“Admiring my little wolf, are you?”
Tobrius accepted the offered wine. “I must admit, you are to be congratulated. You’ve certainly proven me wrong in all respects—care to let me in on the secret of how you managed it?”
“For the moment, the ritual must remain proprietary. You understand, of course.” Danarius smiled like a cat with a mouthful of cream.
“Of course.” Tobrius paused, toying with the glass in his hands. “Would it be possible for me to give him a more… thorough examination?”
“Really,” Danarius drawled, raising his eyebrows. “I didn’t think you’d be interested. I’m afraid I’ll have to decline, however. He’s still rather delicate, and you, as I recall, tend to play rough.”
“I was referring to the markings, Danarius. You know, I realize finding a replacement for me is a frustrating endeavor, possibly a lost cause, but I would honestly have thought fucking an elf beneath you.”
Danarius’ smile became toothy. “You wound me, my dear. It seems your pet templar has his sword so far up your ass it has replaced your tongue.”
Tobrius matched that smile with a broad, mirthless grin of his own. “Funny, I’ve heard no other complaints about the state of my tongue. Quite the opposite, in fact. But if you’d like to evaluate it for yourself, I could give you a demonstration… if you’ll permit me a closer look at your little wolf in exchange.”
“You little whore.” Danarius’ light sigh was almost affectionate. “Agreed.”
Thedas’ worst ex-boyfriends. :|
There are actually two versions of the Tevinter AU, the fun one that’s all tiaras and garden parties and catfights and casual sex, and this other one that is all serious business
and casual sex.
Suddenly longing for a Danarius alphabet. Please send help.