fic: Never Gets Used To You 5/? (ficuary)

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Title: Never Get Used To You
Chapters: 5/?
Author: csi_sanders1129
Ratings: K+
Word Count: 540
Pairings/Characters: Inquisitor Trevelyan/Dorian Pavus, others.
Synopsis: A series of (connected?) drabble things for Dorian and the Inquisitor (Male, Trevelyan)
Comments: Written for Ficuary 2021, Prompt: Marketplace.  Comments and kudos would be awesome. Enjoy!

Chapters 1-4 HERE

Dorian has spent the better part of the last several months working on something special.

It's required a great deal of secrecy on their many journeys. He's subtly chatted up most of the merchants at the various market stalls they happen upon - which always seem to be in the most dreadful of places. He sources a schematic for a very impressive pommel from a man in the canyon in the Hissing Wastes. He talks a grumpy old lady with an even grumpier Mabari hound into selling him the plans for an equally robust haft in Suledin Keep in Emprise du Lion. The design of the sword itself he works out with Harritt and Dagna in the Undercroft, crosses that off the list of things to do.

From there, collecting the masterwork materials needed to craft the weapon is another monumental task. He gathers a carefully planned amount of various fade-touched materials that will leave the greatsword's wielder as protected as can be – offering speed and strength and defense all at once. Some he accumulates as stealthily as possibly on their missions, others he purchases from all sorts of traders and dealers when he can get away from the Inquistor long enough to do so without arousing too much suspicion.

And then there are the materials for the runes. He's found a way to apply more than one to the sword and he talks Dagna into perfecting them, crafting superb runes that will provide as many benefits as possible. Those supplies, too, are costly and difficult to source, but he finally gets his hands on them all.

No doubt some at Skyhold think he's up to something nefarious, but that could not be farther from the truth. He shrugs off the wary glances from Vivienne and Mother Giselle when they catch him lurking about or sneaking supplies from his hoard down to the Undercroft and continues his planning.

Until, finally, it is done.

When the weapon is complete, he is eager to gift it to the Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor returns to his chambers from the War Room after a long day of going over reports about Corypheus' latest movements and discussions about the moves that need be made to secure more allies in the fight against him. Dorian is waiting for him there, the gift wrapped and laid across the bed.

"For you, Amatus," he offers.

Perplexed, but clearly interested, the Inquisitor unwraps the sword, and is immediately awed by it. The greatsword is gorgeously designed as well as practical and it fits perfectly in the man's hands like it was meant to fit there. It's accented with the same color the Anchor gives off, that brilliant, blinding green. "It's stunning," the man says, sweeping Dorian into an appreciate embrace and an even more enthusiastic kiss.

They name the sword Dragonfall, though they are both sure it will easily slay a lot more than dragons on their journeys. With any luck, it will slay Corypheus, too, and free the world from the danger of the Rift. With any luck, it might let them live to see the end of the Inquisition, and let them live some semblance of a happily ever after.

Chapter 6 HERE