the good ol' days may not return || exist & leliana

[leliana]

I waited for something and something died
so I waited for nothing and nothing arrived

She had been by herself that day—wandering as she had become apt to do. Silence had become a welcome companion in Leliana’s life, a time for her to contemplate, to simmer in her own misery. It had become a chance for her to think about the tangled web her life had become, and all of the choices she had made that led her there. It was also a chance for her to heal, although if she was being honest, she did not feel like she was making much, if any, progress on that front. She still felt raw, exposed, vulnerable.

So it was not surprising that Killdare’s death hit her as hard as it did. She had not been particularly close to her grandfather, especially with his memory as fragmented as it was, but family was family—and he had been one of the few ties she had to her mother. To have one more piece ripped away from her?

It was almost more than she could bear.

But, before she even knew was what happening, Canaan was there, in all of his soft gold glory, his wings carefully folded by his side. She cried out softly and rushed to him, her wings transforming by her side to match his own, her slender body colliding with him, chest to chest as she closed her eyes tight. It was so good to see him—so good to stand there, clinging to him, knowing that he was steady, that he was certain.

For a moment, she stood there like that, saying nothing but soaking him in, before she peeled away. Taking a step back, she gave him a shy smile, hazel eyes peering out from the tangled mess of crimson. “You have no idea how good it is to see you, Canaan.” She studied him for a second, turning her head to the horizon and subsequently exposing that small scar. “Exist will be here soon.” She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she knew in her bones that her twin would find them here to make their trio complete.

it's our dearest ally, it's our closest friend
it's our darkest blackout, it's our final end