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

She does not miss the jealousy, but she is not sure that she understands it. She was not something to inspire envy in others—that was her sister. Her sister who flared so brightly, who had constellation smiles and galaxies in her eyes. Exist who was so beautiful and wild and free. Exist was the one who was enough to cause jealousy but not Leliana. Never Leliana. She tilted her head slightly, as if confused, and then shook her head, the tangles of her red mane framing her jaw as it curled around her pretty face.

“You’re lucky to know your family,” she said quietly, her fog voice honest. “I have my sister, but my mom left us a while ago. I never met my father.” She wasn’t sure why she was being so forthcoming about her family, except that it felt right. She didn’t like to think about her mother often; her mother who had succumbed to the dark in her heart. Her father who was nothing more than a shadowy figure.

At her next question, she smiles. Unsure why the mare knew something else simmered in her blood but not correcting her because she wasn’t wrong. “I can show you,” she said quietly, taking a step forward. “It is sometimes easier if I can touch you.” She didn’t wait for permission, instead letting her muzzle come to rest on the mare’s neck, breathing in her earthy scent. She closed her eyes on a low hum, the noise in her throat, as she pushed her healing into the mare. There were no visible wounds to heal, but there was enough—there was always enough. It astounded Leliana how much people would just live with pain.

Her power flowed freely through her companion, dipping in and out of her veins, finding a path through her arteries. She found whatever aches there were, whatever bruises lived under the skin. She soothed them as only she could, exhaling as she withdrew her powers, letting it coil back in her chest cavity.

“How do you feel?” she asked quietly, her amber eyes finding the other.

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