#valdra

@allwisemenweep​ || cont x 

Valdra is very much new to Skyhold. They were going to try to petition for the Inquisitor’s aid, but it seems luck isn’t on their side. When they trip and lose their balance their hand definitely lands on something it shouldn’t have & their cheeks immediately turn a rosy pink. “My, what a healthy man you are!” Oh, wait, no, that’s definitely not how they should have responded. Granted, is it normal for the Inquistor to walk around, er, standing at attention?

They clasp their hands together and duck their head sheepishly. “I apologize…that was, ah, not the most tactful way of responding…” Valdra trails off and looks away. Their face feels hot. This is definitely not how they planned their first meeting with the Inquisitor going. “Not to be insulting! It was, ah, very nice. Anatomically correct, I’m sure?” They tilt their head. “Oh no, I shouldn’t have said that either.”

Valdra laughs, a nervous little titter. “This is not going how I hoped it would. I’m sorry, Inquisitor, for tripping and, well, you know.” They raise their hands in defeat. Kaaras has every right to be irritated with them! They, well, accidentally groped him! How crude! “I didn’t mean to—granted, I suppose my intent doesn’t matter. Oh.” They pause. Kaaras probably doesn’t even know their name. “I’m…Valdra. Again, sorry. This is just. Terribly awkward. And very much my fault. You probably think the worst of me and we’ve only just met! Oh dear…”

Kaaras didn’t know what was worse, the fact that they were a stranger or the fact that they appeared to be just as awkward as he was. No, the worst of it was that the elf clearly knew what they’d touched! Oh, Maker, save him. He could have died right this instant and honestly not cared at all. 

The red of his face surely spread to every inch of his body, and Kaaras took a step back, looking like some kind of halla in the torchlight, ready to flee at any given moment if his legs hadn’t gone stiff and his form not so rigid. 

“Maker take me, I... I don’t... This isn’t something that...” That was a lie. Kaaras was much more sensitive compared to others, he had come to find over the years. He’d struggled with this issue for the last decade at least. And this was not a conversation he wanted to have outside. Or... or at all! This was horribly embarrassing, it was hard enough to walk around with an awkward erection, let alone someone else finding out about it. Curse his body, curse his sensitivity issues, and curse everything else about him right now. He could have spontaneously combusted if he were any less in control of his own magic. 

The Inquisitor was clearly not the type to boast about the size of his endowment. In fact, he’d always been concerned of his size. He became exceptionally worried that people would notice, even with clothes on, especially in moments like this. 

Caught off guard at the sudden introduction, he would have taken any turn of conversation to get the idea of his hardened cock out of his and the elf’s mind. He straightened himself up and tried to gather himself. It was an accident after all, and the poor man didn’t need to apologise.

“I... no, no, it’s... It’s quite alright.” He cleared his throat, tugging his tunic down a little bit to try and hide the bulge that had just been groped. “I should be apologising. I’m... I’m very sorry you had to... fall onto that?” His long ears fell down again in an embarrassed manner.