Chapter 1- The Hawke and the Elf
Her heart was racing in her chest. Her mind was wracked with worry and her feet refused to remain planted to the floor. She continued to pace backwards and forwards, the unfamiliarity of her plush surroundings ensuring that the country elf remained even more on edge.
"Ugh" Merrill groaned, she clasped her palms over her eyes, shielding her sensitive eyes from the warm glow of the candles scattered around the room which bathed the room in a warm, serene glow. "Have I made a mistake? What would she say? What if she-"
"Merrill?" A strong voice broke the perpetual silence, freezing Merrill in mid-step. Merrill silently rose her face from her cupped palms, turning to face the source of the voice. A figure stood in the doorway, a tall woman dressed in the simple, elegant clothes of a Hightown noble woman. She also appeared to be the owner of the estate- Brianna Hawke.
"Oh thank goodness you are here" Merrill stepped forward to greet her visitor. "I thought you had gone to the Hanged Man" Merrill stepped wistfully to the side, her gaze floating across the room. "And I almost went there to look for you first but then I thought you'd gone to see your uncle instead..." Merrill slowly trailed off, her head lowering in quiet submission. Merrill raised her bashful gaze. "And I am rambling aren't I?"
Hawke simply smiled sweetly. "I don't mind- you are adorable when you are flustered"
"After you left I..." Merrill trailed off, searching for the correct words. "I could not stop thinking about Pal and the mirror and everything that has happened. I wonder if I made a mistake, leaving the Dalish"
"You are just feeling homesick, don't second guess yourself" Hawke reassured her Elven companion.
"I suppose if I hadn't left my people I never would have met you. I am not like you, and I wish that I were" Merrill smiled bashfully, always someone who could discover the bright side of any situation. "You are beautiful and clever and you never make any mistakes. And I... I do not deserve you"
"Of course you do- it is I who does not deserve someone like you" Brianna could not deny the effect Merrill had had on her over the past few years since Hawke had accepted her into her group.
"I have made a mess of things, I know that." Merrill's gaze lowered, her fingers intertwining together in her nervous habit. "It is foolish of me to even dream that you might..."
"You do not have to dream about it" Hawke stepped forward, taking Merrill's chin in her long fingers. "It is alright" Hawke leant forward, gliding her lips towards Merrill's. Their lips met in an explosive flurry of warm human passion and serene, magical Dalish magic.
Brianna finally broke the embrace, the cold touch of the night air cascading over her lips in the absence of Merrill's warm touch. Merrill clasped Hawke's hands in her delicate fingers, raising them from her sides in a gentle, fluid motion. Merrill tugged on Briannas hands, pulling her companion towards the bed behind them. Merrill's knees caught on the edge of the bed, the joint collapsing in upon themselves and dragging her companion down on top of her. Merrill bounced on top of the soft mattress, their two bodies pressing warmly together, the lovers giggling sweetly as their legs became entangled at the foot of the bed.
Savouring the momentum Hawke pounced her lips down on top of Merrill's, the two of them quickly becoming enveloped in the intense passion of their shared kiss. Hawke could feel the gentle touch of Merrill's tongue slowly slipping past Hawke's lips and into the warm alcove of her partners waiting mouth once again. Hawke clashed her tongue against Merrill's. Warm human power clashed with serene elven magic. The two of them collided in a duel of pleasure- Hawke had reach, but Merrill had flexibility. In the end both proved too difficult for either party to overcome, instead they retreated from the kiss, both of them grasping for much needed breaths.
Hawke smiled down at her Dalish counterpart, Merrill returning the warm gesture. "The human noble" Merrill spoke in a wistful voice. "Rising from obscurity to become a powerful force in the city of Kirkwall. And as she fights demons, bandits and corrupt city officials at her side stands her Dalish sorcerer. Cast aside by her own people and thrust into the underworld of an unforgiving city the secret Blood Mage seeks comfort in the arms of her fearless leader" Merrill leant forward, nuzzling her nose against Hawkes. "And her love is well returned"
Hawke giggled sweetly. "Sounds like one of Varrics fantasy novels" Hawke placed her lips to Merrill's ear. "And I think we both know how they end"