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Thank you for the ask.

15. soothing kisses

Nightmares often came to Eryn; dreams of death and blood, of the Darkspawn and of Highever on that faithful night back during the early days of the Fifth Blight. Nightmares she could deal with, even as she woke up in a cold sweat, gasping and trembling, the fire in her heart wrangled in a coiling whip of outrage. Outrage at herself, mostly. There always seemed to be a steady supplied of that. Eryn did not know if she should be grateful.

Probably not, she thought dryly.

Shifting in the bed, Eryn groaned as she realize sleep would not come from her soon. She could handle that. She rather be awake than sleeping. Though her senses did dull, months of little sleep taught her body to be alert even when it was not necessary. Every subtle creep of feet upon the ground, every rustle of branches overhead by the faintest of winds, prickled her ears, tightened her shoulders, hands easily drifting to the daggers at her waists, if need be.

But she was in a bed, she had to remind herself. And all her daggers were tucked in the next room, by order of the Inquisitor no less. She felt oddly bare without them, despite her tunic and breeches she were clad in. An itch crept into her hands, whispering of the desire to feel leather on skin, the soft murmur of steel blade scrapping against the leather scabbard as it was unsheathed. It itched, but Eryn stayed her hand.

The screams echoing in her mind, the scurrying Darkspawn beneath the Frostbacks echoing faint and distant, far off but still there, it rolled over and over again, even as streams of silver moonlight flowed through the windows that felt from upmost wall to floor. Drifts of dust glimmered like stars in the air, floating freely, without restraint or care. That sounded nice to Eryn, in truth, to just drift and be free, without worry or care or blame.

"You're aren't sleeping," mumbled Alexandra, whose arm twined around her waist and drew Eryn close into a soft, but firm hold. Eryn fought the blush coming to her cheeks as Alexandra's bare breasts pillowed against her back, the scent of vanilla filling her senses, both sharpening and soothing her mind. It drowned out the screams, the gurgles, the death of night. Until there was only Alexandra. Only Alexandra would be Heaven on earth.

"Can't," replied Eryn, trying to keep her voice from wavering. "But I will, don't worry."

She heard a low humming from Alexandra, a sign that told Eryn the Inquisitor did not believe her. "Nightmares?"

Swallowing, Eryn nodded, though she knew Alexandra could not see her. "Yeah. But it's fine, Alexandra, really." Scoffing to herself, she murmured, "Why is it always when we're in bed when we have heartful conversations."

"Because you are bare to me, and I to you?" replied Alexandra. Eryn could hear the smile on the woman's lips, and Maker did that make her want to kiss her in frustration. Alexandra had that odd effect.

"Very funny," mumbled Eryn, as she turned to face Alexandra, her own arms twining around the woman's waist, trying not to peer down at the woman's breasts nor the rise of her curvy hip. Eryn could be a gentlewomen if she wanted too. But Maker did Alexandra look pretty. Even in the shadows of night, those green-golden eyes, like a fire nestled beneath the dark waves of a sea, burned bright and soft.

Alexandra did not say anything, even as she continued to smile. For a moment she was smiling, then the next her lips were against hers, straggling a moan from the thief and pushing warmth to her cheeks. Stupid pretty mage. Got me off guard. Despite those words, affection tingled in her mind. She's too damn for her own good, and too good for me.

The Inquisitor must had known what she was thinking, because she drew Eryn closer until they were flushed together. Her hand rested in the nape of Eryn's neck, the Warden's own thumb drawing circles into the skin of her waist. As she kissed her, however, the worries and terrors of the night bled away. Her mind became fogged, mushy and glimmering with the only light of emerald twined gold.

When they pulled away, Alexandra's lips were lightly brushed from Eryn's soft nibbling. But Alexandra did not give herself a moment of reprieve, nor did she give it to Eryn, before she was kissing her again. This time, with more firmness and a softness that burnt away lust. "The nightmares won't hurt you," said Alexandra, in a soft and loving tone that warmth blossomed in thick bursts in Eryn's heart. "It's okay. I will be here for you, and I will catch you."

Swallowing thickly, her throat suddenly clogged, Eryn nodded. Maker, she really was too good for her. But a look from Alex halted those thoughts in its tracks, and smiling as much as she could mustered, she nuzzeled her face into Alexandra's neck. Raveling in the scent of vanilla touched with something Eryn could not describe, sleep came easily and sweetly, and only in the morning did she remember, Alexandra appearing in her dreams in a white dress in a meadow, where only her, Eryn, and peace ruled.

A world Eryn prayed she would ever be worthy of.

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Ask more Kisses Prompts here

The princess feigns surprise, mocking calling for the the guards in a whisper while she wraps her in her arms and legs, telling her to get comfortable because she does do cling.

But I raise this to say Eryn finds Alex in a sheer shift and no smallclothes beneath. 👀

Thank you for the ask. I will be using Eryn for this. Sorry if she isn't a hundred-percent accurate.

15. a kiss on the jawline.

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30. “I’m never going to leave you again. I promise.”

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Eryn woke in a sweat, her blood chilling as the night wind whipping against the glass frames of the balcony doors. Thick darkness swarmed the bed chambers, with only a few glimmer of orange-gold slashing across the high ceiling with weak groping fingers from the dying embers within the stone hearth.

A shrill of ice crawled up her spine, shivers biting at her skin; the brittle cold breath of the Frostbacks seemed to have crawled their way through the enchanted warmed stones of Skyhold, stealing the air from her lungs. In her ears ranged the skin-cutting bite of a storm’s wind, carrying the cries of death and the roar of fire and ash. She could still see the outline of amber burning the underbelly of black clouds a molten scarlet, with spears and swords and great axes of flame, cutting Haven down until it was charred ash and melted stone. Than the winter stole its light for the last time, and she could still feel the shake in her bed. It could had stolen more than just Haven...

Eryn jumped as she felt an arm wrapped around her waist; and had it not been for the scent of vanilla and lilacs, Eryn would had groped for her knife and stuck it into the person’s side. But the scent stayed her hand, calmed her rapid heart, melted the frost in her bones. Without her knowing, she leaned back against the woman, curving so she could fit snug in her hold. Alexandra’s chin rested on her short black hair. “You’re shivering,” whispered Alexandra, arms tightening around her waist. Warmth pummeled through Eryn’s limbs, and she could see the still darkness grow gray with slivers of gold from Alexandra’s magic. She could not keep the sigh content from leaving her lips.

“I’m fine. Just cold.” She shifted a little, trying to move both away and still be close to Alexandra. Having her arms wrapped around her felt too good for Eryn. Alexandra deserved better, yet she gave her everything and more. And what could Eryn give in return? She was broken, a woman half-dead and half-alive. She could not even protect her at Haven. Tears welled in her eyes.

Eryn was slowly turned around, warm hand with slender fingers brushing escaped tears from her cheek. “You’re crying.” Despite the thickness of sleep in her voice, Alexandra’s eyes were awake, shining in the gray-black darkness with emerald eyes burning with a golden flame, like dawn peaking from across a grass-studded hill. Alertness and concern poured from that stare, and all Eryn wanted to do was kiss her, and be held by her. Maker, she was close to.

Clearing her throat, fighting the threatening shakiness that sought to escape. Somehow, she kept it more clear and stable than she expected. “Just a dream.”

“What was it about?” There was no room for sly-stepping. Her voice was tilted with that of Inquisitor Trevelyan. To lie to her now or hide the truth would like going into a viper’s nest and expecting not to be bitten.

Eryn swallowed and glanced down at Alexandra’s pale neck. It did look quite cozy to slid into... But she kept herself as further away as possible, but not too far that she would fall off the bed. The distinct murmur of cold still grasped at her heart, tearing it with harsh frozen slashes. The screams still culled her blood, even as it dwindled away at the sight of Alex’s eyes. “Haven.”

The word lingered in the still air like thick smoke, and Eryn could see the darkening of Alexandra’s eyes at the name. “Oh...you thought of me dying, didn’t you?”

Cursing to herself, she nodded. “There were a few more deaths...but you were the primary focus, yeah.” Swallowing the air took as much effort as swallowing a rock. She wet her lips and tore her gaze away from Alexandra’s stare. Her eyes squeezed shut. Still, the heat of Alexandra’s stare was still upon her.

Suddenly, she was pressed against something warm and soft, with that sweet scent of vanilla and lilacs. Eryn’s eyes opened to find her stare at pale skin, glimmering faintly from the glow of spun magic. “I’m never going to leave you. I promise,” whispered Alexandra in her hair, her fingers stroking locks, playing with it every once and a while. “Not even when the sun burns out and the moons are swallowed by darkness will I ever leave you, Eryn.”

And for the first time in a long while, Eryn Cousland wept.

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss. 

17. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin. 

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Alexandra could not keep the smile from her face when she saw the soft layer of red coating Eryn’s cheeks. “Mademoiselle, is something wrong?” Her thigh pressed between the Ferelden’s legs, drawing a low gasp from the rogue. 

“Alexandra,” whispered Eryn, her eyes fluttering close when Alexandra’s lips dragged over her jaw. When her eyelids opened, the silver-gray darkened, like a a soft white fog hardened to a mountain of ice. But fire burned as well, within those eyes Alexandra so adored.

Alexandra’s fingers grasped at the short dark hair, tilting it back, which drew a haggard gasp from her lover. Alexandra’s lips found her neck once more, her fingers unbuttoning the golden buttons which held the slick black jacket together at the front. Hints of white came into view, and Alexandra smiled at the tiny scars which littered the pale skin. She pushed open the jacket, pressing the woman harder against the wall, the soft light of drifting moonlight from large window left Eryn and her half in shadow. Yet the moonlight left her love’s skin glimmering like snow, save for her marks. When she found the pale white shirt underneath, She pause at where her heart was, and pressed a kissed to where an arrow had nearly taken her life. She is still here with you, Alex. Save that as much as you can. She pulled away, before returning to the woman’s neck, feeling her pulse quicken.

Tilting the woman’s head down, Alexandra found Eryn’s lips again, stifling the woman’s moan. Her other hand slipped beneath her shirt, wandering up to cup a breast. She smiled when she felt the harden nub of a nipple, with no cloth covering it. Her warm hands left goosebumps whenever she wandered over the cool skin. “No breastband?” said Alexandra, pulling away from the woman’s bruised lips. “You’re a treat.” She grinned, racing forward to kiss those lips again, no waiting for Eryn’s snark reply, as her thumb pressed gently over a nipple. Eryn moaned against her.

When Alexandra pulled away, Eryn heaving against her, new marks turning bluish-purple, Alexandra smiled. Her hand found the woman’s hair once more, pushing her down to her knees as she hiked a leg over Eryn’s shoulder. “Be a good girl and worship me. We have a little time. The party has only just began.”

Eryn said nothing, only a fiery hunger in her eyes, tilted with desire. As Alexandra drew her in, Eryn rushed forward like a woman starved, and Alexandra gasp gently at her eagerness, whispering, “Good girl.” Ah, the night has only just began, ma amour.