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[Day 8] - AwaySaying goodbye to no one else, he left that night with nothing more than his sword, a bag of coin, and the armor he wore. Deciding to head east to Ostwick, just south of the Vimmark Mountains, he began his trek and didn’t stop to make camp until night had dawned the next day.More Like This
Every step away from her was like a dagger to his heart.
On the third day of his journey, he came across a small town with an even smaller tavern. Walking inside the little hovel and sitting himself down at the bar, he let his head rest atop the counter.
“What’ll it be, sugar?” a plump barmaid asked as she approached him.
“Water… and
[Day 7] - LegendShe was a legend now, he assumed.More Like This
Now the Champion of Kirkwall - a woman fitting and deserving of her title – he knew that there’d be little room for a former slave in her life, little interest in a broken elf who had left her while the bed was still warm. Before, he had only hoped to remain idly in her presence as she continued her busy, yet inconsequential life. But now… she was too important to have someone as lowly as him abide.
So as he stood in the doorway on the night of the banquet in her honor, watching her silently for a moment as she applied something to her face, he decided he would say goodbye to her for good
[Day 6] - Break“Maker, I needed this,” she hummed from above him, her fingers threading through his white hair. He murmured lazy approval, his head resting in her lap peacefully. “We work too damn hard.”More Like This
“Yes,” he murmured, “we do.” Despite being as opposed as he had been to taking a day off from everything (and leaving Varric in charge), he seemed to be truly enjoying himself.
“You don’t relax enough,” she laughed lightly. “You’re always so serious.”
He snorted, the corners of his lips curving slightly. “You say that as if it is a bad thing.” She watched as he r
[Day 2] - LoveHe didn’t know what to call it. He didn’t even know if it had a name.More Like This
Whatever it was, he knew it was real and touchable, knew it was permeating all the cells in his being and each thought in his head. It was all-encompassing – just as she was – and that terrified him. With every word, every smile, every glance it grew, until it was as uncontrollable as the very person it was fixated upon.
He thought himself a fool for feeling this way, for he wanted nothing more than to release this creature, to be freed from it and its complexities. But as time passed, he knew it would remain in and with him until his very life ended
Sta.sh
