A/N: I've sort of just bumbled into this fandom a bit. Sorry about that. I've not even finished the game yet. Here's a little one shot drabble thing with my precious cinnamon roll Josephine and my OC Alex.
Skyhold was cold. Unbearably so and Josephine did not want to spend another night alone, shivering in her bed because Alex hadn't come back from a mission Cassandra had sent her on. Lady Montilyet sighed as she wrested her pen down, the ink dripping off the tip and causing a mess on her desk. She'd clean it up later, perhaps.
Alex was probably with Sera; Josephine hadn't seen the elf in god knows how long and she was too tired to be one edge all the time, worrying about a bucket of water falling from a door above her or finding a piece of paper under the leg of her desk. Cassandra and Dorian were absent too, leaving Skyhold far too quiet for the ambassadors liking.
She wasn't jealous, either, no matter what Leliana said. She was just so damn worried for the four of them. Yes, even Dorian she was worried about. Josephine stood from her desk, deciding that the burning sensation in her eyes was probably a good indication that she needed sleep, and went to her chambers.
The bed was suddenly far too uncomfortable; Josephine thrashed around, there were thoughts racing around her head, and there was no body to latch onto, to cuddle up against and press soft kisses to. There was just the presence of absence beside her.
Maybe Alex was in the emerald graves, or maybe she was in the hinterlands helping out the locals there. Or… or maybe she had been killed. Maybe Cassandra and Dorian were dragging her body back right now, Sera covering them with a wall of arrows.
Maybe, Josephine thought, maybe she just needed some sleep.