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Night fell on Skyhold as Dorian made his way up towards the ramparts. Occasionally he steals himself away to watch the light fading in the sky. As he rounded the corner he found it occupied.

“Commander, I’m surprised to find you here,” Dorian confessed as Cullen noticed his approach.

“I’m sorry,” Cullen apologized nervously. “I didn’t mean to intrude…”

“Nonsense, I would appreciate the company,” Dorian reassured him as he sat down. “Would you care to share my wine?”

“I’d love to,” Cullen said. As he reached for the offered bottle, his fingers lingered on Dorian’s a moment too long.