tell me you love me just one more time; viscera

[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

It catches her by surprise, the mare. She hadn't been paying attention, hadn't been looking, and the embarrassment floods her as she takes a step back, her hazel eyes widening. "Oh, no. It's my fault. I was being foolish." Her smile was hesitant, but kind, the crimson of her lips folding into a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

Her wings shift silently by her side, the dragon melting into something more familiar, soft down and copper, although this time not metallic. She hopes that the other mare would find it less intimidating, although Leliana had never considered herself in that light. She was just Leli. She was meant to fade into shadows, to work silently in the background.

She was nothing to be scared of.

She was not much at all.

"My name is Leliana," she finally offers, her voice made of fog. It is a deep voice that is distinctly feminine but not overly so. Low, pleasant, calming. It is the kind of voice you want to hear in the midst of chaos. It is the kind of voice you want to hear when the storm simmers into action. But not the kind of voice to whisper soft nothings.

She regards the other mare more closely for a moment, taking in the onyx of her coat and ignoring the sharp pain in her chest. It is something she would have to ignore; something she would have to get over. She couldn't go the rest of her life cringing whenever she sees a black horse. As the silence between then stretches onward, Leliana felt herself shift and then settle. She is good  at silence. She can manage this.

Let the other say what she wanted, when she wanted.

Leliana can wait.

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

yeah...your words are always beauty.