Cold, always cold. Shaking, shuddering, trembling. Her hands are numb, she cannot see. Her chest is heavy, gasping for each breath. She can't move, can't keep going. This is it, this is it. She cannot form the words, but I can hear it, I can see it. The snow traps her. Lost. Alone... Her end... and mine... (The slow building relationship of Cole and a Dalish herald, Va'Lithra)
Rated: M - English - Fantasy/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,466 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 41 - Updated: 2/26/2015 - Published: 1/7/2015 - Inquisitor, Cole