"Mm, we've got to get a hot tub."

Dorian let himself rest against Bull, feeling spent and boneless in the very best ways. The one thing that it being a dream couldn't fix. Maker, he adored this man.

Dorian plucked a velvety petal from the water and twirled it in his fingers.

"Could you have ever imagined? You, and whatever this is, with me? A man, a Tevinter, a mage."