Your songs
I hate you. I curse you and your stupid laughter. Your foolish eyes, your idiotic mouth and all the senseless things you say. You are the embodiment of poison in my head; the thorn in my side. I hate you.
You are my rival. I see how the warden looks at you, even though I am destined to carry his baby. I see him looking at you and it fills me with rage, he is mine I want to say. But how could he not look at you? Your irritating beautiful hair, your lips, you are not just seductive, you are seduction.
You are so irritating, do you know that? Do you know how you ail me with your never-ending chatter? You never stop talking, and that is not an overstatement. I don't know if you know the meaning of silence.
It is all your fault. I was in the woods alone, minding my own business. I was a wolf, I was free, at peace, serene, calm, undisturbed… that was when I heard it. Your singing. Oh, your singing, cursed spite. Cursed bard. Why must you sound so inviting? Me, in my wolf, I stood still. Listening. I didn't dare to move, I didn't want it to end. I was a wolf, 'tis not meant for them to see colour. Yet, when I was listening, the forest was flooded with different shades of green, even to my wolf eyes.
I hate you. I hate me. I hate Flemeth, I curse all of life. Please set me free? I was not meant to feel this way. You are my rival, the thorn in my side; you are the one thing that is going to ruin everything. When the warden looks at you, I want to claw his eyes out because you are mine. I don't want his eyes to be on you.
I stumbled on my way to your tent; please believe me when I say that I didn't want to go to you. You are poison and the longer I spend in your presence the sicker I get. This is a weakness that is driving me mad, I want you to stop torturing me now because if you don't I fear I might have to kill you.
I enter your tent, I have my staff, I am ready to fight. You look up and you look happy to see me. Stupid, ridiculous, vexing bard, what is wrong with you? Don't look at me with those trusting eyes. Don't smile with that mouth.
I hate you. And yet I find myself hungering for you. Ask me, my eyes plead with you, ask me anything and I will answer. I am powerless around you. It is not right. It was not supposed to be that way. I hear myself talk, telling my story to you. Then my story is over and silence fills the tent. You stay quiet for once, but instead of enjoying your silence it worries me. Please, my eyes are pleading at you again, tell me to leave, tell me you don't want me here, tell me that you never want to speak to me again. Free me from this hold that you got on me without my permission. Tell me you hate me like I hate you, and I will be grateful. Release me so I will no longer have to grief at what can never be.
You are the most insufferable person I have ever met. You whisper my name, for some reason this causes a shiver to run down my spine. I hate you. You whisper my name again. I hate you, Leliana, I hate you. I don't say this; instead I lean in and kiss you.