The door clicked shut behind her softly, her footsteps sluggish and heavy as she crossed to the familiar table where Varric sat at the head of with a mug of ale - the strong stuff. That caught her off guard. In the entire six months - almost seven - she's known him she has never seen him drink anything stronger than what she'd call beer. The Hanged Man's ale was low quality akin to grain juice with a spit of alcohol. But the stuff he was drinking was the stuff Lena got drunk on at the monthly dwarva meetups. Lena has an exceptionally high tolerance alcohol, so do many dwarva apparently, otherwise Dwarvhen ale wouldn't have made her tipsy much less drunk, but it did. So seeing Varric drinking, unsettled her and made the whole situation seem that much more severe.

She'd taken her sweet time in coming to the Hanged Man after he had dropped those five sovereigns in her palm. Five crowns that burned her palm and made her bag feel heavier with each step and thought of what they meant.

She could have avoided this conversation further and just stayed at the Rose but Varric had her stuff. Or she hoped he still had it. She took a quick sweep of the room and saw her bags. They did look a bit empty but for the most part she could see them. She just remembered leaving fruits and wires on the table with the rune of electricity connected to her iPad. Hopefully he hadn't looked at her tablet or gained access to it. Although they might be having a different conversation if he had.

"Sit." Varric murmured as he drained his mug and poured another.

Lena shifted but dropped her bag full of coins down and sat as far from Varric as possible. He gave her an unamused look for a long time. Her insides twisted up, guilty for intentionally being difficult. She huffed and moved to a closer seat.

The air was thick and heavy with silence between them. Only the faint sounds of the Hanged Man's patrons and the crackle of the fire at the hearth filled the room. Lena looked everywhere but at him, at least until his hand grabbed hers. She flinched, meaning to draw away but he pressed her hand against his cheek and drew her attention.

Varric's gaze glistened in the low light, watery with unshed tears. Just seeing him on the cusp of crying made Lena want to draw away, turn and give him privacy. Especially so when the back of her nose tingled and burned as she held back her own tears. Realization that she was here and not back in the tunnels; she was safe and away from the titan's song, the slime, and the suffocating darkness. She pulled her hand back but he wouldn't let go as her eyes bubbled with angry tears.

No. Don't cry. She lifted her head, to swallow her tears and sniff the budding leak back. Do. Not. Cry. She yelled at herself. Shame burned at her cheeks as the first drop fell across her cheek and rolled down. She wiped at it angrily with her free hand, lips pressed tight so she didn't make a sound. She already regretted crying in front of Varric once, she didn't want to do it again.

"Oh Selena." He called to her, anguished as she fought her tears. "What happened?"

"N-nothing." She tried to seeth but her voice warbled and a lump bubbled in her throat as the first sob broke through. And once the gate had been breached, it began to flood. Another soon followed and she was weeping. Tears made her vision blur and her mouth opened but no sound came out as she tried to tighten her throat. No! No don't cry. Stop it. She shook her head and tried to pull away as snot and tears leaked, her face scrunching up and heated with embarrassment. When Varric wouldn't let up she used her free hand to cover herself to cry into her arm but Varric grabbed that arm as well. Releasing a shuddering gasp, she pushed her chair back meaning to try to escape but he pulled her to him with a yank and she tumbled into his arms and lap. The dam broke and she didn't try to fight it anymore as he held her.

Obnoxious attention seeker. The words burned into her head - years of conditioning back home to make her feel shame for daring to cry in front of anyone. She couldn't stop crying though but she curled up straddling Varric's lap and buried her face into his neck, sobbing in an uncontrollable manner.

In less than a day, he had another person crying in his arms. Only he joined Lena in this one, unintentionally. But his tears were silent.

She's alive. He told himself. She's here. In your arms. Safe.

An hour after, her breath evened out and body went slack. She was much larger and heavier than Nika, but he still lifted and carried her to his bed. Varric took care to shush her when she protested sleepily, even as he tucked her under his blankets. With gentle movements, he removed her boots but stopped short of removing her pants. He recalled she preferred to sleep in the nude, but he didn't think it was entirely appropriate but perhaps halfway would be enough.

Carefully, with eyes flicking up to check that she was still asleep - lest she wake and think his actions untoward - he undid the laces on her trousers and slid them down halting when he was faced with how little she had worn under the tunic and pants. He didn't dally but pulled off her pants. Once she was more comfortable she rolled over onto her side and twisted her lower body so her legs spread out. She tucked her hands under her head.

Any other time, he would have done something to tease her and relieve some of the building pressure in his own trousers but he pushed them aside. Now was not the time.

Varric let her be in just her tunic, turning to get ready for bed himself. He swayed a tad. He hadn't been sleeping well either, if at all the last week. He had been so close to getting to Lena and then she'd been ripped away from him. A loss he did not handle well, given he had worked through a fair amount of his personal collection of Orzammar's finest dwarvhen ale. Many of which had been his mother's.

At the thought, he made a disgusted noise. It wasn't directed at him drinking his mother's ale but at how low he had stooped. He collected the goblets that littered across his room and set them on the table for Norah to collect in the morning. Her and Corff had been ensuring he'd at least had a meal with his ale. He made a mental note to buy them both something they needed. Maybe order their favorite brew from Nevarra, special ordered. He picked up the long abandoned quill to write it down as a reminder when a horrified yell had him sprinting the short distance to his bed.

Lena lay in the bed, hands fisted in the sheets and brows furrowed tight. Her shoulders shook and he spied the tears tracking down her cheeks. Whimpers spilled forth from her and she tossed and turned, muttering "No, please."

Varric's breath pulled in harsh. Quickly he shucked his shoes off and climbed in. Gently, ever so gently he pulled Lena into his arms. Her body taut with fear but he whispered, "I've got you. Selena, shh. You're safe. You're here with me." He whispered softly and under his breath. She stiffened once he tried to pull her but calmed when he spoke, the furrows in her brows smoothing.

"Varric?" her voice cracked as red rimmed eyes stared up at him.

"I've got you. Your memories are just shaping wrong." He muttered as she stirred, trying to pull away.

"Wha-" her lips mumbled into his chest, but her breathing evened out quickly as she plunged into sleep again. He held her, not once thinking to let her go. Warm breath against his skin, her heart beat steady as he listened.

He was close enough to smell her, it was an earthly unwashed and yet entirely womanly scent that tickled his nose. It tingled a faint sort of feeling that called deep down, but he ignored it - brushing it off as his exhaustion. There was a humming sort of scent and sound to her, reminiscent to the sort he could detect around Templars. He had a feeling the lyrium had done something to her.

When she started to snore, he adjusted the position of her head and slipped down to watch her sleep.

It's not creepy. He reassured himself as he gazed at her. Movement from her mane of hair however let him know that spider of hers was still there. It's white spindly legs peeked out and its unnaturally blue eyes blinked at him before it ascended out of her hair and onto the wall. He did not move a single inch but watched as the spider disappeared into some dark corner of the room.

He did not want to think of it watching in the dark so Varric focused on the woman before him. But that only lasted for so long as the even inhale and exhale of her breath lulled him to sleep. His hand reaching for hers to convince him she was there, before he let himself fully fall asleep, his own memories of the day taking shape behind his eyelids.

Her dreams were fitfully long and terrifying. At one point she remembered hearing nothing but the sinking silence - her heart pounding against her ribcage as she could swear she heard the song, the Titan's song reaching out to her across their connection to take hold of her. She tried to fight it, lyrics coming to mind but then there were words. Spoken, gentle and soft - soothing in her ear. The deep rumble and scrap of chest and jaw hair against her skin and a warm hot body pulling her close. Warmer and softer and yet also hard as she pressed closer and closer. It was not like The spiders, bristly and harsh but this was soft - comforting.

Lena stared up amazed at Varric's face as he slept, the morning light filtered through the open window and basked them in a warm glow. The sky, oh she missed the sky. She wanted to go out there and stare up at the sky and sunbath, but there was something better in front of her - infinitely nicer to be so close to him. Being able to see in the light and see the colors around her and not the muted grey and black of the tunnels. She could smell the warmth, the wood and smoke. The taste of the environment red and orange and gold. Burying her nose into his neck, she inhaled his masculine scent. Sweat, musk, parchments, fire, smoke, and ale. A lot of ale but she ignored it in favor of this familiar warmth and welcoming touch.

"Varric?" She muttered, wanting to feel his skin against her own. She couldn't remember why she had avoided him for those few days, not when this felt so good to be near him - safe and secure tucked against him. Lena was in this bed with him, and not - not - in the tunnels again. She was free of that endless nightmare.

"You think you've escaped?" A sharp pinched voice cooed behind her. Stiff and cold was the faint recognizable voice. "You'll never be free."

She came face to face with the half bashed visage of Petrice, her blonde hair red, bloody and sticky. It dropped dripped dripped over the sheets and dirtied them. Petrice clawed close and at her.

Lena jerked back, reaching for Varric, but he wasn't there instead lay a large expanse of a man with two blind eyes staring unseeing and all seeing at her - Baltier.

"We'll always be here, with you." He pulled a knife from his eyes and offered it to her. She grabbed it and turned it back on him, stabbing and stabbing

"For we watch and we wait." His voice husked, gurgling as crimson liquids spilled and splattered, coating her. She drew away from his still form and right into Petrice's hovering one, sharp nails raking across her skin. They bashed against her ribs, tearing flesh from her. Andraste's form in her hands she batted her away, crushing every last inch of her.

"Waiting, always waiting. The dust has settled." Brekker's voice drew her gaze to the door. "Did you think it wouldn't. Soon you'll see, soon you'll hear."

Lena gave a cry and launched at him. "Shut up! No!" She bashed him.

"Bloody."

"Dirty."

"Filthy."

"The song returns." They spoke in unison.

"No." But she couldn't hear her own voice. The hymn rumbled. "Stop!" She scrunched her eyes closed and slapped her hands over her ears. But they were gone and it was dark. Crippling cold and it howled. It stoppered and she tried to scream but nothing. Hands at her throat, squeezing - suffocating - she stilled sobbing. Selena ran struggled against the flesh, it rumbled and burred.

The hymn soared and rattled. She felt herself slipping as she tried to scream but she made not a sound and her throat ran dry and cracked. She sobbed - sagging into a corner. The shadowed stillness came for her.

"Selena." Sharp short bristles rubbed against her, the deep purring and rumbling sounded. Vibrations and frequency blocking the song. They stopped and she cried, grabbing - clinging onto them, pressing her ear against them. Warm flesh with a deep beat. It thumped and thudded. She could hear it, feel the rush of his blood beneath his skin. It was deafening even as he spoke.

"Hey...Selena.I'm here. What do you need? Tell me, let me help you." He pleaded.

His voice was deep and lyrical but different than the mountain. Similar, like an ancient call but it was disconnected, unharmonious. She liked it - loved it - needed it. His skin was rough, hard but it was warm - she sought more skin, because it was him - his heart and voice that grounded her. She needed to feel him, to hear him. It could not become quiet, the silence was too stiff and tortuous. "Don't… don't let it go too quiet." She muttered, pleading.

"Alright." He gave a low sigh. "Just come back to bed." He requested.

Bed? Lena blinked and she was staring out of the darkness into the sun, toward him. His golden eyes like sunlight reaching, penetrating her dark shield. His skin glowed like the star and his hair was vibrant. It hurt to see someone so bright and so close. But she grabbed onto him, let him pull her into the light. It hurt, it hurt deep in her cavernous chest where it clenched and twisted with guilt. But it was so warm and soft. She wanted to protect this light, keep it safe. There was so much darkness coming for him.

He spoke to her. Low and against her ear. He spoke of his childhood.

"Bartrand and I used to get along, believe it or not." He spoke fondly. "We'd play warriors and rogues in the cellar. He'd protect me from the spiders and the crawlies, swinging his hammer around. It was too dark for my liking though. When I asked if we could go to the garden, he said no he liked it down there better. He never much liked going outside, the sky frightened him. Too vast. Too open. I'll float away! He'd say. But he never did." Varric snorted. He wove tales of his youth, the one time they fought an imaginary giant flying nug, of the adventures in the deep of the cellar and in the dark - even if he was afraid of the dark and had begged his brother to go outside in the day where the sun shone. But no matter how often Varric asked - Bartrand refused. The stories grew less wistful and adorable and more bitter sounding as he continued.

"He talked about life in Orzammar every chance he got, always asking…" He sighed. "...always asking mother when we'd go back. He had friends, kids his age like him he wanted to see again. Mother had to tell him we weren't allowed back in Orzammar." Varric's words took a hard edge. "Bartrand tried to teach me about Orzammar, about the stone sense. But I was born on the surface, I don't have one. Never did. I think when he realized that, that is when he stopped playing with me, when it finally sunk in that was different than him." A deep bitterness etched across his voice. "He started ignoring me. I didn't have many friends when I was younger, only my brother and then he left me alone."

"He was a fool. I'd have played with you." Lena spoke against his skin.

"Of course you would have." His chuckle rumbled, pleased but it was vapid.

"No child deserves to be ignored, especially by their siblings."

"Speaking from experience?"

"..." Lena burrowed against his chest. "Yes."

"Tell me?"

"It's…" She chewed her lip to say she couldn't, she felt his shoulders sag already accepting. Fuck it. "My older sister and I used to get along, probably as well as you and Bartrand did."

"Do you get along as well as Bartrand I do now?"

"Probably worse. We didn't speak to each other for three years." Lena lips quirked intoa smirk but it was hollow - sad. Disagreements that led to her and her sister no longer speaking, feuds involving their parents and societal norms that kept them separate - both too proud to take the extra necessary step to reach out and apologize. But neither would deprive the children, her niece and nephew of their aunt - their Tia. Of course, it was her brother-in-law that asked her to babysit during that time.

"When we were kids, we shared everything. And by share I mean, I got all her hand me downs, toys, clothes, everything she once used even a little bit she gave to me. Not at all because I was her little sister but because I wanted it. I was, for a time her little doll, a precious and sweet living doll. It's how my mother got her to be gentle with me. So naturally, I ended up turning cruel as a kid, barely three years old and I'd hit hit her if she had something I wanted, and she wasn't allowed to touch me. She took my abuse. One time, my sister had taken the last banana that I had wanted and I punched her - me a little tiny three year old - and I was very tiny then."

"As if you're not now?"

"Hey!" Lena pouted.

"What? For a dwarf your age, you're actually quite short. And we're dwarva...we're short compared to everyone." Varric teased.

Don't I know it. Lena huffed but shrugged. "My age?" She grumbled. "Anyway, I'd hit her in the face and she would do nothing." Lena smiled, fondly.

Varric chuckled. "You were a little terror."

She huffed, tired. "Eventually, mother told her she could hit back, so she did. I stopped bullying her. But I followed after her still, she didn't care for me much. I was her little tagalong. I suppose it got worse when my studies began and I showed remarkably more skill in them. I received praise and attention when it came my studies, my parents got me a special tutor. She ignored me and started taking back her toys until all I had left were my books. I didn't do a lot of playing outside after that." She sighed wistful. "Or spent much time with her unless absolutely necessary."

"We're a pair, you and I." He whispered into her neck where he lay a light kiss. It tingled across her skin, shivering down her back pleasantly.

"Varric." Her moan filtered out, but he did nothing else. "What did you do for fun after your brother...?"

Varric paused for a long time. Too long, Lena whined if only to fill the silence. "My mother took it upon herself to keep me entertained. She'd tell me stories about the ancestors and paragons. Most of them unbelievable. Especially about living paragons. They always seemed too tantamount to have stayed alive. She was always telling me stories."

"So you could say, you became a storyteller because of her?" Lena smiled, imagining young Varric and his mother reading to him.

"Yeah." His throat sounded heavy. She didn't push for more and instead took comfort in the sound of his breathing. Selena found he had a wistful yet sober look to him.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you." She nuzzled against him. "And…" Her brows furrowed. "Sorry about screaming and being weird about…" She trailed off. She had a nightmare and he had been there to comfort her and draw her out of it, as though he expected it. That didn't make sense. Dwarva didn't dream- right? Frowning, she tucked herself closer to Varric - thought it was getting difficult without straddling him and tearing off their clothes.

"Don't worry, Lena. Will you tell me what you shaped about?" His fingers pressed to her scalp, rubbing the sensitive skin, inciting a pleased gasp from her. "It sounded intense."

"Shaped?" Lena mouthed.

"I understand if you're not ready but you need to talk about it - eventually." Varric spoke over her head.

"I-" Is he talking about about my dreams? "I-" she cut off again as she thought about it. He seemed entirely cavalier about her dreaming. What is shaping? Did he mean like the Shaperate?

Pulling sharply back, she made to ask but stopped.

"What is it?"

"I...I just realized something." What if dwarves dreamed, only it's not called dreaming because it has nothing to do with the fade?! All that fretting, prolonging sleep in his presence.

"What?" Varric pressed. "Did you realize how handsome I am?" He tried to joke but when she didn't respond, he got worried. "Lena?"

"No well yes. You're very handsome." She agreed, but ducked her head down, tucking beneath his chin. "I'm just a little slow right now. Sorry I want to sleep some more. Can I?" Glossy eyes widened up at him.

"I won't stop you." His relieved smile stretched as he stifled a yawn. "Actually, I may join you."

"Yeah? Sleep with me?"

"Gladly."

She had another bad "shape" but Varric whispered to her, bringing her back to herself. She was dozing comfortably in the warmth of light when he pulled away, leaving her cold until he tucked the blankets and furs closer around her, entrapping her in heat.

"Stay put. Going to get us something to break our fast." He whispered softly.

Varric snuck out of the room, wondering just how long he could leave her there before her memories took hold of her again. He wished she would talk about it so it'd be easier to lay it to rest, but he understood these things took time.

Norah had come and cleared the empty mugs. He went to the water basin that she had also refilled and cleaned up, freshening up his mouth with the teeth powders and giving a good brush across them, spitting. He considered shaving but it'd take too much time, plus Lena quite liked it when he let it grow out just a little to rub against her - even if he really wanted to get rid of it.

"Norah! Corff!" He stepped down, lightly to the Hanged Man. "I owe you and Corff something shiny and expensive," he greeted them both with a grin.

"Nice to see you up and about before noon, Varric." Norah smiled wide, the worry that had her fretting was gone but he could see she was tentative.

"I thought you wouldn't be up until much later actually." Corff smiled, a knowing grin. "On account of a certain lass in your quarters."

"Corff, you know we shouldn't talk about Bia-"

"Not her." Corff grinned.

"Then who?" Norah sent Varric a curious look.

"She survived, apparently." Varric offered, cryptically. Norah's gaze squinted as she consider his words. Varric took pity on her. "Lena."

"Oh come now, she almost had it."

"Lena?! Truly?" Norah clapped her hands but sent questioning look to Corff who nodded. Varric noted it.

"Saw her come in myself last night."

"Oh this- Oh is she? Is she quite alright? I remember you said something about…" Norah trailed off.

"She's fine. All there, if a bit well that was seven days trapped alone. You can't expect anyone to not come out of that at least a little bit changed." Varric frowned but shook his head.

"Poor thing. How're you holding up, dear?"

"Well. I've a bit of hangover. You wouldn't happen to be-"

"I'll get started on Hanged Mash right away." Norah added gleefully and picked up her shawl. "Just need to pick up a few things."

"Put it on my-"

"Bill? Nonsense. It's just so good to see you in better spirits." Norah bent down and hugged him. "You had us worried. Now just stay put."

"Actually, you wouldn't happen to know what Lena's favorite dishes are?" Varric asked softly. He had to dig up those slips of papers he'd won during Wicked Nuts and collect on them. In all the time he and Selena had dinners, he never could get it out of her. They'd have braised ram pie, cobblers, roasts, and all sorts of sandwiches but she savored every dish in the same way and ate with a gusto and appreciation. He just assumed she had never had the dish in question but then stuffed nug was a Marcher favorite. He's not met anyone who hadn't had stuffed nug and she claimed it had been the first time she'd had it.

"I know just the thing." Norah headed out of the Man but paused. "The girl - Nika - she's still asleep in the other room. Just so you know."

"Thank you."

That was the next thing, bring Nika to see that Lena was alright and alive. Poor thing still blamed herself no matter what he and Sebastian told her. "Shit." He had to send word to Sebastian. He wasn't ready to share her though, not yet.

"Varric." Corff handed him a mug and plate. He got one sniff of it. "She rather liked it the last time." He shrugged and sat back at the bar, cleaning the mugs that had been collected. He carried the mug and plate to his room and set it down at the table. It was hot chocolate milk with a spiced swirl and on the plate was fresh bread with apple slices and jam. A very rich breakfast for such a young girl but he'd been spoiling her. They all had.

Venturing to the side room, he walked in quietly. "Nika." He called to the cot where the sleeping girl was curled up under at least four blankets, her cheeks pink and rosy from the warmth. She peeked open one eye and mumbled an apology. "What have I said, you don't need to apologize."

She was used to waking early and taking care of the other kids. Not entirely unheard of but when he learned she was only five, well he took it on himself to give her a reprieve every now and then. The twin Sisters in the orphanage owed him that much.

"I've got your favorite drink, in my room." She practically sprung up out of the bed, still rubbing her eyes. He chuckled as she tripped over the blanket to get to the table. "Careful now." He walked with her to his room.

"Thank you, M-messere Varric." She muttered and sipped at the mug that was comically too large for her hands but she managed.

Varric left her to it and slipped back to his bedchambers - intending on waking Lena so she could see Nika. He just knew it'd make the girl's day.

But when he stepped in, the bed was empty.

His heart clenched tight with panic. Had I imagined her back? He seriously considered until he saw her pants still on the table along with her boots. He picked them up and turned just as the privacy curtain was drawn back and Lena stepped out, tired dark eyes startling at his appearance.

"You know, this is starting to become a trend." She leant against the wall with her hips jutted out. She was barely covered by the tunic. A tunic that wasn't his. He had to remember to get her clothes. The men's tunic wasn't very flattering on her. He much preferred when she wore his tunics. The plunging neckline letting him feast on the expanse of her bosom. Only in private of course.

Her rosy pink lips stretched, as she gave a huff of laugh. "Do you happen to have a fetish for watching me relieve myself?"

"What?" Varric blinked, bewildered.

"I mean, no judgement from me but all you gotta do is ask, instead of all this skulking about." Lena sauntered to him.

It took one second too long for him to register what she said, his gaze and mental faculties focused on her hips and the way the tunic pressed tight against her bosom, her unsupported and unrestrained bosom. They jiggled, he could see it and he breathed low, growling as she snatched the trousers from his grasp.

"I don't have a fetish for that," Varric smiled, "Though some of your other finer qualities - I could say I've a peculiar proclivity toward." He watched as she pulled the pants on.

"Much as I would love to continue this…" Her cheeks flushed as she gestured between them. "I need a bath. A proper bath. I feel disgusting and stink." She sighed.

"I'll have Norah-"

"No no. Don't. I was thinking of going to the Powder Room." She explained. "But I need my clothes and soap."

"Uh." Varric looked down guiltily.

"What?"

"I… may have."

"Do not tell me you."

"I did."

"Varric!" Lena groaned. "Some of those clothes; it would be impossible to replicate them!"

"If you're talking about your unusual smalls and expensive cloths."

"Yes!"

"I still have those."

"Oh thank the cosmos!" She sighed. "You're welcome to join me at the Powder Room." She sent a sly leering look at him that he returned with equal if not more heat. Her cheeks reddened and her teeth peeked out to chew at her bottom lip. She turned away to head out of the bedroom

"Wait. Lena."

"Yeah?"

He meant to tell her Nika was out there, but she opened the door and froze.

"'Ena?!" Nika's voice was muffled around the bread and apples she was chewing but her mouth dropped open as she saw Lena. Her eyes filling with tears as she jumped out of her seat and tackled Lena with a hug.

Varric watched curious and hopeful to see how Lena would react. Her shoulders were stiff, eyes guarded as she stumbled back against the bed frame with the child clinging to her and crying whilst babbling about how she was sorry.

Varric moved around to get a better look, but she slowly upturned up to stare at him. Panic, fear, disgust. His hopes shattered. He had hoped - well it was faint and too soon for such thoughts but he had hoped Lena liked kids.

But then her gaze softened as she sighed and her arms lifted Nika up and onto her hips. Warmth, and a smile spread wide as she babbled with Nika, reassuring her she was fine and it wasn't her fault.

Perhaps he had judged too soon because Lena was good with the kid.

His smile was genuine, toothy, and - if you asked Lena - goofy. It was a good day for him. He could finally breath easier.

Guest: Ha! Yeah, a lot of people are going to be a tad freaked out about the spiders just caving to her whims.

DarkDust27: LOL! Thanks for reminding me about the Bone Pit, gotta work that in somehow as well. Though not quite like you said. being able to bond and control the dragons takes a bit more than just lyrium-laced hormone bonding - though it will help. Also please refer to chapter one, the excerpt form her diary. Predators like Lena, prey do not.

Guest: Angst is your life blood? As it is mine! I did angst, a small amount because I wanted/needed that fluff in this. Hope you liked this chapter.

Thank you for the feedback guys! I enjoyed reading them and always appreciate it!