Writer of Leliana/Inquistior

I shall do Alexandra and Leliana, though Alexandra shall be from my own original story, so her attitude might be slightly different. Thank you for the ask, however!

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Those eyes had a watchful, measuring gleam within its stare. Eyes that had seen far too much for far too long. Silver speckled as flickering lights within her glance, the light of the moon shivering across the swirling emerald and golden barriers, threatening to swallow with shadow and night and frost. Power flaring, only held back by a mere glassy, fiery, and chilling barrier. An older and ancient power lived beneath those lively eyes. Far more older than Corypheus, Leliana would dare claim.

Her fingers knotted the thick white cloth with a small tug, brushing her fingertips over the faint lines of muscle beneath her pale, lightly freckled arm. A quirk of a smile worked at the corner of Ašaruna's lips. No. Alexandra. Ašaruna was an older name, bearing more power than Leliana could ever dare imagined. But Alexandra was her first, her own. A name she had almost forgotten before sharing it with Leliana. Her heart skipped a beat at that thought.

"You should not have gone charging the way you did," said Leliana, her eyes remaining fixated at the small scatter of freckles over her shoulder, flowing a little passed her arm. So faint were they that anyone could had dare passed over them without a second thought - everyone, saved for a spymaster. Such requirements came with the occupation. But this one was new, something the Nightingale did not perceived, but Leliana in truth. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Warmth touched her cheeks gently.

Alexandra's smile grew, eyes narrowing with a gleam of slight amusement. Her dark hair fell in thick waves down to the small of her back. A few strands were tucked behind her ear, her strong jawline in view. Her long, high-collared coat with its silver accents bundled around her waist, revealing the silvery-white tunic she wore beneath. Now it merely was puddled above her coat, the black belt unlaced and hanging limply at her waist. A silver-boarded breast band wrapped snugly around her breasts. Strong arms and toned stomach was in full view, small scars littering across the pale flesh like fissures in snow. Another white band wrapped snugly around her stomach, scarlet blood spreading thickly in tendrils, where a Venatori's spearhead-shaped flame slid deep into Alexandra's side.

In a way, Leliana should had been grateful; that Venatori was dead, and Alexandra was not. Yet, that meant little when one was eternal. Even then, her power was failing. By now she should had been healing, the wound knitted together by ice and spirit. But it was not, and that was a greater fear than Leliana ever thought she would had for this woman. If you truly are a god, and if you are her patron. Keep her alive, damn you.

"He was threatening to harm a group of children they had captured." She shrugged, winced, and gently caressed the top edge of the cloth around her waist. Another grin rose to her face, harsher and colder. "I had to give you some reason to trust me after my little...accident."

Alexandra yelped when Leliana swat the bandage on her arm. She only felt a smudge terrible over it. "I trust you, Alexandra," she said, smoothing the wrinkles of the bandage with a hand. She needed something to do, fighting the bubbles of emotion when she admitted such a thing. Trying and failing to not think of how pale her skin was, how soft and full her lips were, or how her eyes seemed to lose an edge of frost whenever they stare upon her. It was a needless, but necessary distraction; and an entirely inadequate one, as well.

A grimace flashed over Alexandra's features, her mouth tightening in the corners, and she turned away. The hard, chilling mask of Taqazim Mijaha Ašaruna resurfaced. Her hand was balled into a fist, snapping mists of ice-wreathed flames bursting from a silvery-green aura. Those eyes were the storm that swallowed a high dragon whole, and not even its bones as memories. Only a piled of shadow-swarmed snow was left as a memory.

Leliana's hand rose, fingertips brushing over her chin. With the tiniest of pressure, she had Alexandra's gaze return to her. She tried not think how that icy stare melted with just a mere glance at her - tried not to think about how it made her stomach twist and turn, and her heart to beat with a thousand more thuds. Leliana tried, and failed not think how her eyes seemed to pull her into a mist where there was only Alexandra. She found she quite liked being a touch lost there.

Without thinking, her forehead rested up against Alexandra's. Her gloved thumb began to stroke absentminded circles into the soft, cold skin. "Don't think for even a second that you have to prove something to me. I love you just the way you are," murmured Leliana. "I love you as the great immortal you are, as well as the woman you seek to keep hidden from all the world. I love you, and I will face your god with bow and dagger and arrow if he dares try to strip me of that." He cannot, even if he wished he tried.

Like peeling bells in Leliana's ears, Alexandra released a soft laugh. "My lord finds your stubbornness quite amusing." The heat on Leliana's cheeks thickened at that, and that only caused Alexandra's wicked grin to grow, and for Ašaruna's mask to melt. The embarrassment was well worth it. Alexandra's hand hesitantly rose, and gently cupped Leliana's cheek. "But...thank you."

For a moment, all was still. Time seemingly halted in place, and the only indication it went on was the small single breath that left Alexandra's mouth. She did not know when or did not recall what propelled her to do so, but Leliana's lips were against Alexandra's before she knew it, swallowing the breath and the gasp that followed. Another hand came Leliana's hip, dragging her onto Alexandra's lap, and a moan left her lips before she could halt it in its place.

Alexandra's lips were soft, full, but seemingly well practiced. More so than Leliana would had thought. Skillfully her tongue darted past her lips, leaving the tiniest pressure against Leliana's, asking for entrance. A question Leliana answered by coaxing Alexandra's mouth open, feeling another moan rumble against her lips. A smile began to form, one she contained by dancing and exploring Alexandra's mouth, moaning lightly at the taste. Her hips began to rock against Alexandra, her fingers entangling in those thick dark locks.

Time froze, and bled away; and the only thing Leliana knew was Alexandra - her moans, her sighs, the feeling of her lips and hair and skin beneath her touch. Her everything. And Leliana cherished it all, now and forever.