omg omg ravi/dorian "put me down" im living
Ravi’s face was screwed up, indignant, while his fists beat against Dorian’s back, his feet flailing. The Tevinter tutted, hoisting the elf up further over his shoulder. The Inquisitor began to make infuriated noises that amounted to a cacophony of rage. Dorian considered it cute, really.
“What’s that, Inquisitor?” He drawled, beginning to descend the stairs; the thumping increased tenfold. “I’m afraid I don’t speak ‘strangled squeak’ - you’ll have to reiterate.”
Ravi issued a sigh of pure frustration. “Dorian, this was funny yesterday but please stop!”
Dorian took another few steps down the stairs, grinning as the Inquisitor began trying to tear as his robes. “Already, amatus? But we’ve already had one round this morning. I believe you have an important meeting you must be scurrying off to.”
“I do!” Ravi said, exasperated. “Put me down!”
Disregarding the request, the Tevinter held onto the elf and made his way down from the Inquisitor’s quarters. He stopped at the door leading into the main hall, savouring every curse, Dalish or not, being thrown at him.
“Ma ghilana mir din'an,” Ravi groaned, his struggling having been quelled by his resignation, “must you do this, ma vhenan?”
Dorian laughed. “Why, I’m rather offended you aren’t enjoying the view back there. I do not offer that angle of my rear to just anyone, you know.”
The Inquisitor guffawed, relaxing under Dorian’s touch. “It is magnificent, vhenan, but I cannot be seen carried like a child through Skyhold!”
“Oh, can we not? Shall we test that theory, oh Lord Inquisitor?”
Dorian reached up and lowered Ravi from over his shoulder, releasing him. The Inquisitor was pink from his cheeks to the almost-red tips of his ears. He pulled the elf close, wrapping his arms around him. Ravi snaked his around Dorian’s body in response, resting his head against his chest.
“Never do that again, vhenan.” The Inquisitor murmured. “I would never live being carried through the hall down.”
“The Herald of Andraste, embarrassed? That cannot be!” Dorian said. “Amatus, if I meant you ill intent you would be…less lively, let’s say. But I do not.”
“Good to hear it. Now promise never to do that again.”
Pressing a kiss to the top of Ravi’s head, Dorian then replied. “I promise, amatus.”