Silhouettes Swaying
A/N: Look I wrote this at 1 am when I was supposed to be sleeping and it was too adorable to stop. I feel that all of us first learn to love from our parents (that can either be a good thing or a bad thing) . I myself grew up with parents who were very much in love and still are, and I feel they’ve influenced me alot in how to love, just as Talia’s way of loving was influenced by her parents. I think thats one of the reasons i love the human noble origins so much, cause i relate to it so much.
A fog of darkness had descended on Cousland Castle, but not the kind that would frighten. It was a softer, kinder darkness that allowed the eye rest. A deep blue dark like that which could be found beneath the waters of an ocean. Rather than engulfing the world around it, this darkness merely embraced it fondly. Like a lover come to visit to give you the gentle comfort of their presence, who must leave at the come of dawn, but will only leave with the promise to come again with the next sunset. The guards armor clinked quietly as he made his rounds through the castles halls. Briefly, he stopped a moment to look out the window, almost squinting in the brightness of the full moon. The soft pitter patter of footsteps caught his attention, and for a moment he wondered who would be up at this hour. He tensed for a moment, half expecting to find a thief prowling. Then he noticed that the footsteps he was hearing were quiet small, and a tiny giggle followed these steps. The guard smiled ever so slightly and continued on his way as if he heard nothing.
Talia smothered her laughter with both hands, and peeked out from behind the wall again. This was a game she’d often played, and it was much more fun at night. The castle had been overrun by Orlesians and she alone could save them. Clutching her imaginary sword close to her side, she moved forward on her tiptoes, trying to be as silent as possible. She couldn’t give herself away to the Orlesians. Her family was counting on her. Her mabari, Brego padded along behind her, watching her movements intently. He was still only a pup and easily bored. Luckily he hadn’t barked much yet. As she began to make her way down the hall, she could almost feeling him following close behind on her heels.
Down the hallway, she noticed one of the doors was ajar and she approached it, her bare feet cold against the stone. Golden light seeped out through the crack and as she neared she heard voices, both she recognized. Curiosity flooded over her, and peeking in, she realized not everyone was asleep. She found her mother and father in the study, her mother working at the desk and her father standing beside her. They were talking in low voices, and Talia understood none of it. It was difficult to see their faces in the dim candle light, but Talia could tell her mother was tired. There were dark circles under her eyes and there were more lines in her face than there should’ve been. Looking closer, Talia noticed a soft sadness in her father’s eyes. He spoke a bit more and her mother shook her head. They seemed to be arguing over something, but Talia didn’t know what. Talia’s father spoke again, and held out his hand. Talia’s mother looked over at him for a while then smiled and shook her head. She put her hand in his, and he brought it gently to his lips before leading her out of her seat and to an open space in the room. He pulled her close, their hands still intertwined, his hand resting upon her waist, and they began to dance. Eventually, Talia could hear her mother softly humming a tune, trying to add music but the notes quickly died on her lips. Soon they were barely moving at all, just holding each other and swaying in place, gazing into each others eyes. Talia’s father leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to her mothers forehead, and the two rested their foreheads together, still gazing at each other lovingly. Talia smiled slightly, but she quickly decided to leave before they started making out.
Talia was reminded of that small memory more than 20 years later, when she found herself holding her wife in her arms, much the same way her father had held her mother, swaying the two of them gently on a balcony of the Winter Palace, away from prying eyes. Looking down, she could see Leliana’s eyes had closed as she rested her head against her shoulder, finally letting go completely, secure in her wardens arms. Talia smiled down at her, feeling flush with both the love she had found for this woman. Unable to help herself, she leaned down, her lips brushing ever so slightly against Leliana’s head, wips of red hair tickling her nose. Leliana looked up, and, seeing the look on Talia’s face, gladly returned the smile. She leaned up slightly, her lips calling out to Talia’s. They were so close together she didn’t have to lean very far. Their lips met, and this time, Talia didn’t shy away from kissing.
