This was awkward.

She's just glaring

It's like I insulted Swords and Shields or something.

Solas was just doing his thing, no doubt coming up with insults that everyone would realise were insult hours later after he said them.

Including me for that manner, I've been studying their every move.

Cassandra's on the defensive, Solas seems to believe that I'm not a threat.

"I have them!" the Inquisitor either had a bunch of coffee- they have coffee here right, right? - Or they were actually a man-child, woman-child. Cassandra unshackled me, and passed me my fans, in flicked them. They responded to my touch brilliantly, I would have thought- eh never mind.

"Mmm, perfect, would you prefer a simple demonstration or an active one?" I asked, lightly fanning myself with them, they are multipurpose after all.

"An 'active demonstration'?"

"The place where I learnt how to use these had two forms of demonstrations with one differing factor, with an opponent or without. An active demonstration means the opponent is out for blood, a simple one means there is no opponent. 'There will never be an in between in life and there shall be no such things here'." I quoted, practically my teacher's motto those words were, and she reminded me of a Stark.

"An active one then, you're no use to us if you can't handle actual battle." Cassandra interjected before the Inquisitor could say anything, slightly put out the Inquisitor nodded.

"Solas, would you?" the Inquisitor didn't need to say anymore for the meaning to be clear, there would be mages at Redcliffe if this was a trap then they would be attacked by mages. I needed to be able to fight against mages. He nodded grabbing his staff of the ground beside him.

I folded my right wrist over my left, my fans fully extended; I raised them up to my face my teacher would have been yelling at me for starting with this. Too goddamn bad.

He started casting at me, I swayed and twisted out of the way of his spells, I even managed to deflect a few with the fans. I had seen some templar defenders-I think they were called that- with these massive shields that deflected spells, considering these were metal fans I thought these might do the same thing, and I was totally right, glorious.

I smacked him across the face with one of my fans, and then got behind him. One fan up against his throat, the other pressed into his back. These fans were sharp, after a particularly vicious training session my clothes were little more than rags, the only reason I wasn't cut into tiny pieces was because my teacher had excellent control.

I leaned up close to his ear, my smile evident in my voice.

"Dead, alright again." I went back to where I started, this time taking a more offensive stance, this drill was aggressive and instead of 'killing' him right away I confess I toyed with him. I knocked his staff aside and jabbed a closed fan softly into his stomach. We went through several drills, until-and I still have no idea how- he managed to pin me to the wall.

"Dead." he leaned in close to my ear, close enough for him to touch my ear, and he did, it was then that I noticed he wasn't scrawny under those robes-don't even go there Omega- he was felt lean and considering the top half of his robes was ripped to shreds he looked it too. Oh, now I remember how he distracted me, my ears felt hot, so did my face. But that was just the exertion, trust me.

"You seem capable enough, feel like going on an adventure to Redcliffe?" The Inquisitor grinned at me completely expecting me to say yes, a normal sensible person in a normal sensible world would say no.

"Why not, I don't have anything else planned for the next five years." I shrugged, and then I remembered that Solas hadn't moved, that made me blush again.

"Alright, Solas could you take her to the smithy? Get her some armour?" in my opinion this would give Solas to be more forward, he was acting very forward, very predator like- wait, oh, yeah.

I stood there awkwardly for a while, he just watched kind of creepy and endearing, god did I really just say endearing? What is happening to me?

"So, are we going to get me fitted for some armour or are you going to just stand there and if so-"can I kiss you was what I was going to say before he interrupted me, so rude. Ugh, but probably for the best, if I kissed him I would miss him when I got back to my own world. This is actually surprisingly simpler than media would depict.

"Sorry, you're right we should get going, forgive me." he jumped away as if I had burnt him.

"It's fine, we should get moving though, what time is it?" I rubbed my wrists, they hurt like hell.

"Sometime in the early morning, here let me help." He grabbed my hands, not roughly though I did wince. Nothing was broken, just raw slightly bloody skin, knowing that doesn't stop it from hurting though.

It felt like cool water moving over my wrists, utterly smooth and refreshing. My wrists healed, it was only a minor injury but it was kind of him.

"Thank you," I took a deep breath and smiled at him, I motioned for him to lead the way, even though I knew where the smithy was. I tucked my fans into my pants, nowhere else to put them, and by the goddess was it cold, it was snowing for crying out loud! I swear if he looked back at me shivering I would die, figuratively. Luckily he didn't, he was either blissfully ignorant of the weather or he could read minds. Oh this just gets better and better, it also makes zero sense, this stuff only happens in fanfiction and really weird books!

When we got to the smithy I was quickly measured and tossed a set of armour, pre made, I blinked a couple of times that actually happened pretty fast with no embarrassment what so ever. Oh I just want to go back to the morgue and have a nice normal day. I looked at the armour, a leather-what was it called- corset thing-y, hardened leather pants and a badass long coat thing. It didn't make me look like batman but it did make me look badass. There were two small hooks where I could hang my fans on the inside of the coat, sweet! For now I just shrugged on the coat and hung my fans, I could change into the other stuff later, once I wasn't in a public place, or within five feet of Solas.

"So, what happens now?" I turned to Solas, his mouth quirked into a smile.

"We go meet up with the Herald, and hope she doesn't have a plan that will get us killed."

..

Soon I was given back my bag, it had my training clothes in it, my phone which was useless other than for music, my earphones few other doo-dads –such as portable phone chargers I knew that was a good investment- and of course-my favourite item of all- a metal slinky. I am going to have so much fun on Skyhold's stairs!

..

So I met Sera, she's pretty weird in person, kind of fun I guess?

..

She did in fact have a plan that would get us killed; we went with her anyway, she seemed eager to test me out.

So I ended up killing people, I killed people.

I sat facing the campfire, everyone else seems to be sleeping, I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand.

I had ended lives, they had people who cared for them, mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters and I had murdered them.

Someone laid a hand on my shoulder, Solas had crouched down behind me, I hung my head.

"You must think me pitiful, a woman displaced and now upset over the deaths she has caused." I couldn't keep the bitterness, or the despair, out of my voice. I stood up as quickly as I could, I grabbed my phone, keeping both it and my hand in the deep pocket of the trench coat.

"Omega-"he began, no doubt to reassure me or to agree that I was pitiful.

"I'm going for a run, I'll be back." I plugged in my earphones, started walking, and turned on my phone. The first song that came up was Yesterday, by the Beatles, I did not need sad songs now, I scrolled through until I found Ain't No Rest for the Wicked, by Cage the Elephant. I put it on repeat and started running.

I was walkin' down the street
When out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me
She said, "I never seen a man
Who looked so all alone
Oh could you use a little company
?

I ran past trees, ran with a Fennec for a while before it buggered off.

And if you pay the right price
Your evening will be nice
And you can go and send me on my way."
I said, "You're such a sweet young thing
Why you do this to yourself?"
She looked at me and this is what she said

I heard wolves in the distance; I unfortunately hadn't had the good sense to keep my weapons with me. I cursed mentally and kept running.

Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
And ain't nothing in this world for free
No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Indeed there was no rest for the wicked; I wouldn't be sleeping for some time. Goddess, what have I gotten myself into, I had all these conflicting memories of how I got here. They can't all be true.

Not even 15 minutes later
I'm still walkin' down the street
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight
And then he swept up from behind
He put a gun up to my head
He made it clear he wasn't lookin' for a fight

A large black wolf ran with me, at first I totally freaked the hell out adrenaline made me run faster but it didn't move to attack it just kept pace.

"Fuck you, Solas." He growled at me, growled at me. I unplugged the headphones, may as well both hear the song.

He said give me all you got
I want your money not your life
But if you try to make a move I won't think twice
I told him you can have my cash
But first you know I gotta ask
What made you wanna live this kind of life?
He said

He looked at me as if to say, this is the crap you listen to?

Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
And ain't nothing in this world for free
No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Well now a couple hours passed
And I was sitting in my house
The day was winding down and coming to an end
So I turned to the TV
And flipped it over to the news
And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend

"Do not insult my taste in music, Solas, or I will get Sera to fill your tent with lizards this time." I'd do it too; even if he doesn't know it I would so do it.

I saw a preacher man in cuffs
He'd taken money from the church
He'd stuff his bank account with righteous dollar bills
But even still I can't say much
Because I know we're all the same
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

We just kept running, eventually we could hear running water, a stream perhaps?

You know there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
We got bills to pay
We got mouths to feed
And ain't nothing in this world for free
No we can't slow down
We can't hold back
Though you know we wish we could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Soon we reached a pool with a waterfall, close enough I say, Solas, still in his wolf form, went straight to the pool and lapped up water. I couldn't stop myself from snickering, then total laughter. I paused my music quickly, according to the counter thing-y I installed we had gone through the song about twenty times or so, but it could have of been longer or shorter the counter doesn't work well all the time.

I knelt down beside the pool, looking away when he reverted to his human form, sadly there were still clothes-no bad Omega down girl- , he wore only a tunic and pants, and he has some aversion to shoes I am unaware of. I scooped up some water in my hands and raised it to my mouth.

"Hypocrite," I smiled and instead of drinking the water I dropped it and splashed him. It was freezing too, so sucks to be him.

"You-"he didn't even finish before he used his magic to dump a football sized orb of water over my head.

"Cheater!" I gasped, I pushed him into the pool and he dragged me in with him, goddess it was so fucking cold. I raised a hand to my mouth to muffle my shriek, "you ass!"

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To be continued, once I get some sleep.