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From Yue

@dragonagedmage Warm. Cuddles with Yue were always warm, and more comforting than anything Aylen could think of at the time. Lying there together, her curled up close while he spooned her, his arms around her waist. It felt safe, it felt wonderful. She could just fall asleep there in his embrace without a care in the world...

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He’d smelled the rain coming earlier, though he hadn’t paid much mind to it because it seemed far off still. Or at least if had been. They’d underestimated the speed of the clouds rolling in. He underestimated the distant sound of thunder having thought it was father.

He’d managed to at least grab their picnic basket of snacks before they’d gotten drenched in the sudden downpour. Though he couldn’t say the same for himself. He’d forgone his usual cloak back at Skyhold thinking the weather would be mild enough to go without it and now he found himself regretting that decision as his light tunic and pants clung to him, hair sticking and curling to him and making him look like some half drowned sea monster.

He stared up at the sky, humming.

“…Well, I suppose this gives our little outing a bit of atmosphere, but I don’t think this is exactly what we had in mind, vhenan.”

Perhaps he’d been over-eager, thinking too much about spending a nice afternoon with his lover instead of being concerned about the weather. At the very least he probably should have brought a heavier coat. All the would-haves and could-haves, but that didn’t change the fact that they were both drenched and hiding among the trees.

Pushing his wet hair back from his face, Elerosse couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness. A little rain wouldn’t hurt in the long-term, even if he was a little chilly, and they had one very undignified walk back to Skyhold.

“Yeah... atmosphere,” he chuckled and let one shoulder brush up against Yue’s as he looked out at the picturesque picnic spot they’d just abandoned. “Of course this would happen the one afternoon we have to ourselves. Naturally, right?”

All the same, Elerosse didn’t seem overly upset, and smiled up at his soaked lover.

Lasair was the first to ride through the gates of Skyhold, alongside her companions. She trotted inside eagerly, eyes scanning the courtyard for someone in particular. When she met his gaze, a broad smile spread across her face. Yue. With a small, joyful laugh, Lasair all but leapt from her horse and handed the reins off to the nearest groom. With feet now firmly on the ground, she dashed across the courtyard to meet him and tossed her arms around his shoulders.

“I missed you,” she murmured into his shoulder. It was uncharacteristically familiar for the Inquisitor, who was known for her professionalism, especially in public.

“Today looks like to be the perfect day to burn the entire South to the ground, don’t you agree?”

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Human sacrifices weren’t usually his preferred tactic. But sometimes, a spell called for more power than his blood could muster, and this one was particularly ritualistic. The unfortunate man was spread out on the table, arcane symbols carved into flesh as Surana stood over him, hands drenched in blood.

The last thing he needed was for someone to walk in on him. The door was supposed to be locked. But of course, fate was never that kind.