A/N: Next up, chapter 2 featuring my current Inquisition character and her romance, Sera! This takes place in the Emerald Graves, my absolute favorite area in the game (so far). Bioware must certainly have listened to the fans' complaining about the re-used areas in DA 2 because Inquisition blows both previous games out of the water when it comes to areas.

Disclaimer: Nope, still do not own any Dragon Age! Just like playing with the characters.

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Evelyn reclined back in the lush grass, groaning softly as her tired muscles were finally allowed the time to relax. Her messy gray locks, the color of a tempest at its zenith, shielded what little bit of sun filtered in through the breaks in-between the trees. Cool silvery-blue eyes slid closed as the exhausted warrior finally allowed her brain to gently power down. The Inquisitor grew still, her breathing deepening as sleep overcame her. All was well in the world.

A shadow fell over the slumbering woman, a pair of golden brown eyes watching Evelyn sleep, her chest rising and falling evenly. Sera smiled lightly, a twinkle in her lively orbs as she smoothly slid down on the ground beside her lover. The rogue propped her head in one hand, staring down at the face she had long ago committed to memory.

A deep tan covered the entirety of the warrior's body, making the Trevelyan look almost Rivaini in appearance despite her Orlesian roots. Her eyes were the shade of a lake at full moon, the brilliant light casting an ethereal glow among the waters. A scar started just above her right brow, ending a smidgeon passed her high cheekbones. But it was her hair that made her really stand out. Despite her relatively young age, her hair was the dark gray usually reserved for those at least twice her age. Evelyn told Sera one night that she had gotten teased mercilessly as a young child because of her unique coloring, leading her to be self-conscious about her hair until she was twenty.

Evelyn Trevelyan was a rare sort. The warrior was skilled in battle, wielding her blade fancifully like any good chevalier, and yet her technique resembled those used by Fereldens or Free Marchers. She was also a looker, her darker coloring and hair color making her unusual eyes literally pop. Evelyn had a way about her, an unconscious seductive nature that enthralled all who were around her and yet remained unknown to the young noble. Evelyn was all awkward and charming, something Sera would have thought better to describe herself with. Well, at least the awkward part.

Sera never fathomed that she would ever fall in love, especially not with a woman like Evelyn. They were complete opposites, veering on different ends of the spectrum. Sera was crass and outgoing, full and vibrant and full of all sorts of ideas and things she needed and wanted to say. Evelyn was more laid-back and calm, a sympathetic nature manifesting itself towards those mages she deemed deserving of their freedom. Sera herself could not give a whit about mages. Or at least not many of them. Magic made her uneasy and although it burned in her veins, in her blood, Sera refused to partake in what she perceived as "elfy" witchcraft. The difference of opinion might have been enough to sink most relationships in the water, but the Inquisitor would not be deterred from the woman she loved, no matter the circumstance.

Sera gently reached out, tracing the smooth skin of Evelyn's jaw before moving to her cheek. Evelyn nuzzled closer to the warm palm, making a small mewling noise in her sleep as she instinctively moved towards the scent and body even her subconscious would know anywhere. Sera ached deep in her chest at the movement, an uncomfortable swelling seeming to originate from her chest. Was that was love was supposed to feel like? Huh. It was almost like having a heart attack, but less lethal. She hoped it was not lethal anyway.

The elf let a few dark strands of Evelyn's hair trickle out from between her fingers. The woman had been working far too hard for the last few months. Now that everyone believed her to be a walking chosen of the Maker, the entirety of Thedas wanted to implore her for aid or kill her. Or both. In fact they had just finished a high profile mission in the Emerald Graves not three hours before. The little group had elected to stop at a base camp to relax for a short while and then be on their merry way. Dorian and Bull had both been fine with the idea. Sera had left the two making eyes at each other and flirting so blatantly you could feel the waves of tension and undisclosed desires waft between them. Sera quickly made her escape and searched for her Inquisitor.

The elf did not have the heart to wake the worn out woman, so instead she was content to just sit here and…be. She never could fathom why someone as important and selfless and beautiful would want to be with her. Everyone else thought she was a nutter, and honestly they were half right. It was as good a description for her as for Vivienne being a bitch, Cullen a workaholic, and Cassandra needing to get laid. Sera knew she was different than most people. Nobody seemed to understand what she meant, even when she thought it was pretty same wise. True, she talked in seemingly gibberish, but that was okay. That way only the best of the best would understand her, and maybe even like her.

It had come as a surprise when Evelyn seemed to understand her right off the bat. Not once had she acted like Sera was a loon or an immature child. The warrior always made a point to invite her to any big meetings and visited her almost every day to check on her and chat. Any mission that she deemed interesting to the elf, she'd bring her along. Evelyn was just insightful like that, knowing instinctively what you wanted or needed even if you yourself were in the dark. Her looks had first drawn Sera to her, but her personality caught her.

Sera was no blushing bride; she had had plenty of sex, lots of it. But nothing more ever came about; women wanted her body, loved the "crazy elf" in bed, but never wanted any lingering romantic obligations. She was good for a fuck or two, but never for keeps. It had bothered Sera when it first happened, but she had grown indifferent about it as time and her bed partners grew. Honestly, she figured Evelyn would be the same when it came to being intimate. No matter how amazing the woman seemed, Sera always got burned.

Until she didn't. When they finally reached that point when burning need could not be quenched by hot kisses or smoldering looks. Sera had been a ball of unreleased sexual tension, and she had finally had enough. The lithe elf had corned the Inquisitor on day in her quarters and pounced on her. Evelyn seemed to need her just as badly, kissing Sera desperately like a woman half-starved and needing sustenance. But, instead of fast and hot and passionate like Sera had imagined, Evelyn slowed it down once on the bed. She had taken her time with the elf, memorizing every inch of pale skin on display with the reverence of a Chantry sister praying to her deity. Sera had fucked and been fucked, but never had she made love. It was different, but…nice. Very nice.

It finally hit her that this was for real when Evelyn had told the others about their relationship. Sera expected to be a secret, hidden away like a good little mistress. But Evelyn was quick to tell, and most were just fine with it. Vivienne got all huffy and haughty, showing clear disapproval in Evelyn's choice, but the warrior made it perfectly clear that she wanted Sera, and only her. The mage kept her thoughts to herself from then on, only shooting dark looks at Sera as she passed. So naturally, Sera stuck her tongue at her and maybe cut a pair of her underwear up. Thank the Maker for the few Mabari hounds running around camp; they were blamed and not she, although Vivienne always watched her around the mage's clothes from then on.

Sera smiled again, a full bright motion that lit up her face. She shuffled over next to her slumbering warrior, molding her body against the armored side. Her head was placed gently on a broad shoulder, and she closed her eyes listening to the steady beat of Evelyn's heart. Sera could finally say she owned a heart, could claim a love she thought foreign to her. The breach in the sky and the war between the mages and templars was bad, but she could not hate the turmoil that was threatening to tear apart all of Thedas. After all, it brought her Evelyn Trevelyan and Sera had never been happier.

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