way of the dragon

insquishytor  asked:

Number 33. from the new prompts for Dorian and Varlen! :D

#33 - Celebrity/Fan AU (Pavellan. Dorian Pavus (celebrity) x Varlen Lavellan (fan))! Approx 2200 words, most under the cut <3

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                                                  Fan Service

Varlen couldn’t believe it. He was right there. So close that, if he wanted to, he could reach out and touch the hem of his shirt. Smell his cologne. Experience the sharp corners of his moustache. Creators have mercy… He thought. I am not prepared for this.

It was an odd feeling, seeing someone he had idolised for so long standing a few short paces away. A part of Varlen was convinced it was a dream. It had to be. What if Dorian looked at him? Spoke to him?

Oh gods, Varlen thought, trying to force down his panic with a sharp swallow.  I might actually faint. Or worse. What if I say something stupid? Shit, I’m definitely going to say something stupid. This is bad. Maybe I should run?

Dorian Pavus. The Dorian Pavus. Varlen had seen all of his movies – read his autobiography from cover to cover. Six times. Last year. Maybe slept with it under his pillow a few times. But he wasn’t obsessed. His walls weren’t papered with pictures of the man or anything. There was no candle-lit shrine. He just admired him. A lot. Admired his work, and the name he had made for himself across Thedas. According to Dorian’s autobiography, it had been a hard, long road for him to get to where he was. According to Varlen, Dorian had earned every piece of success he had achieved, despite what his critics said.

And he was standing right in front of him.

He won’t even notice me, Varlen thought, trying to calm himself. It will be fine. Wait, should I say something to him, then? No. No, I don’t want to bother him. He probably has to put up with people fawning over him all the time. I—

“… Hello? Anyone home?”

Varlen blinked, his mind snapping back to the present like a rubber band. Dorian was looking directly at him, those grey eyes digging a hole in his soul and filling it with pure disbelief. Immediately, Varlen’s heart took up a frenetic rhythm, and for a second he thought he might make good on his fainting comment.

“Y-Yes?” Varlen replied, staring. It was as though the dark haired man was standing in a spotlight. The rest of the café seemed distant – out of focus. Dorian raised an eyebrow, and for a second Varlen swore there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Or maybe it was just his imagination.

“Excellent – you are awake! Tell me, what is your name?”

Varlen’s mouth suddenly felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. It was the desert of Seheron. The desolate dunes of the Western Approach. Cracked as the mighty tundras of…

“M-my name’s,” Varlen began, but suddenly drew a complete blank on everyone and everything he was. He panicked. “Uh… Dorian!”

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how writing my clan lore went:

- i ended up eating corn chips, listening to fob, and typing at the same time
- it was nice but now there are some crumbs in my keyboard
- i don’t regret it tho
- amice (the charcoal/carmine/black g1 i picked up a few days ago) plays a big part in it (since i feel like writing about her)
- i wrote about 700 words but none of it is actually about my clan on flight rising
- basically at this point it’s just amice and she’s a bounty hunter or smth
- so i guess my nanowrimo project is a story about amice

tl;dr: i wrote about one dragon. actual clan lore eludes me.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

playing any game with romances causes me to make up approximately seven million little stories in my head that lead absolutely nowhere and are nothing but my character and the character i have chosen travelling and protecting each other in combat and giving each other meaningful looks when something is amiss and making each other laugh and having really deep conversations about life and death and what a shitty situation they’re in


“Alright kid, now that you’re more human we need to talk about your sense of humour.”

Longest hour in Varric’s life.

Vaxus Across Thedas series.