Varric, I will write you a song


"I'll write a song about you someday." He promises, in the seedy underglow of the tavern's light.

Bianca laughs, her face flushed from either embarassment or whiskey. "Promises promises, Thethras. You and every other boy in this bar."

He leans forward, still a young man unafraid of the world, light still glimmering in his eyes. "But I mean it."

(Years later, he hums her song under his breath as he loads up his crossbow, steady, aimed, and-fire.)