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Climbing trees has never been a hassle, next to the life he’s lived. Hell, made for the life he’s lived, clinging feet and zinging stars, grasping toes and screaming from the mountaintops, streaking through the trees, frightening birds and small animals from their perches and he’s so, so sorry for this notion, those poor creatures so spooked.
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As Roland’s gripping feet ascended to the treetops, so did Theo’s boot heels clamor against the soft dirt floor of the forest. A race it was, then! Bracing the scratch of branching greenery and dodging gnarled roots with excited leaps, the Warden rushed through the brush with a spark of competitive delight. It felt good -no, not good- spectacular to bound through nature with his Beloved, to embrace the strain of muscles and pounding heart and fluttering of startled birds. It felt like home, like freedom. Laughter belted out of him, loud and bright as the grin it rode from. Leaves rustled from above and rained down upon him, with them coming the beautiful graces of Roland’s voice. Roland’s songs. Theo’s heart burst to hear it, his eyes welling with the greatest of joy, his feet kicking up dirt as he tried his best to keep up; chasing that glorious chorus as if it were the last thing he may ever hear. Alas, awe triumphed and drew him to a waning halt until Theo stood still and panting and beaming as he watched towards the canopies, simply savoring the echo of his favorite voice. Utter bliss. Eyes fell to a close, honing his senses only to his ears as he chuckl---
fwoom - thUNK!
Eyelids snapped open to find an arrow lodged into a nearby tree, and instinct alone ushered him to find harbor behind another’s trunk. The exhilarated pounding in his chest traded with panic, and the rogue knelt silent as he listened to the conversation was being had above him. Understanding of it was scattered, but the knot in his stomach was still perfectly realized whence Roland volunteered himself to cordially greet an arrow with his face. Peeking out from his hiding place, Theo’s heart leapt as he nearly jumped, himself...until-- Wait. The weapon was lowered....there was familiarity. There was...love! A Reunion! The shriek from the Dalish stranger struck his nerves with a flinch, but the intensity was immediately overwhelmed by relief. By joy for not only his Love’s life, but his happiness. How beautiful a sight it was to behold such a heartfelt homecoming! A bark of a laugh dropped from tensed lungs before suddenly clasping a hand to his mouth. Already, Theo had begun to approach, but tried to keep his steps gentle as not to interrupt. This was an encounter beyond him, with years of history... but he couldn’t help but watch like a baited-breath audience within the first rows of perhaps the best play he’d ever seen.
















