SHE ALMOST GOT AWAY
Inquisitor Trevelyan woke up with a start. It was now all over and that wasn't something he expected. Corypheus was defeated, sent back into the fade. The Inquisition had won, yet here he was, sweaty, short of breath, he had faced bandits, Red Templars, demon, dragons, a Tevinter Magister of old, he had managed to seal a rift in the sky that threatened to tear the world apart. All without fear. Nervousness? Sure how could he not? But he knew he was never alone, even when he felt like the world was resting on his shoulders, he knew he wasn't alone. His inner circle was always there to lend a hand, his advisors, and their expertise also always there when he needed their wisdom. He was never truly alone.
He realized why he was so nervous, so scared. She was coming. Reports put her at most a week away, a week. A week to get ready, a week to figure out what he would say. What he would say when he saw her again. They had made plans already.
"You know that thing we do when we meet out there? The playful banter? That's just for fun right?"
"It is fun, and I would like it to continue."
"Really? Wow. I'm…stunned…and flattered, and a little bit afraid. I often spend time at the tavern. Maybe you could join me sometime?"
I'd like that Scout Harding."
"You can call me Lace"
It was so long ago, he still couldn't believe it would happen. The first time they flirted he was surprised with himself, he was always shy in the midst of women. The women in his inner circle was different. He never really saw them as the opposite sex but as companions who where there to help him reach his goals. But Lace Harding had been different, from the moment he saw her. He could still remember that last conversation as if it was yesterday.
She was only a few days away, and Inquisitor Trevelyan didn't know how he would handle that situation.
He wanted to see her, he didn't realize until after they made plans that he never truly cared if he ,managed to survive the final confrontation with Corypheus. After knowing that he had a chance to spend some time alone with her after everything was over, he realized that he wanted to survive, he had something to look forward to.
"Lace Harding…if only you knew."
The Inquisitor got up from bed, the roots of a plan forming, he needed advice though, but who to go to? He walked to the balcony, looking down into the gardens. He saw her. Of course, who else but someone who had managed to get into a relationship with someone unexpected, someone who had just appeared in their life, someone used to having an "unconventional" relationship. He quickly made his way downstairs . He needed advice, a dragon he could handle, speaking with Lace about anything other than work? Tell her how he felt about her? That was something else entirely.
Yet he needed to, there was simply no escaping it. He had found himself thinking about her every free moment that he had. Granted as Inquisitor there wasn't a whole lot of free time, but little as it was, it was constantly spent thinking about her. He didn't know at what point he started having feelings for her. The flirting had started as something harmless, he still wasn't sure how it had started, but there it was, something to ease the tension while getting a field report from her, and somehow it had turned into something more, he would look for excuses to keep on talking to her, but there was always the mission.
Now the mission was over, at least for the time being, and she was on her way back. He Would seek her out, he Would spend time with her, he Would try and figure out how to make something out of it. He liked her, he wanted more than just the flirting. He would not let her get away, not without trying to start something, something that could develop into a real relationship, something that he never had. Blackwall and Josephine, Dorian and Bull. They had managed to find something precious through all of this, now it was his turn. He was determined to give it his all, even if he ended up hurt.
The Inquisitor had finally made his way to the garden, he looked around, and saw her, sitting on her favorite bench. Determined, he made his way to her.
"Morrigan…"