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Alanari: I'd hoped I would find you here.

Sabina: Hmmm, well...it brought back some good memories, you know?

Alanari (grinning): Better than cozying up to dignitaries, anyway.

Sabina: Mm. How is that going, anyways?

Sabina: I mean...you obviously came to hide, so...

Alanari: And I found you to hide with. Interesting how things work, isn't it?

Sabina: I'd suggest we, ah, reenact our last time here, but...well.

Alanari: What's to stop us?

Sabina: Your bodyguard.

Alanari: Oh.

Alanari: Well.

Sabina: B-b-but, ah, did you want to talk about something?

Alanari: I was hoping...that is, I wanted to--

Alanari: Creators.

Sabina: Yeah?

Alanari: I have something. For you.

Sabina: For me?

Alanari: I made it, for you. I mean--

Alanari: In the clans, when we want to marry, we--

Sabina: Marry?

Sabina: Wait, Alana, are you proposing?

Alanari: I suppose I am?

Sabina: Of course.

Alanari: What?

Sabina: That's my answer. Of course I will.

Alanari: Oh. Sabina, emma lath...

Alanari: I should give you this.

Sabina: This- this is beautiful.

Sabina: It's- Lana, I love you.

Alanari: Say it again?

Sabina: I love you.

“Ah, my pardon. I am aware I should not partake of the hearsay that shrouds this keep like mist most nights, yet I find myself drawn in on occasion, nonetheless.” Graceful in his apology, Fenris slanted a glance her way, something like wariness simmering in the back of his mind that was not yet resolved. There was no reason not to take her at her word, after all.

“But you are correct. I am no mage.” Resting his hands on his knees in an unconscious attempt to communicate his lack of threat, Fenris directed his gaze back out to the sky before them, the familiar vista offering some small amount of comfort in a place that reminded them of the task they faced at every turn. “I was a slave,” he stated matter-of-factly. “And then, a fugitive. Tevinter can be an exceedingly unpleasant place to live for those who do not wield magic. And even for some that do.”

actually, vivienne has several. this latest companion of the inquisitor’s is a veritable pandora’s box: appearing out of skyhold from quite literally nowhere, elegantly deflecting questions about her previous whereabouts behind alienages, possessing quite an extraordinary skill at killing —

not to mention her spot-on knowledge about a certain something. 

vivienne pretends to be fascinated with her nails for several moments before looking up abruptly, straight into sabina’s eyes. she smiles. 

“how is it you know so much about the venatori, my dear? specifically: where to find their hideous, rat-infested nests. your track record is quite impressive; you’ve found caches that even darling scout harding was unaware of. rather odd for someone from … where was it again?” 

her tone is clear: whatever you’re about to tell me, it had better be good.

She didn’t sound entirely enthused by the prospect of his presence, but Fenris took a seat as indicated regardless, his curiosity (and mild suspicion) of the other elf overruling his native desire to keep his own company. 

He’d heard a good deal of her, but who knew what was truth and what a tale around here? Rumors bloomed and faded over the course of a day, a garden that shifted over the Hold like the sun’s shadow, and seemed to hold no particular person sacred save the Inquisitor herself. To a certain degree. Her affairs, of course, were as eagerly discussed as any. Apparently there were limits to the reverence even the Herald of Andraste could demand.

“So. What part of the Imperium do you hail from?” Fenris asked after a few moments of silence, before that absence of speech could become too awkward, his gaze fixed on the stars sprinkled liberally above the battlements.

“I’m...not from the Imperium.” She lies. “You must have misheard maybe. Lots of rumors, easy to get them mixed up. I’m from Antiva.”

She turns her gaze to the stars as well, hoping the bold and blatant lies would at least throw him off her trail. There’s not really harm in knowing she’s from Tevinter, she supposes. As long as her true purpose here remains undisclosed. 

[ With A Thousand Sweet Kisses ]

Sabina lets out a soft gasp as Alanari climbs on top of her, pressing their lips to her cheek. She giggles as they straddle her lap, fingers deftly working to the gentle silk strip that holds her robe together, undoing the knot softly. A blush comes over her cheeks as intentions become clear. a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

Alanari moves their kisses more intimately, at the corner of her lips, pushing her back until she’s flat on her back. Her hands move to rest on Alanari’s hips, rubbing thumbs in small circles over the linen tunic, slowly working under and seeking their soft skin. a kiss above the collarbone. 

With her silk robe untied and Alanari slowly working down lower. Sabina’s breath becomes ragged and the blush on her sun kissed cheeks darkens, painted from ear tip to ear tip. She bites her lower lip as Alanari trails lower, kissing at her throat, her pulse, just above her collarbone. Above her breasts, exposed to the cool air of Skyhold. She squirms at the wet marks they leave, breathing in through clenched teeth. 

a kiss on the hipbone. 

She’s trembling now, hand reaching down to tangle in Alana’s hair, grasping and holding tightly, tugging as they reach sensitive flesh at her hips. Sabina whimpers and loosens her grip as they proceed lower. Sabina’s chest rises and falls, lifting her head to look down and watch as their tongue caresses her sex. Just long enough to make eye contact, to watch Sabina’s face contort with pleasure. 

a kiss on the inner thigh. 

@magistersblade​  | Short form starters | Accepting

Sabina jumps at the voice, piercing the silence of the night. Stupid assassin, letting someone creep on you like that, she berates herself as she wheels around and faces the man. Ah. Him. She was acutely aware of the other Vint. Knew it from the accent, if not the reputation. Yet another thorn that could out her secret before it is due.