian's mouth, lingering on his lower lip. "Do you want to pick out clothes for me?"

Dorian never really knew, with Cole. He would move, and look at Dorian in a way that stated that he clearly wanted something to happen. Other times he was utterly surprised, or seemed to be, of his effect on Dorian's interest.

Although this time he was fairly certain Cole knew what he was doing ..

"Oh-ho ... don't tempt me. I would wrap you in snugly fit pants and silken blue shirts." He whispered against Cole's mouth, pulling him in for a slower kiss.

It was always hard to say with Cole. He certainly wanted to be closer right now, that was clear.

"I'd let you dress me up, if you'd like to." It made no difference to him either way, so if Dorian would enjoy it, Cole was willing to give it a try.

In many ways, which was why Dorian didn't stop the other man pressing them together, although he did consider how long it would take to get to one of the bedrooms past Vivienne's personal space.

"Hmmm, now that is my idea of a delightful afternoon. Dressing and undressing you to my heart's content. Will you let me buy you things that you will wear?" He whispered softly, as he nipped at Cole's jaw.

A lot quicker if Cole made people not notice them. He could still do it, even with two people. And Vivienne wouldn't really care anyway.

"Yes. If you'd enjoy doing that."

Dorian pressed another kiss to the corner of Cole's mouth, before he grinned widely. "Absolutely - but only if you like what you're wearing. It's no fun at all if you act like a mindless doll for my pleasure."

"I wouldn't act like a doll, because I know you wouldn't enjoy it. You like me being me, even if that means I ask things that hurt, or I get hit by Red Templars."

Like a doll was too much like a Tranquil and that thought terrified Cole deep in his core.

He brought his hands to Dorian's face, folding it gently and kissing him soft and slow. "And I like you being you," he whispered against his mouth.

"I always prefer you to anyone else ... but I would like it if you stopped getting hit by Red Templars."

Acting like a doll, like a Tranquil, would terrify Dorian just as much. Such thoughts, however, are driven from his head as Cole brings his mouth to his, drawing out the kind of kiss that sparks Dorian's blood all the way through.

"Right ... " He said, rather breathlessly, "And I like being able to disrobe you without everyone watching. Shall we go?"

"I would like that too," he agreed. But it would happen again. Their lives were like that.

Cole smiled slightly and moved himself off Dorian in a curl of smoke and shadows that tinged through pink at the edges instead of green for once. Standing in front of Dorian, he offered a hand to him to help him up.

He knew he couldn't keep Cole out of danger, no more than Cole could constantly save him. But with this, oh, he would beg Cole to be cautious.

...it should have been unnerving when Cole did that, instead of unbelievably sexually chargin. Ah well. Dorian took his hand and pulled himself up, trying not to grip Cole towards him hungrily.

Neither of them knew how to stay out of danger and trouble. It simply wasn't in them to do it.

Cole held steady to pull Dorian from the chair. For now, the knot of the letter in Dorian was soothed and smoothed. He ran his hand up Dorian's forearm, then smiled softly. "I can't move us both back to your room, though."

Dorian sighed softly, almost dramatically put on. "Honestly, what good are these powers of yours if you can't make the both of us disappear? Oh, very well - go on ahead. I shall meet you there in a moment."

Cole smiled and moved himself, pulling peach and pale purple and black smoke around himself as he did so, slipping through the cracks of the world to Dorian's room.

It was an easy place to find now. He had anchors and pulls to this place. He moved around restlessly, drawing wisps with his restless motions and emotions, fluttering lights of different colours as they reacted with what he felt.

Dorian had to take a moment, because, well. One should not walk through the halls of Skyhold as sexually charged as he was, and be a mage. He might end up setting some drapery on fire, or the like.

So he took a moment, took a breath, and then moved towards his quarters with the measured steps of someone who knew precisely where he was going. With purpose, he rounded the stairs, not running but walking promptly.

Although he rather wanted to run.

He stepped into his rooms, closed the door and ... blinked. "...Maker's breath, Cole. Are you trying to create romantic lighting with wisps?"

Cole looked over as Dorian came up, so he was already watching the door when it finally opened, the wisps closest to him buzzing with bright yellow excitement and soft peach fondness.

"No. I wasn't. Have I? They like the magic and the emotions and when I came through, I think I pulled them with me."

He flickered across the space to Dorian, pushing him back against the wall gentle and firm, one hand pushing the door shut as he did so. Leaning them chest to chest, magenta and pink desire colouring the light the wisps threw over them.

Dorian watched them float around, like delightful little blobs of emotionally charged lighting, his lips curving up into a smile.

"I am afraid you have. It seems they like the way you are feeling right now and have coloured themselves accordingly."

And there he was, back against the wall, the door now locked and Cole leaning against him. He hummed approval as he wrapped one hand around Cole's hip, the other around his shoulders so he could lean in and kiss Cole's lips fervently, well aware of how the globs were sparking different colors around them.

"They don't like or dislike anything. They're wisps. There's not enough them in them to like."

It was natural to slide his knee between Dorian's legs, wedge his thigh there and kiss Dorian slow and deep, even though Dorian clearly wanted to go faster.

"You know ... I find it utterly amusing that you find time to correct me on the nature of wisps when you are slowing down your seduction..."

Of course Dorian wanted to go faster - he always preferred the hotter burn of passions. However, Cole wanted to go slow, then Dorian would let him lead the way. He didn't even nudge his hips into that thigh, instead focusing in on the kiss between them, letting his lips linger and keeping his tongue well behaved.

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