DISCLAIMER- You guys probably already guessed that I don't own Dragon Age Inquisition, or any of the characters and plots in it. I only own my own characters and plots.
I based this off of the dreams that I've been having recently. Pesky little lost boy- are you trying to help me by invading my dreams? Anyways, I hope that this makes sense. Tbh I haven't really gotten to play Inquisition too much, so I apologize.
Also, a little note, this will start out as a friendship, and maybe later on, depending on what I decide to do, will evolve into a romance. For now, it's friendship. There are hints of a male Lavellen and an Iron Bull romance, though.
I hope that you enjoy!
'Where am I?' Dakota though as he looked down and around in wonder.
It looked somewhat hazy, as if a thick mist was all around him, but he did not feel the damp humidity that would usually come with it.
Furthermore, his clothes- which were quite lovely- did not stick to his body.
There was something pulling him, too.
He could not resist- the pull was too strong.
He soon found himself inside of a house.
A very familiar house.
He felt the blood drain from his face as an icy cold dread filled him.
No, not this place.
"Hey. They're not here yet. Lock all of the doors and windows so they can't get in." A disembodied voice whispered.
Dakota swerved his head around, trying to find the source, but was only met with playful laughter.
"Come on! Hurry and lock everything up. They're coming." The voice said.
Dakota could see lights dimply shining through the windows.
The voice was right.
With his heart beating in his chest like a battering ram would against a castle door, he set to work locking everything.
He could hear their voices as they tried to open the doors, and he could feel himself panic.
"Upstairs. Come on, I'll race you!" The voice urged, the playful tone somehow easing Dakota.
A smile danced upon his lips as he rushed up the stairs, the skirt of his dress fluttering as he went.
In a frenzy, he locked all the windows on the top floor, as well as the latch to the roof.
"Now, don't forget down below. Hurry, they're coming!" The voice whispered again.
He was moving about so much, and his heart felt as if it were trying to break out of his rib cage, but he was not out of breath.
He knew that he should have been afraid, but he was excited, as if the playfulness of the voice dashed away his fears.
He barely made it to the door in time to lock it- they were banging on it just as he backed away.
The voice's laughter seemed to chase away the banging and the fear.
"Are you in my head?" Dakota asked.
"We both are, but I'm actually right behind you."
Dakota turned, his hair splaying out as he did so, barely grazing the chest of a rather odd individual.
Around Dakota's age, with rather raggedy clothes on, sickly pale skin, and a head of messy blonde hair hidden by a large floppy hat.
"Both? Wha-"
"Wake up!"
Dakota shot forward, struggling to get a lungful of air.
His heart was beating madly in his chest, and it felt as if he were rudely thrust back into his body.
Usually, these were the remnants of a nightmare, but strangely enough, he felt no feeling of terror or fear.
He felt...happy.
Happier than he had felt in a long while.
His hand went to retrieve his cell phone, which read 3:49AM- Too early to be awake, especially when he was on break from school.
After calming his heart, he laid back down in an attempt to catch a few hours more of sleep.
Meanwhile, a certain blonde haired boy was attempting to calm himself down.
Somehow, he had slipped into the fade.
With shaky legs, he stumbled off to find Solas, hoping that the elf could help him understand what just happened.