Pain, Without Love Your aura is inside of you now, but… how long has Solas been following you? How did he even find you? Why is he on Ashi’lana? So many questions! You stare up at him dumbly, hand still holding your throwing dagger, at a total loss for words. He looks pissed off, and the combination of that and the fact you’re looking up at him as he reigns in Ashi’lana… Maker. You would…
Curiosity and the Cat Solas doesn’t call your bluff. You can hardly believe your luck. He may, in the future, but for now, he’s let your secrets lie in peace. At least, he didn’t pester you about it after you dropped that ominous line at him. In truth, it’s obvious he’s keeping his own secrets, if only because he’s terribly reticent about his past. But you have absolutely no idea what they are. You had…
Reasonable Caution One last person comes to bid you farewell before you turn in for the night… Cole catches you on the walk to your room. As always, your chest lightens at the sight of him. Such an odd looking boy, but he’s come to mean only good things to you. If he appears on your way to your room at night, it means this is a night where you won’t be harassed by the…
Wait, What? You fell asleep. You must have fallen asleep, because now you’re dreaming. It’s the kind of hazy half-dream you tend to have on the rare occasion you actually manage to sleep while your aura is tucked inside of you. You can’t really connect fully with the Fade like this… a benefit and a downside. You’re dreaming of Aimée, it seems. A wholly unpleasant subject that you dream of often enough for it to…
Childish The ride back to Skyhold is awkward. If Belassan notices the tension in the air as the two of you dismount, or the shame on your face, he doesn’t comment on it. He takes Ashi’lana back into the stables and you lead Revas in after him. Solas doesn’t follow. You give yourself time to grieve as you unsaddle and groom Revas, lavishing him with strokes and attention far longer than is necessary to clean…
Regrets You’re growing too accustomed to waking confused and hungover. As if sensing your complacency, the world decided to throw a curve into your traditional morning-after regrets. You open your eyes slowly, light stabbing into your dried-out eyes like red-hot knives. A large, brown, furry face looms into your vision. A gentle whuff covers your face in hot breath You blink slowly. That’s Revas. Why is Revas in your bedroom? You shift, and realize that…
Lull You take a few more moments to compose yourself and attempt to process. You’re not quite sure what to think at first. You walk in a daze towards the door to the Great Hall. Solas had been irritated, that much was clear. But it was at… your lack of concern in regards to your health? That was… confusing, to say the least. Of course, the idea that mere bruising, when repeated enough, could turn…
Bruises Lunch with the Chargers is fun, but their endless joviality distracts you so much from eating that you feel you may have eaten too much. Your stomach twists uncomfortably, and your face is hot despite the lack of stimulus. You’re also getting tired… the tremble in your arms is coming back. Well, you’re not going to let it affect your work today. You try to steady your shaking as you walk into the rotunda…
Progress You leave the rotunda before Solas does this time, more to appease him than anything. You simply curl up in bed with Solas’s Veilfire book, however. You can sneak some supplies into your room sometime when Solas isn’t breathing down your neck, and begin copying down some of the more interesting parts of the tome. You won’t always be stuck in Skyhold, after all, and you’ve never been one to let knowledge slip through…
Wet Dreams You shouldn’t have been able to sleep. You shouldn’t have been able to dream. Perhaps that’s what makes it so real when you awaken to find yourself still drenched, sticky, wet. Blood still clinging to every inch of your skin. Perhaps that’s why it takes you so long to understand what’s happening. It’s dark. You flail for your bed stand, desperate to light a candle, but you’re not on your bed. Where are…