leliana

[leliana]

I know what it is but I'm hoping that all is well
no harvest of green but it's still my heart to sell

She brushed off his demands with a shake of her lovely head, lips curling. “That’s not your call to make, Dovev,” she leaned over, her breath ons his cheek, her teeth pulling gently at the corner of his mouth, testing and teasing, tasting the salt on his skin. “I want to save you, and I will. If you insist on tearing yourself apart, then I will have no choice but to pull you back together again.” She met his gaze with her own, not matching the heat of his, the frustration, but holding it steady and not backing down. She was cool under pressure, steady when others nerves may have jangled. She did not fear him.

Even though perhaps she should have.

She closed her eyes at the sound of her name on his tongue, the richness of it. He lay his forehead against her, and she murmured in response, the words difficult to decipher, the noise soothing and calm. “Shh,” she whispered, her heart aching at his confessions. “It’s okay. I’m here now.” She didn’t move her head from where it lay, pressed up against his own, but her wings unfurled, the appendages long and graceful, back to feathers again, although the color remained black. The edges reached for him, brushing along his sides with soft strokes, tiny brushes down his sides, across the ridges of the bone and to his very flesh.

“I have barely slept,” she made her own confession, feeling his breath as it rippled across her skin. She moved then, shifting to the side and coming to press her chest up against his own, loving the warmth of him, even though some of it remained shielded by the armor that slowly overtook his body. She leaned her cheek on his back and rested there, closing her eyes. “I spend most nights thinking of you.”

Wandering the borders of Tephra, the warm water lapping at her ankles, the salt breeze tangling her hair and pushing it from her face. Even the curled warmth of her sister had not always been enough to steady her nerves, to let sleep come to her. “I didn’t think that you’d want me to come find you again.” It had been bold of her to hunt him down once, but she wasn’t going to force herself upon him.

“Or I would have been there, every night.”

I put everything I had into something that didn't grow
like going on a wild hunt, shooting arrows without a bow