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hidden relationship;

hidden relationship;

The fact that you're in a relationship with this person isn't public knowledge. Actually, no one knows about it except for the people involved. Maybe you guys are just private like that; on the other hand, it may be a necessity to keep things a secret from others. Maybe you're both team mates, and others on the team would give you grief, or you're not suppose to be dating, or you're not the type to usually date and you're only testing the waters. Perhaps it's the combination of you two, possibly an odd couple, that would bring some controversy or some teasing. Or, you know, you could not want to deal with friends and relatives being busybodies. Your reasons are your own.

Are you content with stealing moments to be together as a couple? Do you want to make your relationship known and the fact that you can't drives you batty? Remember, there are lots of benefits to dating in secret. You can be yourselves completely, away from prying eyes, and get to know each other better as potential longterm romantic partners. In a way, it's ideal.

...still, do you ever wish you could scream from the rooftops how much you care for your significant other?

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[Open to any scenario, but I'd love to see her dating her boss or a coworker or a rival for sneaking around.]

[Open to anything, in particular dark/evil leaning characters.]

[ secret? but why? ]

[[For the purposes of this meme, she's from episode 7~8.]]

[ota! pretty much any relationship he has he naturally feels the need to hide, so.]

(ooc: canonically Victorian era, but can be moved to any period)

[The blond is the very picture of cold stiffness as he stands in the corridor, a bouquet awkwardly held in one hand as he struggles to think of an excuse should anyone come across him here. The best he can come up with is that his mother's sent him to pay her regards to the star of tonight's opera.

After a moment or two he realises he's yet to knock on the door. Heart in this throat he does so, excitement now warring with nerves. How long has it been? A few weeks? The short time he has tonight before his father will come looking for him is all the time they'll have until another excuse can be found to bring them together.]

[The Malfoys have been patrons of the opera for as long as Christine can remember. She and Draco had caught each other's eye at a gala one night, but it really doesn't do for a pureblood wizard of high standing to mix with a muggleborn witch whose life is dedicated to the opera. And an orphan, nonetheless. Beauxbatons is a prestigious enough school, but Christine knows that having attended there won't do her any favours with the Malfoys.

But Draco is different. So soft, when he's alone with her. She hears the knock and wraps her robe tighter around her, hands fluttering nervously before she lets him in.]

Please forgive my state of undress. You've caught me halfway out of costume.

Good evening. [His eyes brighten, faint shades of pink appear at his pale cheeks when she opens the door despite his attempt to keep calm and composed while there's still the chance someone will walk past.

For show, he asks:] Should I- would you prefer I come back later, mademoiselle Daaé? [He's not used to being denied anything, his family and connections have seen to that. But if she asked him to wait, he would.]

Oh no, please, do come in! You'll just have to excuse my dressing gown.

[She ties the sash of her gown a little more firmly and, once the door is closed, leans up to kiss Draco's cheek with a blush.] Thank you for coming to see me. I miss you so dreadfully when you're not here.

Not at all, it's- very nice. [It is a lovely dressing gown, made lovelier by the one wearing it.

The click of the door closing is like a weight off his shoulders, when she pulls away from the kiss he's even smiling a little.] The thought of seeing you again makes it easier to bear the wait. [He offers her the bouquet, quite small compared to others she might receive, but he'd been sure to pick flowers and colours which he knew she liked.]

((Open to most scenarios, I enjoy cross-canon lots and am definitely a-ok with AU settings in other canon verses or modern or what have you. Feel free to sling me a PM if you have questions!))

Cullen isn't one for books. He has read, he does read, he has his own collection. But he doesn't have the time to just pick up any old book and read it simply for it's own sake. However, there's that handy bridge between his tower and the library, and while yes technically it leads to Solas' sanctuary, it's only a few steps up to the library proper. He can think of any number of excuses for going up there. Speaking to the Grand Enchanter, looking for a book, going to see Leliana, any manner of reasons.

Of course, they are excuses. Really it's an excuse to try and catch Dorian Pavus unawares.

By all accounts Cullen should not find himself so charmed. The man is vain, elitist, rude, a mage and more importantly a Tevinter mage. Everything that Cullen has long been taught to avoid, if not actively hate. But Dorian... is not so easily hated. He's frustrating, but Cullen knows that's because Dorian is trying to frustrate him. He's winding Cullen up. And that is why, on the rare occasions Cullen comes up to the library, and there's no one about, no one downstairs and no one in the roof, he can do this.

This consists of walking silently over to Dorian, lost in a book, lean down, and kiss him. If they're caught it will cause no end of trouble. If someone hears them, he can't imagine trying to explain himself. He should know better, but this is like an intoxication. He simply can't help himself.

"Nose in a book again?"

Dorian is perched in a chair, one knee crossed over the other and foot softly tapping as he reads near the window, tucked back into a corner of the library where many can pass him by and never know he was there. He rests his chin on his fist, thoughtful knit in his brows as he reads over something that clearly has his interest. So much so he doesn't notice the Knight Commander as he slips around the corner of a far shelf to walk over to him and loom a little. It's not that the Mage isn't aware of the presance but he's not threatened by it in the least. Eventually he'll look up, just as Cullen is leaning down and placing a kiss on his lips.

Those brows, once knitted are now aloft in soft surprise, eyes darting to their surroundings when the kiss breaks. He knows cullen wouldn't be careless but one never knows who could be lurking, who could catch them. He doesn't want to bruise Cullen's good standing with a scandal, he genuinely likes the former Templar, maybe a bit too much. Which is a rare thing indeed. That they could somehow put aside their differences and the things they have been taught about each other and find some kind of...unexplained spark between them. Sure, they spat on occasion, get on each other's nerves around their companions, but by now, part of it is for show and for fun. He finds, winding Cullen up sometimes leads to more... exciting company later.

"Are you truly that surprised." He closes it and quietly sets it aside before the other can catch a glimpse of what he was researching. Lyrium, its effects and the stages of withdrawal or the dangers. He's heard in whispers that Cullen stopped taking the stuff some time ago and he may or may not be concerned for his companion.

"Taking a break from drills to come pay me a visit? You are so romantic." A slight jab, even if there is a fond appreciation in his tone.

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Cullen has always wondered how Dorian manages to lounge wherever he is. He's graceful, even if Cullen tells him he's a dramatic show-off. He's a cat, always at ease, full of confidence and some of that comes from ego, from upbringing and some of it comes from knowing, with absolute certainty that you are the very best at what you do. Cullen could never hope to match it. He's good, at being a soldier and a commander but he doesn't have that innate understanding that he can achieve anything and everything he sets his mind to. He really doesn't. But he grew up poor, relatively, and he's not unbeatable. And currently, the withdrawal from lyrium is taking its toll. He can fight, but he doubts he's as good as he could be. He knows that without lyrium, he's not as resistant to strain and injury. He certainly feels weaker. But that is not something he has shared. Not with the Inquisitor, not with Dorian. It does not need to be shared.

"I wanted a challenge," Cullen replies, flippantly. "So I decided to come and see you."

What sort of challenge he wants he leaves open to interpretation. Normally it's a battle of wits, sometimes words. Sometimes it's pinning Dorian against a wall and kissing him breathless. That would be welcome now, that would take the edge off, the need built during drill and sword practice. Dorian normally knows when he's wound up, he can sense it, read it, and he knows what to do about it.

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"A Challenge, is it?" He slowly shifts in his seat, considering their position and location. Surely someone could walk by at any moment and see them, at this angle they may not see what is happening right away, but it's hard to miss the strong, and familiar figure of Cullen, even from behind. Someone may interrupt whatever happens, they may be discovered, but part of that danger is also very, very exciting.

"It must be frustrating, all those strapping young lads down there being so unsatisfying." He reaches for the Knight Commander, boldly hooking long fingers into his belt and robes and pulling him closer so he's looking up the length of his body with something wicked in his eyes. Just the slightest tip of his head is enough to amplify his charms, make him all the more attractive and to expose the length of his neck at an appealing angle.

"Would you like me to...help release some of those tensions you have?" He can see it in his stance, there's a need under that slight agitation. He wonders if some of his hunger and lust comes from his withdrawal and needing a distraction from it. But Dorian is quite happy to provide so long as it keeps Cullen whole and safe.

One hand skims down over a hip to rub over the front of his trousers. At least with this, if anyone did stumble upon them they wouldn't be able to see what was happening. Certainly their current position might not look good, but it'd be easy to play it off.

"Do we need to find a more quiet place?" He asks, voice lowered so it's just between them.

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