shooting arrows without a bow; any

[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

There is something kind about him, sturdy.

Something so wholly different from the darkness that consumed and ate away Dovev, even at his most restful. She sinks into the depth of his voice and finds comfort, just smiling gently when he pushes away her apology. She did not expect for him to expect it, and she doesn’t push the matter. Instead, she just rolls her mahogany shoulders and pulls her dragon wings tight into her sides. “Lior. What a great name.”

Something wild raged in her chest, but she turned from it. She felt its wild abandon, the sobs that made her throat raw—the hurt that ached, making her bones throb with its presence. She swallowed and then focused on the dragon-stallion before her, channeling all of her little energy into the exchange. She could not bear to think of Dovev; she could not bear to think of his form racing away from her.

She could not think about the words the gold and white stallion had spit at her.

If she did, she would break. She would crumple.

So she did not, instead, she let her mind catch on the mention of her sister’s name, and this time, the smile that twitched at the corner of her crimson lips was genuine. “Indeed.” Almost instinctively, she glanced over her shoulder, as if expecting her twin to come laughing into the duo. Her heart constricted in her chest with want of her sister, with the need to bury her head into her mane and forget the rest of the world.

“She’s my twin.”

In blood, in feeling, but not necessarily in looks. Although both bore the same wings, the appendages that twisted and dissolved with a mere thought, and although were built similarly, their bodies drawn up with the same feminine lines that were at once delicate and sturdy, they were wholly different. Exist was made up of stars; she was peach and indigo and laughing, wild smiles. Leliana was quieter—darker. She knew she didn’t draw attention as her sister did, and she did not mind it. It was enough to be warmed by the sun that Exist was; it was enough to bask in her presence, to love and to be loved by her supernova sister.

“I take it that you know her?”

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