Homecoming You watch from the battlements until the progression is out of sight, sulking the same way you had when Solas and Cole left for Crestwood. This time, however, there’s no Iron Bull to come harass you and snap you out of your depressed fugue, so you have to pull yourself out of it. It’s too early to head into the rotunda just yet, but you don’t feel like eating breakfast. You wind up just…
Date Night The tavern feels empty, still, without Bull and the Chargers. Maker, where are they? How much longer are they going to be away? They left the same day as you, so it’s been… what, nearly three weeks? They could be gone much longer, you have to admit. Months. Where had they even been sent? You have no idea. You miss them. But right now, you’re a bit distracted from thoughts of Bull and…
Powerful Women It’s time to deliver this missive to the person you’d been putting off… Seeker Pentaghast. The last time you’d spoken with her, she’d point-blank asked if you were a mage and then quizzed you on your friendship with Cole. You’re not really looking forward to speaking with her again. If anything, she’s more dangerous to you than even Commander Rutherford. Your own personal thoughts on the impossibility of “retiring” from the Templars aside,…
Worth WHAM You scream as you’re hit from behind, though not hard enough to knock you over. You spin around, stumbling away, and sure enough, there’s a fucking Mabari attacking you. You need to learn to trust your fucking instincts! You back away, hands up as if you could convince the slobbering beast not to attack. It charges again, of course, and this time, knocks you right onto your ass. Everything is fur and fangs…
Caught You There’s a half-second of confusion as you watch Sera skyrocket upwards into the sky before you realize she’s not going up, you’re going down, you’re going down fast and far and then your body finally reacts. The first thing you do is scream—and you continue to scream the entire time, admittedly. Maybe not the most noble way to die, screaming and hurtling through the air, but you’ve never been one to go out…
Falling For You It’s afternoon by the time Solas convinces you that the elves can handle the rest alone, and you’re no longer needed. It’s about fifteen minutes after that when he manages to actually tear you away from the goats. You can’t help it! They’re so cute, with their soft, fluffy lips and bizarre eyes. And the little noise they make. Maaaa. You have always been more fond of such animals when compared to…
Maaaaaaaasplat Maaaaaaaaaaaaasplat What…. what the fuck? It’s clear Cullen hears it too, because you’re both frozen, your hands and his on his gift, eyes narrowing in confusion. Your gazes meet, as if to say… did you hear that too? MaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaAAASPLAT. “You heard that, right?” you’re the first to ask. “What in the Maker’s name…” You both turn to look over the battlements as you hear another similar sound beginning. And so you both see a…
Tired You’re still flushed when you skid into the rotunda, closing the door behind you as if you fear you’re being chased. Who kisses someone over a present?! None of the Dalish you’d worked with in the past ever did that… But you’re aware that cultures vary from clan to clan, and Belassan was from a largely Ferelden clan, whereas all the Dalish you’d ever known had been from Antiva or Orlais. Maybe Solas would…
One Brooding Elf Attracts Another You’ve gotten almost all of the tomes organized by the time a courier enters the rotunda. The man doesn’t look nervous at all, a sure sign that he’s one of Leliana’s. You’re instantly irritated as your mind flies to missives and all the work you still have to do. But you’re in luck; this man is delivering something else entirely. A small table is set by your desk, with the…
Upwards Mobility “Please, have a seat,” Leliana’s softly accented voice says. You swallow, hard, and do so, legs now trembling more from nerves than alcohol. “It seems you had a much more eventful trip than we anticipated.” “I’m… sorry for your loss,” you say, directing this towards Lady Montiliyet. “It… just happened so fast…” “Baptiste’s death was a tragic waste,” Lady Montiliyet says mournfully. But she quickly straightens herself. “But neither your doing nor what…