leliana

[Dovev]

She kept coming so tantalizingly close to touching him. He ached for it, needed it. Yet, somehow they both restrained. Just barely. Beneath that almost-touch, his skin sang for her, twitching in eagerness to feel her. "Would it be so bad to unravel?" He exhaled a shuddering breath against her bare skin, at what she said, at the throaty sound of her voice, thick with a warming desire. Yes, this was what he wanted. He needed her to want him too. As badly as he longed for her.

"I would put you back together again," she promised softly, reaching for him again and stopping. A moan slipped from him, vibrating against her as he slowly explored more of her. With such agonizing care, discovered more of her.

She gasped at his little bite and his need for her soared. His breathing quickened. Mmm.. yesss Leliana, he said breathlessly into her, kisses becoming gradually more heated as he marked a path to the gentle curve of her shoulder, his chest pressing against hers. He lipped her, kissed her, nipped her, still careful not to rush. Taking his sweet time with her.

"Dovev. Why do I feel like you are frightened of me?"

Before he could answer, before he could tell her yes he was afraid of her, afraid of the power she held over him, but also that she should be the one frightened, he was violently ripped from her and thrown into a thick tree. He hadn't even heard the roar of warning. He shook off the dizziness, still weakened from his near-death that she'd healed. Furious black eyes leveled the gold-and-white, recognizing him as the bastard that had attacked him before without cause.

You! he roared, becoming the weapon he had been forged into and readying his stance.

"You don't even know WHAT you're playing with. YOU should be the one afraid," the stranger said to his Leliana.
Don't speak to her! he snarled, set to attack him when the man faced him suddenly. His eyes darkened further at his accusations, at his taunts to Dovev's memory loss. For now, he said nothing, sensing the man would not leave until he got things off his chest, until he said what he needed to say.

And then he talked about someone, asked if he could smell her on him. He breathed in reflexively, the fog in his mind stirred as it had that first day he met Leliana. Just a subtle shift. The slightest lock into place. He snorted uneasily, still afraid of releasing the secrets in his mind. Afraid of what darkness they would hold. Afraid he would lose Leliana forever.

The gold attacked again. Dovev ducked beneath the striking hooves, launching himself toward Leliana with a secret, driving fear. She was drained, could not protect herself with her healing. This was what the magician trained him for, protect something vital to him and kill swiftly. The man's back feet clipped him, bled him, knocked him a step aside. Dovev met him as they both reached her at the same time, throwing his full strength against the bastard and sending him a distance away before his bite could touch her.

But he didn't turn to fight him again. Instead, he raced off. A white-hot wrath was blazing within him. He'd tried to touch her, tried to hurt her. Dovev kicked into immediate chase with the intent to kill him, to finally get him out of his life and safely back to his Leliana.

to be continued and things

[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 had happened so quickly.

In one second, Dovev had been there, holding her, tracing his way down her neck, his touch soft, tender—and the next, it all turned to chaos. She had not heard him coming, not even thought to prepare herself. When he collided with Dovev, she stumbled to the side, still weak, still drained, but not altogether without defense. The wings that had been smooth silk just moments before unfurled, transitioning even during the motion. The black bled away, replaced by hard copper, the edges sharp and dangerous as the light glinted off of them. She left them raised, her chin lifted defiantly, despite the exhaustion.

“I am not afraid,” she said, her voice soft but steely, her amber eyes regarding him. She was no warrior, but she was also no coward. She would not allow herself to be bullied, to be shamed. She didn’t intend on charging him, but neither did she back away—even when he turned to talk to Dovev, even when words began to spill that caused her belly to turn, her every fear being made into a reality before her eyes.

Surround yourself with pretty toys.

Was that all she was? Just one in a long list of others?

Your precious Cerva.

The name stung. The certainty of it. The way it brought to life someone else—another who loved him.

Another he loved.

Do all those you play with become nothing once you have your way with them?

Was she just something to play with? Would she too become nothing?

She clenched her jaw against the pain that racked inside of her body, the agony that twisted up her throat. She despised what this man was saying, despised that he had turned a moment so beautiful, so precious, into something dirty—something foul, temporary. She shook her head, the red of her mane tossing, but it didn’t matter; no matter what she did, the pain had taken root in her chest and it blossomed there.

Leliana barely had a chance to find her breath before they were lunging once more. She realized, faintly, that the gold and white stallion was coming for her, and she took a step backward, her wings curled defensively in front of her. But Dovev reached her first, pushed the other away, and she felt more than saw the new wounds that blossomed throughout his body from the impacts. A soft cry left her throat.

Without thinking, she reached out for him with her gift, what little she had left curling from her chest and racing toward him, driven on by the urgency of her worry. Thankfully, the wounds were fresh and not nearly as severe as those left by the bear; her neck grew slick with sweat and she breathed heavily, but she did not lose consciousness. She exhaled heavily as she watched Dovev turn and lunge away, following the man toward whatever lay before him—his past, his future. Her heart constricted painfully and she stumbled away, leaning heavily against a tree, and then, when she was sure that she was alone, she wept.

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

Just wanted to wrap up this part of it! :) Have fuuuuun.