Happy birthday to nicegoblin! Here is a lite drabble for you…I’m working on a continuation but here’s the first part :)
It’s late. The keep is dark, the candles littering the halls shedding a dim glow on the tapestries, shadows flickering across their surface. Cassandra is pacing the floor, clunky boots sliding across the wooden surface. Her room is on the second floor, down the hall from her companions, and she stops for a moment when she hears Varric’s gruff laughter. “Goodnight” floats out into the hall after him, and Cassandra hears footsteps approaching her door.
She opens it before her visitor has a chance to knock. “Inquisitor.” She nods her head toward her companion, beckoning her in. “Is there something you needed?” Kira turns toward her, raising an eyebrow. “I wished to speak with you.” A pause. “Why are you still wearing your armor?” She reaches out to touch Cassandra, fingers sliding over her chest plate. The seeker looks up, much to her chagrin, in order to meet the Inquisitor’s eyes. “I have been thinking. I lost track of time.” She turns away, a light blush coloring her cheeks. She can still feel the weight of Kira’s hand against her ribs, even through the steel, and she closes her eyes as it moves lower, grasping the buckles of her armor.
"What has been plaguing your mind?" Her expression morphs into a frown, fingers lopping through the buckles and pulling them loose. "I have not yet seen you this…distracted."
Cassandra’s breath catches in her throat as the buckles come undone and her chest plate falls to the floor. What has she been thinking of? What has plagued her mind and her dreams and her every thought, replacing thoughts of victory and justice for the first time since she was a girl? She lets the word escape her mouth, barely a whisper in the air between them.
what if cassandra is about to pick up vivienne to carry her across a patch of dirty water
and vivienne just shoots her this look like excuse you i can fend for myself
and sends ice crackling across the water, snap-freezing it, and then she glides across, graceful as you please, as cassandra just stares with her mouth hanging open and varric tries not to laugh
my mom is on the phone with my dad (a microbiologist) and she told him “go to bed, turn off the computer, and just, just don’t do science. don’t do any science”
if i lay here
if i just lay here
would you get me my charger because my laptop is about to die
when people don’t google things before asking i get really depressed