#scield

yaaaaas, swooping iiis baaaaad.

Boots scuffed upon the stone floor of the War Room, barely conscious of her surroundings as one by one, her advisors took their leave, to the point that all who remained behind were the new leader of the Grey Wardens and the Inquisitor herself. Dull ache throbbed behind her eyes as the glow of the candles only seemed to strain her sight further.  The War Table sat before them, almost foreboding in it's size and scattered markers for completed and pending missions. So much yet to be done, and it seemed sand continued to slip between the spaces of her fingers, reminding her that time was not on her side.              " While I appreciate your forces joining our cause, I do fear                their numbers. There are so few of you left--I do not wish                to dwindle it further by sending them on such runs. They                may seem small, ser, but ambushes can strike a heavy                blow. I do not---- " A sigh fell from fatigued lips, her eyes falling closed as she was forced to recant. Darkspawn forces were beginning to bolster in the Western Approach as well as the Storm Coast. It felt as if they were converging on them from all sides, attempting to wedge them in a corner and she was hesitating. She was the one to make these decisions but she hesitated.               " Maker, I wish we had more time. "

      "And let me guess, that's our only option, right?"

              power, passion, pain ; all together now.

            brave men would never claim happiness.

          secrets kept, secrets found, secrets loved.                                                               OR          her touches soothed all his hurts.                           ( the queen learned to smile again. )

        he was (her) everything, until he wasn't.

in death, his tainted blood c l e a n s e s