#incitesin

her hands dance along his waist until one disappears into the hem of his trousers and snakes downwards. " would you consider this to be good? or is this not what you wanted? " she enjoyed this game in ways she couldn't describe. she pushed, he pushed back, she pushed more and he gave her exactly what she wanted. sometimes he'd deny her what she wanted most, and while she didn't enjoy it in the moment, she knew he'd eventually give in. her pleasure was his pleasure. his pleasure was hers. they were one entity, one person, one heart.

if he denied her, he was denying himself as well.

she looks at him through her blonde lashes and smirks. his labored breathing and twitchy movements was enough of a sign for her to know what he was thinking. and feel. she could feel it with every sigh -- from her fingertips to her hand wrapped around his length, to their bodies pressed against each other.

" are you going to be good for me? " lanaya repeats him, feeling a burst of confidence and pride on her tongue, or maybe it was from the adrenaline of the day that she was still riding on.

He's definitely hesitant to return to Denerim in general. It's been...what? 14 years? And he'd like to think he can just waltz right through, get the job done, not have to worry about the ghosts he's left behind but. Of course there's talk about the alienage being closed off, about tensions running high and...something's not right. Why are they quarantining the elves? Why isn't the whole of Denerim closed off if there's some sort of contagion spreading?

So, he braves it. Because it's not as if anyone else would know why he's hesitant at this point other than being an elf. Since the rumors spread at the tower that he was mage born, everyone always assumed he'd only known the Circle and the Chantry. The Alienage...it hosts the few people who would know otherwise.

His mother is there. And he cannot stomach the thought of returning to her and being received completely unrecognized. He is no longer her daughter, and he looks to much like his father, and it might hurt her. He doesn't want to hurt her.

But he keeps his mind set on their mission. To assist the plagued citizens, the uncover why it is there are odd healers amidst the elves.

Tevinter. And it immediately bodes ill with him. Because he knows his magic based history. He knows how they are with elves, and he knows something is wrong, especially with Anora's tip off that this is part of Howe's meddling.

When he learns that the "healers" are taking in sick elves, he offers himself up, allows his taint to pass as an illness and separates himself from the rest of the group. It obviously doesn't take long for the healers to recognize the exact description of one of the Grey Wardens Loghain has a bounty on. The fight ensues, and he wins out, even if it is a bit of a struggle. He is better than he was when he first left the tower, after all.

He talks to the elves imprisoned in the back room of the shelter, and when he learns of the sick never returning, the pit in his stomach widens. Were these elves even truly sick...? Were they simply convinced of such a thing?

He asks if they never questioned why their friends and family hadn't been returned to them, if they ever felt that...something was amiss? But they assured them they'd sent one of their best with the healers, one who hadn't been sick but they took her in so that she could help. She had every inquiry under the sun and surely, she would return with answers.

And the name that passes their lips causes a wave of sickness to roll through the elven mage.

Maeren. Because of course she wouldn't allow her people to come to harm by the Tevinter healers, Not when she had been a servant once upon a time. she had always looked after her people, especially after losing her husband and child.

The elves were being taken to the abandoned apartments, and it is every sickening step forward that takes Behni there, not making time to regroup with the rest of the party. He goes alone, to confront the slavers. because he knows now this is what the fate of the elves is...

And when he meets them? When he confirms his suspicions? It is enough to want to kill them.

...But one of them, they are wearing a bracelet. Orlesian in design and ever familiar. He cannot forget it because he awaited the day it fit around his wrist as a child. He always loved his mother's intricate jewelry.

Where did you get that? he inquires, already a man on the edge. because he knows. They stole it. They stole it off of her ans stripped her of what was hers.

And then they speak, and he is undone. one that fought back. swore so bitterly and wouldn't be held down. a shame she was so persistent. the color of her hair would have fetched her a good price. pure scarlet.

He kills them. Every last one of them until he is soaked to the bone in their blood. The world will always try to bring the elves under their heel but for now...for now there would be no more.

He takes the bracelet back, and he weeps. He weeps for his Mamae. He does not care if she would not recognize him, he only wishes now that she could see him. Hug him, even if she would not know him as hers. His hands are still pulsing with the vast amounts of mana spent, but he feels so cold. Cold, and alone...because now there truly is no remnants of the child before the tower.