I apologize for weird summary, but I sinceely hope at least someone somehow enjoys this one-shot :)

Implied romance with (f!)Lavellan

It's that dream again. I've seen it so many times that I no longer know whether it's a nightmare or the most delightful of dreams. Yet, I always watch it with the same feelings.

My heart, racing. My legs, trembling. And in my eyes, the ocean of red. The boy bares his blade, seemingly ready to strike. Yet his mask cannot hide the tears falling. I know not whether they are of fear or of knowledge of sin. I will never know and neither will he.

The blade is falling, closer to my chest with every moment passing. I close my eyes and move my arms. The blade is a threat no more as it falls on a floor. A brisk ring and following dull noise. I open my eyes, boy lays on ground beneath, blade next to his powerless body. Doubtlessly he's dead. I know that, yet, as always I descend from the stairs, carefully eyeing every fiber on his unmoving body.

I close in, turn the body on back, the mask slips off, I know him. Even though I've known for years now, I still feel the shock run through my body. Stunned, my mind is a mess, it starts to rain, or are those simply the tears washing the red off his face? To make me understand, to make me suffer, to make me a sinner. I cannot tear away from the sight, but a new feeling surges from the depths of my heart. Smile creeps to my lips and slowly blooms. Soon I cannot contain myself any longer and manic laughter reverberates through the silent capital. I look upon a moonless sky, the stars are silent witnesses to my sin. The longer I look, the more they look down on me in pity. Am I sane? Am I mad?

I pay one more eyeful to my victim's face, studying it. What a disgusting dying face, full of surprise and despair. Are all of them like this? Curiosity takes over me. As I am about to go get an answer to my question, I spot a reflection in his lifeless eyes. Twisted creature with crooked smile. Curiously enough, it's wearing my mask. It takes a second to comprehend. Fear takes over me again as the weight of my sin brings out the sanity once more. I run.

It's about time I wake up. Surprisingly the dream goes on. That's for the first time. Where am I running to?

Soon, the scene changes. I know this place, it evokes both fond and despairful memories. Haven, where I first met her. I hear a voice, it calls my name. Its melody is calming, yet strong. I turn around to see its owner, our eyes meet, just like in stories Leliana used to tell. My heart races once more, although this time, it is pleasant feeling that spreads. She smiles and stretches her arms. Her sweet scent embraces me and I finally wake up from the dream.

This is my first fanfiction so any critique is desired (read:plz tell me what I did wrong, I see even hate and trolling as a sort of critique so don't hold back).