An Early Duel

A/N: So no one sent an ask, I just decided to pick one from this prompt list. Hope you all in enjoy.

Prompt: A always have to stand on their tippy toes to reach B's lips.

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“Did you get taller?”

Scrunching together, forming three lines between them, Alexandra knitted her eyebrows together, before rising one in a bemused manner. Her head tilt to the side, for a moment her unfailing smile waned into a smooth line of confusion. “I do not think so,” she murmured.

A dusting of warmth tickled Leliana’s cheeks, and she resisted the urge to begin bouncing on the balls of her feet. Softness pressed against her soles, her toes wriggling against the brushing hairs of the scarlet fabric. All her efforts rested on feeling the rug beneath her feet, and not the sudden realization which had befallen her.

Without her silverite sabatons on, Leliana only barely came up Alexandra’s chin.

The Inquisitor stood there, her white silken blouse hanging loose over her shoulders, lightly freckled pale skin glimmering a soft amber glow as the dawning sun swept the high glass doorways with orange-scarlet light. Her large, almond-shaped emerald-golden eyes peered half-lidded, a glint of searching flickering across. Her wavy dark locks were bounded up into a high bun, sunlight kissing upon her pale neck. To Leliana, she looked exquisite, divine, ethereal. Dawn swarmed about her as if she was wrought with flame, the beating heart of the world.

To Leliana, Alexandra was her world, her dawning, and her starlight. And for just a moment, she forgot how easily it would be for her to tuck her face into Alexandra’s neck, right beneath her chin; and she tried to ignore the sudden longing to sit Alexandra onto a chair, slip herself onto her lap, and tuck her head beneath her chin and rest for a while longer. It was a strong effort she fought to contain, only just holding it back on a thin thread.

“Why did you ask?” questioned Alexandra, toying with the laces that held up the front of the tunic, flicking it back and forth in an absent manner.

Settling the growing warmth on her face and the sudden hard thumps her heart made, Leliana gave her a feign smile and hoped it would banish anymore of her questions. “Oh, nothing. Just an observation I made. That is my job, after all,” she said, adding a touch of teasing to distract.

Alexandra hummed, in a way to suggest she was not entire convinced. Still, for a few moments, she continued to stare, and Leliana felt as if she was being gauged with pincers.

A smile broke upon Alexandra’s features, so swift and sudden it nearly made Leliana loose grasp of what little control she had over her blushes. She took easy steps with a light saunter to where Leliana stood, and drew her arms about her waist before Leliana could pull away. “It’s your shoes,” she murmured, grinning down with that smile that always sent Leliana’s heart aflame. “You’re shorter without them, and you just realized it.” From the way Alexandra’s grin widen, her confession must had been written all over Leliana’s face.

Her arms tangled around Alexandra’s neck, and she drew herself up on her tip-toes to lay a faint kiss upon her full lips. If she though she could keep Alexandra off her balance with that, Leliana was surely mistaken. As soon as Leliana pulled away, Alexandra reached out for her, pressing against her mouth with a touch of firmness. For how long they remained like that, Leliana was not quite sure. But any thoughts she had of her apparent shortness to Alexandra, or any lingering worries of the amount of work both of them had, faded away. There was just the scent of vanilla and something else mangled through...perhaps ink or letter, of the sort - perhaps even parchment. Whatever it was, it soothed Leliana.

When Leliana opened her eyes after they broke apart, that grin had not wavered from Alexandra’s lips. The light of the dawn was in her eyes, like the splintering of sunlight through thrown emerald seawater, glassy and shimmering. She had to keep herself from pursing Alexandra’s lips once more, to contain the racing of her heart.

Settling back down on her balls of her feet, Leliana’s blush burned hotter as she was pulled further away from Alexandra’s face, if only just a little. She was already shorter than the woman before with her boots. Now it was even more apparent of Alexandra’s height. After the kiss, though, the flicker of shyness from Leliana’s shortness compared to her was slightly mended. It was hard to stay mad at Alexandra, not when she smiled like that, and her eyes shone as if Leliana had brought the dawn into the world.

“See?” said Alexandra, grinning softly. “Not too much of a problem. Now, if I was a Qunari, or one of the more stranger Trevelyans, it might had been a problem. Luckily for you, I am not, and you being only slightly shorter than me won’t be a hindrance, ma amour.”

A grin rose to Leliana’s lips. Her fingers traced the sharp, strong line of Alexandra’s jaw, relished in the softness of her skin, before slipping her hand into Alexandra’s mane of thick curls. “You are still taller than most women, Alexandra,” said Leliana. “And your overconfidence certainly makes up for the rest of a Qunari’s height.”

Though she gave Leliana a mocked face of pain, Alexandra could not keep the grin off her features. Drawing Leliana closer, their bodies pressed flush against one another, Alexandra murmured, “Those are dueling words, my Nightingale.”

Leliana hummed. “Oh? You know how well I can duel, my Lady Inquisitor.” Her eyes flickered down to Alexandra’s lips, her teeth chewing at her own. “And how sharp my blade can be.”

As Alexandra’s face colored scarlet, Leliana felt a bubble of pleasure form in her chest, her blood boiling with pride. All that pride faded away when Alexandra pressed another kiss against her lips, capturing her gasp that swiftly melted into moans. Faintly, in the slow-wrought mist of her mind, she heard Alexandra whisper, “Then let us duel, ma cherie.”

From a the vault of violet dusk, studded with faint jewels of silver and gold, orange-scarlet fire flickered from the gray shadows of the east. Fire spilled upon silver foam and across shivering, glittering waves of deep blue and black. Sprung water glittered gold-white, and carried by the dawning wind it brought the smells of salted sea to Leliana. And she inhaled it deeply, tension in her bones melting like the icy darkness of night with the coming morning.

She tugged at the long brim of her straw hat, keeping the straying beams of fiery sunlight from her eyes, and plucked at the hems of flowing white dress gently as her bare feet touched warming sand. The beach marched on, from steeply mounds of grass to dunes of white sand shimmering like snow, with a few arms and arcs of roughly-cut brown and black stone, and up to the reeling and rolling sea, with its mountains of white-tipped foam and blue-black waters twined with streams of gold.

With the waves rolled a wind of cool air, rustling gently at Leliana’s skirts, caressing her thighs with the softness of a lover. Smiling, Leliana turned back to the green grass and brownish-black hills, where Alexandra stood with a wooden-twined basket in her arms and a soft smile upon her lips. The sea-wind lifted her dark curls, rolling like a waves of darkness, and sunlight shone out the silver twined in her locks. A weariness was upon her features, where deep bags of purple and deeper lines of worried had formed like battered stone from a storm’s wind. But a light was in those golden-flecked emerald eyes, so bright like the dawn from night’s darkness. The light that has once drew Leliana to the Inquisitor; a light that still did. After a decade of darkness, of a bitter winter that refused to melt away to spring, Leliana felt happiness.

She did not know she was laughing until Leliana felt a warm wetness on her cheeks, eyes growing blurred with a veil of grain. But Alexandra stood stark and clear, and Leliana felt her arm wrap around her. Still, she felt more the heaviness and tenderness of it, for there was the arm that was stolen from her, one now not of flesh but of metal. But Leliana did not care, nor did she think of it, and she fought for breath as Alexandra’s hand rose up, now freed from the basket, and stroke away her tears from her cheek with the faintest brush.

And for once, Alexandra did not say anything. In her eyes there was love and joy, and upon her lips sweetness and adoration that Leliana knew well. Her high cheekbones and strong jaw was softened by the rising morning light, the faint fog of shadow in her eyes after Solas lifted away like gray curtains to reveal a world of green hills studded with purples and whites and yellows and sun-bright skies of gold and sapphire. A world born anew in a brilliant spring.

And Leliana was touched to know—overwhelmed though she was by the sweet burden of it—that she drew back those curtains, that she brought the spring to a winter-shrouded Alexandra; that she could finally give back for all that Alexandra gave to her. And she laughed more and laid kisses to those smiling lips that drew her eyes when they first met, to those pale cheeks touched light by scarlet like the first time they were together, to the woman who ended her bleak, cold winter, and brought life once more to her heart. A life she did not think she was worthy of, but one she knew she could bear to hold with Alexandra with her.

And it was music to her ears when she head Alexandra laugh, after the years of pain and suffering and sacrifice. She laughed, because of her. She smiled, because of her. She loved, because of her.

Ghosting her lips over the side of Leliana’s pale neck, her teeth nibbling softly at the skin to leave a faint red mark, Alexandra snapped her hips forward, swift and smooth, burying the vibrating strap deep inside the Spymaster. A smile rose as she felt Leliana’s breath leave her, her hips rising up to meet her thrust. And Alexandra watched as a rise of pink touched her cheeks, drawing out the freckles there like stars in the night, and a quivering moan which has muffled into a whimper.

Another roll of the hips then thrust drew out that moan, and Alexandra relished it all, watched the tied up Orlesian with eyes half-lidded and thick with lust. She could watch Leliana unravel before her for eons unending, if she could. She certainly had the time now for it, thought Alexandra with a smirk as she rose up, hands resting on her love’s hips. Her arms were drawn up, wrapped in a blue silk which matched Leliana’s eyes, though they were hidden behind a similar blindfold. The silk wrapped around her arms, heightening the muscles drawn taunt.

As if feeling Alexandra’s stare, Leliana turned her face to the side, the flush thickening redder. A fond smile rose to Alexandra’s lips, and she bent down, and placed a kiss on one cheek, whispering sweet words as her hips rolled back and fro, and back and fro.

Yes, she had all the time in the world to give to Leliana.

“Had you seen the Inquisitor? I thought she would had been more thinner?” “Have you seen those lines at her eyes?” “What about the silver?” “Her coat seemed to be bustling at the seems.”

Alexandra poked at a darkish purple bag at her eye, before tugging it down with the pad of her fingers, sighing at her reflection. They trailed from the circle, layered with slashes of black, to the wrinkles at her eyes, sprawling like spider webs from the corners across her cheekbones. If she did not squint her eyes, she kept most of them from view, a mere shadowy line gave hints of what might appear if she done so.

Turning to the side, the mirror reflect the small pudgy flesh of a stomach peering over her waist. She grasped it with two fingers at the sides side, warmth rushing to her cheeks. I was once thinner...Beneath the waistcoat would had been spidery stretch marks as well, alongside the scars bore from countless battles she would had sooner forget. Her waistcoat did seem to bustle, the bronze buttons flashing with a tightness about to break. She will have to see Vivienne for repairs. Alexandra laughed at that. Repairs, as if my body was broken. But, was it not? She had been able to run for miles upon miles in a time long past, but now...she could barley cross the city courtyard without taking small breaths. Maybe the nobles were right. She was not the same Alexandra a decade ago, the famed savior of Thedas. She was getting old, and getting fat. She closed her eyes tight, trying to keep back the jab that thought gave her. Admitting it hurt as much as the words. Something wet welled behind her eyelids.

“Ma cherie,” said a voice, strung like the chiming bells of the Golden City. “what’s wrong?”

Alexandra opened her eyes, finding her wife standing before her, copper locks glistening from the bath she had taken. Alexandra not occupying her roused a suspicion in her wife, she knew, but she could not bare for Leliana to see her like that. Her wife was perfect, strong, even as she neared her forty-sixth year. She could walk across courtyards and hills with little effects, unlike Alexandra. Seeing Leliana, with her sharp grayish-blue burning with a concern flame, her flaring and high cheekbones with their numerous freckles Alexandra so adored, and full ripe lips, ones she could kiss until she was breathless and than some more, pulled with a tight grimace, made her all the more aware of her failings. They were failings; no point of hiding it from the truth. There was no point to lie to herself. Smiling was hard when one was keeping one’s eyes from crunching, her chest aching. “There is nothing wrong, Leli.”

An elegant, thin eyebrow rose up in doubt. “I have been married to you for over a decade, Alexandra. I can tell when something is wrong.” Her hands crossed over her chest. “Now, what is wrong?”

Clenching her jaw tight, she turned back to face the mirror, Leliana fading away from her vision, though she felt her gaze as hard as a burning fire. “I’m getting old.”

Leliana scoffed. “Old? As am I. We all are. I think Dorian said he nearly broke his hip last week, if I can remember correctly. There is something else. Go on.”

A weak smile came to Alexandra’s lips, though it only came for a moment before flushing away by the sudden realization of the wrinkles at her eyes. “I’m getting older, heavier, Leliana. I’m not the woman I once was.”

For a few moments, Leliana said nothing. The moments ticked on, slow, cold, hard. Alexandra’s hands balled into fists as she gazed longer and longer at herself. Look at yourself. Another chin is forming, Trevelyan.

Arms wrapped around Alexandra’s waist, a chin resting upon her shoulder. And despite herself, Alexandra leaned closer to her wife, taking in the scent of light incense and Andraste’s Graces. “I don’t see a heavier woman, Alexandra. I still see the woman I fell in love with back in the Frostbacks; the same woman could can bring a smile onto every persons’ face, ally or foe. The same woman who turned my stomach to butterflies, and who still does, with every morning that I wake by yourself.” Leliana’s hands rested at her waist, drawing circles with her thumbs. “Plus, you are a lot more warmer to cuddle close to.”

Leliana turned her away from the mirror, rising her hands to cup her cheeks and rest a kiss onto her lips. Alexandra’s eyes fluttered close. “Damn what the others say, mon amour. You are perfect in every way, and would not trade a single thing.” Another kiss, and Alexandra’s released a soft gasped as her bottom lip was dragged back, Leliana’s hands coming down to rest at her bottom. “Let me show you how much I apperciate you, ma amour.” 

With warming cheeks and a sly smile, Alexandra let herself be dragged away from the mirror, into the wall of gray steam that billowed out from the washing room, heart racing with leaps every so often. Though, her eyes rested upon Leliana, and only Leliana. She could weather the storm, as long as she had her wife with her.

Alexandra pressed her lips against the corner of Leliana’s mouth; her splayed fingers ran over the high cheek bone, pale and freckled-cover. A smile came to her lips as she heard the faint hitch of breath, the fluttering of eyelids over blue eyes with touches of brown. Scarlet flooded slowly to her cheeks, drawing out the freckles more faintly, and warmth lingered on lips as she pulled away. “As I am at your service as well,” whispered Alexandra, “my lady.”

As Alexandra drew away, thumb running over bottom lip, she saw the darkening of her spymaster’s eyes, and her smile grew as Leliana laid a kiss on the pad of her thumb, pleasure tingling over her hands and up her arm.

Unworthy to its Sweet Mercy

My Leli,

In the great depths of horror inflicted upon me from my absence away from you, I am comforted by the idea that my eyes shall be filled with your words, which in every form of delicacy and loveliness is far greater than the Promises of the Maker, and shall leave bare feelings so tender of affection that leaves me unworthy to its sweet mercy. Truthfully I speak that any written or spoken word, crafted by my Leli, will render me at the assailing influence of her.

Every moment away from you pangs at my being, and my thoughts turn more and more to you, your smile, and good, but wicked nature. Tell me, My Grace, have you been eating? Has Josephine proscribed you with commands of sleep as I had ordered? You might think it insufferable and extraneous on our parts, but any harm which might fall upon you will leave me weaken of heart, as you very well know me of.

As I had often said, and though you will no doubt will correct these words, I am unworthy of your affections, which come like the dribbles of water in a vast desert, so refreshing and lovely beyond all accounts. In this very moment, I will give up the crown of divinity and chosen to hear you laugh and to see you dance amongst the flowers in the gardens. Unworthy I am for such a splendorous vision, I can not but think that I become more of a fool whenever I think of you. But how can I not? Your smiles hold the light of the loveliest dawns; your eyes the clear calmness of tranquil springs; and your mind the great key to my own, so enraptured I am to every thought penned down by you. Aye, Leli, I am a fool, a fool of the Nightingale. Shall I garner that as a new title?

Think well of that, my love, and have Josephine scribe it down amongst the others! I am sure the nobility will find it quaint.

I must go now, my love. Cassandra demands that the construction of the recent bridge is near done. I go to face two high dragons. Do not worry for me, Leliana. I will keep safe, for I know you will drag me from the Veil to make the markings of a dragon seem childish in design. Be safe, be happy, and know that the poession of my heart and mind belongs to you and you alone. The world may share my body, but it is you who holds my very soul in your lovely hands.

Adieu, Greatest of Women,

Ever yours,

Alexandra.

The Coming of Dawn Upon Waves of Light

Black shadows streaked across the smooth stone floor in long and sweeping figures, away from pale light flitting through arrows-slit windows, which rankled chirpy with the mountain wind. From where she sat, her gaze staring out of these windows, Leliana saw the first sprawling ray of sunlight etching across the jagged peaks of the Frostbacks, the deep blackness of night, blotted with dots of starlight, blossomed with smears of violet and orange. A line of gold ran across mountain to mountain, shrouding their rocky sides with pooling shadows, and white helms of snow shone golden-white in the early hours of dawn.

Another night Leliana had spent up; another night where time seemingly bled away into the world of reports. Her eyes ached, and her bones weighed heavily, pulled down by the chain-mail she wore, but she could not yet tear her gaze away from the skies. There was an undeniable beauty that Leliana found in dawn, where darkness grew into thinly shadows, and the world was ushered into an age of color, forgotten by the time night fell, and grays and blacks ruled. But that rule came to an end, with the coming of the dawning sun; and Leliana always felt herself grow gladden in heart and peace in mind by watching the skies brighten.

She had to blink when she turned her gaze away from the window, darkness swarming compared to the near tapestry of crimson, and orange, and gold, and violets that shimmered only moments before. Dismal orange-gold torches fluttered plumes of smoke into the air. And the Rookery, for once, was quiet; not a single crock pierced through the silence, save for the chipper of torchlight. Enough light burned for Leliana to see the wooden poles and curving gray walls, and light came from further below, like the beating heart of the heart rolling out of depths, in a ring of amber. The muffled shuffling of servants’ and mages’ feet echoed like thunder in the silence. Though to Leliana it seemed far more distant, like those mountains that loomed in a wall of stone armor and snowy crowns, or the calling of the wind.

“You didn’t sleep, again?” said a voice, like the peeling of bells mingled with the sweetest spring breeze that came after a long, horrible winter.

Leliana’s heart raced like the rushing of ocean waves toward the shoreline. Alexandra stood there, leaning against the stone threshold of stairway, more breathtaking then ever—though Leliana no doubt thought she would always think of her Inquisitor like that. The Inquisitor was garbed in a long black coat, with a raised collar, and vines of golden embroidery, which sprawled across shoulders and arms, and scrollwork over her turned-back cuffs, lace splashing out from those sleeves. And she wore tight breeches of black silk, which clung to her shapely legs in ways most pleasing to Leliana’s eyes, with black riding boots climbing to her knees. A golden slash cut from her left shoulder down and around her right hip, over her creamy waistcoat, dotted with golden buttons that flashed by torchlight. Black locks fell in waves down to her back, gently touched with a sheen of pale-gold that rolled across like foam upon the ocean. She will be meeting with nobility today, or some high-minded merchant, today, it would appear, noted Leliana. She would have to ask Josephine if it was true. Thinking such things kept the warmth sparked in her from flowing to places that she did not need at the moment—warmth that was fueled by the intensity within her golden-slivered green eyes. Full, ripe lips were curled into an easy, confident smile that Leliana both adored and despised. Alexandra’s smiles often held more meaning and wielded speech more powerfully than almost any other figure the Spymaster had ever met.

But she could never keep a smile from her own lips at the sight of her lover. “I had work to be done, ma cherie.” Leliana leaned back into her wooden chair, creaked beneath the weight of her chain-mail, and folded her arms over her chest. “And do not act like I was not the only one up in a late hour.” Her eyes narrowed, playfully, though concern bubbled faint with in her own heart. Though Alexandra did not show it as plain as most, Leliana could see the sight bent of her back and the growing signs of weariness beneath her eyes in forming bags. The smile never waved. “For your records, ma amour, I did sleep for four hours. Better than last time, isn’t? More so than you had.” There was a layer of concern and sternness in the lightness of her tone, bridging onto the voice she often used as the Inquisitor.

Waving her hand, Leliana said, “I will rest when I can, ma amour. You do not need to worry.” So, four hours? That was not nearly enough as Leliana would had like. Unlike her, Alexandra did not have the opportunities for long hours of rest. She was akin to a ruler, practically. A leader’s duty never rests, nor neither should the leader. And a divinely chosen figure even less so. If she could, Leliana would drag the Free Marcher back into bed and allow her to rest days on end. Soon, she thought. Soon she will be able to do so, if we’re lucky. But life had not been as lucky as Leliana had once hoped for, nor as kind. More often then not, it came crashing down, a new disaster rising like a storm upon a calming sea. No, it will be better. Maker, it has to be. She could not—would not—lose Alexandra, like Justinia…like the Warden…Saileen…

Warmth pressed against Leliana’s cheeks, a hand, with callous fingers grazing across her cheekbone. Flames of gold and emerald peered down in eyes filled with concern, and only did she fully see Alexandra once more did she realize that tears plunged from her eyes. Maker, why did Alexandra had to be so beautiful?

Chuckling at her foolishness, Leliana turned her hand and kissed that warm palm, brimming with magic. She did not deserve such kindness, or the warmth which bubbled within her like the flickering of a flame that refused to die. She did not deserve Alexandra. But the women was as stubborn as a mule, and she bore her love as open toward her like a budding flower in the return of spring. Her eyes fell closed and she took in the warmth which seeped from Alexandra like a flame, enfolding around Leliana as if it was a cloak. It was a comfort she had not felt in years, and she did not want to lose it, either. This is enough. 

“I’m alright, Alexandra,” reassured Leliana, her voice stifled by the Inquisitor’s palm. Another kiss, and then, “Truly, I am.” I’ll always be all right with you. Her heart yearned and ached, and she did her best to ignore it.

Alexandra’s eyes were more soften, though the concern seemingly thicken as well—those eyes which brought more light than dawn and more peace than spring or summer. She could stare in those eyes for eternity; and hopefully she could. Maker, please. I can’t lose her, too.

She would not let those flames burn out, regardless of what may happen to her. They meant more to Leliana than anything else she had.

Leliana tangled her arms about the other women’s waist and pressed herself against the waistcoat, inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender. Fingers pushed back her heavy hood, and ran through Leliana’s copper locks. Yes, this was more than enough.  

Strewn the Immortal Stars into the Mantle of Night

Sunlight flitted through the twining, white branches speckled with leaves of gold and scarlet, which rustled faintly from the swift northern wind in a shimmering shudder, pooling in dots of gold upon the green grass, like stars sparkling upon the mantle of night. Leliana watched as they wavered, flowing into and away from the other in an immortal dance; but for a while they stilled, battered lightly by strands of grass, like islands of light caressed by emerald waves.

“It’s a beautiful day. Aren’t you glad I convince you to leave that scuff-hole of a Rookery and to spend time beneath the breeze?” asked Alexandra, shifting her head from her lap to gaze up upon Leliana, with that unconquerable smile twerked at the corner of those rosy-pink lips. Golden rivers dripping from between knitted branches and rippled leaves touched the Inquisitor’s features with dainty fingers, freckles shrouding across cheeks and nose, so light it was hard to notice, had it not been for the sun. Beneath her leather gloves, Leliana’s palms itched and her fingers twitched at the desire to run her hands through those black-raven locks which flowed like the curtains of night across her legs and over the grass. The gold within her green eyes flashed with amusement, as watchful and sharp as those of a lioness, with the light of the sun spreading the gold in long, thick ringlets sprawled through the green. A flame burned bright and flickered with power constrained by mere will. Leliana fought the urge to shiver beneath that heated, intense stare.

Leliana raised an eyebrow and smiled, though she kept it hidden, with a mere curl at the corners and nothing more. “If I recalled correctly, it was you who needed to be told to get more sunlight and air.” She gently drew a line with the pad of her thumb across Alexandra’s cheek, counting each freckle in her mind. “But the day is beautiful, though I think I have something far more lovelier than a gem or the sunset with me, as well.”

Eyelids fluttered close, before once more opening with a softer light within those sharp eyes. Alexandra turned her head and pressed a kiss to Leliana’s thumb. “You spoil me far too much, ma amour.”

I don’t spoil you as much as I should. As the day flowed by, and the golden light bore away upon light feet, the pools rolling across the green grass and brown paths, like the unbridled ocean’s waves striding over seafloor, Leliana continued to stare at the woman resting upon her lap. To see the Inquisitor like this, when all lines of worry receded and all sparks of combativeness dimmed, was like catching a fallen star in hand, and Leliana clenched tight about that star and held it close. No, she thought, watching Alexandra’s breath lessen to a soft rise and fall of her chest, I don’t spoil you as much as I should. Alexandra had strung the stars into the darkness and filled them with light which would burn ever more, so Leliana would forever never have to wander through the blackness of night unguided again. She wanted to do the same for Alexandra, to be that light for her to never stray from. And she will. Leliana had always been stubborn, and she would be more than stubborn with this.

For the sunset could never match the splendor of dawn, nor would the cloaking of night keep Leliana cold and lost. Never again, not when she had Alexandra at her side.

A Foolish Notion

Summary: Alexandra almost gets into a duel, and Leliana is having enough of it. 

Words: 2,083.

Tags: Angst, Fluff

Jaw tightening, Leliana narrowed her eyes at the sight before her, urging down with cold strength the desire to rage. Light spewed down from the windows, long-length and wide, blushing the stone a softer grayish-white. Wind rattled against the sealed windows, a gentle tap that echoed in the stillness of the war room. Shrill cries groaned distantly behind the barrier of stone walls, but she could still hear the mournful whimpers of the Frostbacks; promises of pain and memories long passed and to soon occur. 

Alexandra Trevelyan about Leliana. 

Ages Pass, and Moments Eternal

A/N: A somewhat soft, somewhat smutty fanfic with Alexandra and Leliana. I do hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Time is frozen in ice, and life is born within fire; and Alexandra wields them both in a tapestry of eternity that Leliana never decides to be rid of. 

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A great shrill whimper crawled through the opening of the cave’s yawning mouth, lines of whipping snow spun and reeled. Cold snapped at Leliana’s skin, seeping easily through her leathers, and she fought the shiver which threatened to rake up her spine. Tugging her violet hood, she narrowed her eyes at the opening, and shifted closer to the whirling campfire.

Shadows twisted and spun about across the grayish-stone walls, lightly flushed an orange and crimson by the amber flames. Smoke pummeled in small puffs into the air, twisting and spreading across the ceiling, out toward the cave’s opening. Hints of flimsy silver light sparkled through the weaving darkness, catching the falling snow into glimmering gems of ivory. Leliana watched as they sparked out from existence, flickering every so often as the snow whirled and snapped this way and that. It was a splendid sight, where shadow and light met as one in a dance of twirls and spins - ever shifting and wheeling. Leliana bent nearer to the flames, embers jutting out from the whirling flames like stars. Warmth flowed from the tiny campfire, almost enough to abate some of the chillness that came from wind flowing through the maw of the cave. But it was still not enough to cut it off entirely.

How They Kiss

Alexandra’s kiss ghosts across Leliana’s, a hand resting upon the dip of her hip, sliding around to rest at the small of her back and drew her in. A breathless sigh caught in Leliana’s throat, and her hand rose to entangle her fingers into themselves in the thick locks of her dark, wavy hair.

Amayian’s kiss is hesitant, searching. His melts into Leliana’s mouth with a neat perfect ease, and the hands on her hips easily lift her to ease the strain on his back and neck. There is a touch of something more in his kiss, a desire to be relentless and daring, though the feeling is awkward and strange. Leliana’s breath hitches, a small numbing of pleasure lacing through her body as he draws her bottom lip with his teeth, before coating it softly with his upper and low lip and tongue. A moment of desire unfolding into one of comfort and concern. 

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I am bored and sad.