the world is so inconceivable
For: @chaoslindsay
By: @amurderof
Tags: nsfw, no other warnings apply
Prompt: - time travel threesome! Older!Dorian travels back to the present and blows Dorian/Bull’s minds not only with being absolutely awesome at sex but also with the obvious depth of his affection for Bull, speaking to a long-lasting loving relationship that Dorian never thought possible for himself
“Are you really?” Sera asks, voice breathless and still too-loud in the revelation that’s followed his — no, the stranger’s, the impostor’s — appearance. “All messed up with your own magic again?”
What do you mean “again”? Dorian’s already halfway to asking, rolling his shoulders back and tipping his head up, opening his mouth — when the impostor laughs, laughs and smiles so easily that it makes something within Dorian’s chest seize painfully. Delightful. His heart will simply give out. Unfortunately everything you’ve fought for in your entire life will be for naught when you decide at some point in the future to fuck it all up and send yourself back to terrify your younger self to death.
“I don’t mess up, Sera,” the impostor says, and his smile colors the words, and he doesn’t at all posture when he says it, and Dorian knows that the man before him is utterly foreign. A stranger. This simply can’t… And then the man turns to Dorian and his smile goes soft around the edges, indulgent and what Dorian wishes desperately were patronizing. “Oh, look at me. What year is it? I’d forgotten how young I looked.”
“It’s 9:42 Dragon,“ Adaar pipes up helpfully, because she’s enraptured with this turn of events, it would appear. Dorian half-expects her to turn to him at any moment and harangue him for never telling her time magic could be applied so frivolously, for the delight of everyone in the room save Dorian himself. "Where — when are you from?”
“Oh, just ages past,” the imposter replies, and he lifts a hand to his chin and scrutinizes Dorian. Dorian has to fight off the urge to step back, or turn and leave. What kind of friend would he be were he to leave Sera and Rae to this — well, to what is clearly a demon. Clearly. Obviously.
“I’m finding the Seeker. If no one else here sees the danger involved in standing about with our tongues lolling out of our mouths, then I will need to take the initiative to protect the future of the Inquisition.”
And that gives him the excuse he needs to — not flee, blessed Andraste, he’s not the kind of man who flees from any such thing. But to extricate himself from what will surely be an increasingly troublesome conversation.
Ha. Troublesome. Troublesome.
He finds Cassandra walloping one of the training dummies in the courtyard, and it’s only as he arrives and she lowers her sword that he realizes he has to now explain why he requires her unique talents.
“Shit,” he says with feeling, and she lifts one of her naturally perfect brows (oh, he despises her) and purses her lips.



