Dragon Age Oneshots

(Dorian/Krem) A Problem (Part 1)

Dorian sat across the tavern from where Krem was, but he couldn't help but gaze over in the man's direction every now and then. It had become habit. After all, next to himself, Dorian considered Krem the most attractive man in Skyhold.

As usual, the warrior sat on the back of the chair with his feet in the seat of it, drinking a bottle of wine. Suddenly the Inquisitor ran in as she usually did and it seemed that Krem hadn't expected her, and he dropped his bottle of wine, startled. It rolled across the floor for a moment, just a few feet away from the chair. There wasn't enough wine in it to spill out of the opening. Dorian heard Krem laugh about his mishap and watched him climb off the chair to retrieve the wine. However, when he bent down to get it, he winced. Dorian bit his lip. 'What happened? The Chargers haven't done anything all week.'

Krem grabbed the bottle and stayed crouched for a moment, as if he was trying to control the pain, and then returned to his usual spot with a shake of his head. Dorian got up from his chair and made his way over to the Charger.

"Hello, Cremisius." Dorian spoke, capturing the man's attention.

"Dorian. Good to see you." Krem greeted the mage

"How've you been?" Dorian asked. He was hoping to find out why Krem had seemed to be hurt.

"Fine, you?" the warrior replied. Internally, Dorian sighed.

"Great. Its just that I couldn't help but notice a few minutes ago that you looked... A little off. Something wrong?" he inquired. Krem looked a bit shocked, and also a little embarrassed that he'd been caught. He looked away.

"It's nothing. I might've cracked a rib sparring earlier is all." Krem answered. The fact that he was lying was obvious, and dorian scoffed.

"You've been in here all day." he said, and Krem turned his gaze back to the mage.

"H-how'd you know that?" he asked, surprised. Now it was Dorian's turn to look away and try not to blush. He wasn't going to admit that he tended to look through the tavern door when he passed by to see if Krem was there.

"I, um, didn't have to. You're a very bad liar." Dorian hoped that Krem would buy that. He did, and looked away again, definitely blushing this time.

"Fine. Maybe it wasn't sparring. C-can we go for a walk?" Krem admitted, flustered. Dorian nodded, and the two walked out of the tavern and up to the battlements. It was still early, only a little past noon, and the sun shone brightly. It was early spring, so the air was a bit cool, but not bad. As the pair got to a corner of the wall where it seemed safe to talk, Krem sighed quietly. Dorian just barely heard it. They stood a few feet apart, with Krem leaning against the railing.

"So, how exactly did you get hurt?" Dorian asked after a few moments. Krem's eyes met his for a moment before darting away again.

"I may have wrapped the bandages I use to bind too tightly yesterday. I probably broke one of my ribs again." Krem answered, sighing yet again. Dorian raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Isn't it bad to use bandages in the first place?"

"Yes, but I can't afford to have a real binder made. It's expensive for good ones, and I'm not exactly made of money." the Charger replied, his tone just a bit irritated. He ran a hand through his hair, and noted that it needed to be trimmed soon. Dorian thought for a moment.

"Maybe one day that will change. For now, though, you should really see a healer about that broken rib. I'd imagine it hurts more than you're letting on." he spoke. Krem finally smiled, nodding in response.

"It does. Thanks for caring, Dorian." he admitted, before leaving the mage alone on the battlements. Dorian sighed. He was going to have to do something about that.