Greetings everyone. 'Tis me again. This time, I bring you a story of love, betrayal and chest hair. On a more serious note. This is a story of Lavellan who fell hard for her beautiful spymaster whose last sincerely romantic escapade (Warden) ended up with her brokenhearted. I hope this attempt does not end up with you dissappointed and me stoned.
"As you know, I am Leliana. Left hand of the divine Justinia. I take care of more...behind the scenes type of work."
"She's our spymaster."
"That was very tactfully put Cassandra."
"Well I am Ellana Lavellan. My position involves a sort of prisoneresque feel of pain, shackles and a glowing mark which makes the thought of biting my own arm off seem very endearing. As you most probably know by now."
"Whoa. Am I the only one who felt that? If that's not some great double sass right there, I don't know what else could be. You guys are a perfect match...I will excuse myself before I am executed." said Varric as he grinned and distanced himself from the scene.
"I have to admit," followed Ellana "That chest hair's got style."
Unsurprisingly, everyone present turned their sight to Ellana.
"Well~. If you no longer have any use for me here, I'll be going as well. There's a humongous hole in the sky that needs patching up after all." and so the herald left, ignoring the Seeker's eyes, which seemed to scream 'Maker help us all'
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"Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just..."
when Ellana arrived at Leliana's tent, the redhead was in the middle of praying. Although not all that religious, nor overly sensitive, Ellana decided to wait in silence.
"... Is death your only blessing?" ending the prayer with ominous question, Leliana turned her attention to the petite elf.
"You speak for Andraste, no? What does Maker's prophet have to say about all this? What's his game?"
"I say bring in some spirit and let me get drunk enough to dance naked in front of Cassandra like a lunatic. For the game your god plays. It could be either chess or - as I prefer to think – the game of Wicked Grace."
"You don't even worship the Maker from the way you speak." said Leliana in a very accusing tone
"From the way my ears and face look, it should be more than obvious."
"Oh, right. Elves and the Creators. Maybe I should convert, they seem like a likeable lot, judging from how the Dalish I knew felt about them."
"You know other Dalish? That's quite a rare feat for a shemlen," spymaster's remark caused Ellana to respond with an honest surprise coloring both her face and voice.
"That doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, you're quite lucky to be off the Maker's hook. He demands a lot." redhead tightened her hands in fists "Justinia gave him everything and he still let her die. What good is he when he let's his most faithful die?" silence fell upon the two. Ellana, not knowing what to say decided to take the surest route of breaking the quietness.
"I'm...sorry for your loss. I didn't know her, but she must have been a wonderful person."
"Save the empty words for someone who cares. As you said yourself, you didn't know her and you don't really know me," Leliana said so in condemning voice.
"I've wasted too much time. I'll be going back to my work. As a herald of Andaste, you should be busy enough yourself. Why don't you go somewhere where you can be of use?" as Leliana walked away, Ellana had close to no words left. Nevertheless, she still had a few.
"I might not have known you for a long time, but I understood that you're a good person the moment I saw you."
Nightingale's steps did not even waver.
Thank you for reading through the first chapter. Please do spare a few more moments of your time to leave me any feedback. I'll try to post the next chapter as soon as possible and I promise that I'll do my best to stick with this work 'till the bitter end.
