Writer of Leliana/Inquistior

With shaking hands, Eryn opened the leather-bound thick tome, dust sputtering into the air, blazed with stream orange-gold light. She coughed, burnt lungs raking it harder, choking for a minute, spittle covering her arm from where she gasped and heaved.

Shaking her head, stilling her trembling heart, Eryn’s eyes gazed down into memories old and gray, a fading twinkling light. A smile tugged onto her lips, as she stared at photos of her lost love. Alexandra. The word like a torch in a storm black and cold, bringing scarlet light and melting pelting frozen tears.

And before long, those tears melted and strode down her cheeks, as Eryn brought up the engagement ring to her lips, leaving a shaking kiss against the gleaming diamond where fire of sunlight dwelt and swam. I’m so sorry, Alexandra.

(this is from the fanfic that I recently started to work on with Eryn and Alex.)

“Her Highness is waiting for you inside.”

Eryn tugged at the high, tight collar of her military uniform, trying to keep the grimace off her face. Glancing at the two soldiers flanking the high silvery-doors, shimmering by strands of pale moonlight, with its golden dragon-wrought handles, burnishing a mist of goldish-gray across, like glimmered scales. Two moons were inlaid as plates of silver and black, split into two with a sinuous line on both doors. “No,” said Eryn, with a biting snap, “I was just wandering the halls and thought going into the Royal Studies was the greatest idea for a stroll.”