It had been so long, since he was this close to someone. His own life had been on hold since arriving at the Inquisition with small moments here and there to partake in what his life was, but otherwise his full focus was on the success, the battles, the desires of his Inquistor whom he adored heart and soul, his best friend, perhaps his only friend. Still, that did not mean Dorian did not want, did not desire something more in his life like he had seen his friend gain, that did not mean there was not the possibility to reach out on this moment in time, to see where it goes, to either leave it or take it and where was the harm.

All unexpected though, all completely random and all like a burning wildfire, unsure which direction to take when no wind guided it.

His fingers curled against the soil, his finger upon the trowel pulled away ever so slightly and when the other spoke he watched him, when he replied he allowed the silence to linger, didn't lean further into the brush of fingers, didn't push his hand but when the other leaned forward he sucked in a quiet breath, feeling the brush of his lips against his own and pulling his finger back from the tool, the ice quickly melted, leaving water in its wake. His hand pulling back, it tentatively moved upward, finger tips still cold and placed them on the edge of the others jaw, leaning in to return the pressure, his lidded gaze slipping closed as soon as he felt the firm pressure of mouth to mouth, a simple kiss, tilting upwards against the others affections, returning them.