𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 : 𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. 

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Élise could appreciate the cool air that came with rain as a more pleasant alternative to humidity and heat, but that was about it. If she looked on the miserable side, it was because she was, her spirits dampened by the downpour. Not only the weather, but the very village of Crestwood did not sit right with her. She had not been to Ferelden until joining the Inquisition and the legacy of the Blight lingered here, with the undead rising from the lake, stories of the old village flooding during or after the Blight.

“That’s putting it mildly.” Everything that could go wrong for Crestwood did go wrong. Hell, there were even bandits up in the nearby Keep, just to add insult to injury. As Élise was about to agree with his plan to find somewhere to settle and talk, his laugh threw her off completely and earned a small frown. “Good to know you can find amusement in such troubling circumstances. You hardly look much better, Inquisitor.” At least her hair was out of her face, tied back, but it did not stop it from sticking to her wet skin. Being soaked through with armour on was highly unpleasant. “The sooner we get out of this rain, the better– there’s various cliffs to shelter under or caves.”

“ true enough , “ Kolren agreed , using pale , cold fingers to wipe away the hair that had flattened against his forehead —— consequently going into his eyes. He wouldn’t say this but , he didn’t look nearly as good as Élise when wet. There was a certain beauty to a sodden face. “ don’t worry , we’ll get out of it. let’s just focus on not sheltering in a cave where there should be a Wyvern hiding too. “ he had heard that there were also a lot of ‘monsters’ here too , often kidnapping and killing the local villagers. Crestwood certainly needed to be saved , from at least one of the things that haunted these lands. Kolren found himself wondering what he would have done differently , if he were the town mayor.

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 :  “ where do you want me to kiss you? “ 

“ —— what? “ the question came gently from plump lips , eyes like ice turning their attention to his Companion. they had been talking of the intimacies they enjoyed , specifically , the best places to give and receive kisses. intimacies that felt as if they were long lost , thanks to the chaos that Corypheus had wrought. honestly , although he enjoyed teasing Élise and obviously liked her , he never thought they’d go past that one ( brief ) heated kiss they shared.

the Tevinter ran a hand through silver locks , taking some time to contemplate her question. eventually , a small smile peaked at the corner of his lips and his hands moved toward her —— one wrapped around her neck , thumb pressed to her throat. a careful touch , he simply meant to feel her heart beat. the other hand slid into her hair , behind the back of her head , gently pushing her closer towards him. gaze fell to her lips , oh how he wanted a taste.

                                         “ I don’t know , where do you want to kiss me? “

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 :  “ u asked for asks so please have élise softly cupping his face and giving his forehead a kiss “

fingertips soft like silk against his skin force him to hold back a smile. head tilted , leaning into the touch that came so randomly. it was nice , to feel the warmth of somebody’s hands against his face. to feel like not everybody hates you. the kiss placed upon his forehead offered a brief moment of content —— and happiness?

“ Élise , “ the name rolled off his tongue , spoken as if he didn’t want to disturb the peace. quietly. “ what was that for? “

     ❝  A lady never reveals her secrets.  ❞  PLAYFUL BANTER was an instant target, she had heard his tone &&. deemed it that he was impressed by her skills in the roguish art. Ghostly remnants of a smile tickled her features, arms perfectly at ease by her sides to demonstrate a less defensive pose. He was the Inquisitor, after all, &&. she needed not to act as the defender entirely around him.  ❝  The truth is I had a collection of teachers in my youth, all with unique methods that made the talent of a rogue appear worthwhile.  ❞

she panted hard, dropping herself right down onto her behind. a complete disregard for the IMMENSE amount of dead rabbits around them. did she sit on one of them? possibly. but she didn’t care. she just needed a MINUTE. 

❝ plan? ❞ she looked up at her companion, eyebrows furrowed. ❝ WELL, the original plan hadn’t included KILLER RABBITS intent on ripping my face OFF. now that we have to factor them in, i’m trying to REVISE plans a-d currently.  ❞

     Anne eyes him for a long moment, before she wrinkles her nose. As far as religion was concerned, she had never been the Maker’s greatest fan because it was his word that her own father had used when she was little to force pristine behaviour. “If he bothers to tell us what he does have planned,” she replies with a wry smile. Anne is as able bodied as they get, while her hands were soft from lack of work, she made up for that with a willingness and eagerness to learn. She would not become those nobles seen standing in the great all, tittering about the throne and fluttering their fans at anyone who dared look their way. Snobbery irks her more than she lets on at times. “If ye’ll have me. That bein’ said, certainly weren’t expectin’ the inquisitor himself to meet me.” There’s a nervous duck of her head, but she brightens considerably at the mention of the tavern. “I wonder if they’ve got any spiced wine, I drink that down like water when it’s put in front of me.”