"By attacking the intuition, Corypheus has changed the inquisition, changed you, scout to the north be there guide, there is a place the inquisition can build and grow, Skyhold…."

Stupid elf, stupid egghead stupid abomination. He had this castle all under his little nose and didn't tell us; why we were chilling our asses off in Haven when we could have had a bloody castle? Tch, mages are devils. Grumbling, I scowl as I set my room up, where I will be residing a place near the inquisitors only on the other side of the throne room like area from the cobwebs and sheets all over the decaying and destroyed place, eh not my problem to clean its there's…

"All done," I shrug enjoying my slight work, it's something special, but it's something. I turn to the simplicities; the less furniture I have the quicker I can flee if it goes balls and tits. The others have settled in as well and frankly, I just prey they get the tavern up and running, I need booze, all that wailing with those irritating ass villagers made me nearly want to snap their necks…

My eyes narrow at the single bed to the side of the corner, my weapons lay casually against the bed, I should put one of them under the bed and the other under my pillow, like usual, my eyes narrow at the numerous bottles of liquor to the side, a cabinet of sorts, to the side of my bed, along with a bedside counter, where when sleeping I would put my gauntlets. I turn to look out at the window looking down at the Skyhold residents below, my brow raises when seeing the fidgeting mess of Eve pacing back and forth, nervously glancing at Cullen, oh brother this is just sad…

"Why is this room so empty!?"

"MAKERS BALLS!?" Startled, I leap back tripping on a nearby crate as I groan, falling on the stone floor, hissing from the contact as my sore body forces itself to move and I look up to scowl at the blonde demon, my eyes narrow at the lone boy sat on my table, cross legged, looking around.

"It's not very full," Cole notes lightly as I stand up, dusting myself off, and I scowl at the kid.

"Don't do that!" I hiss at him making him frown.

"Do what?" He question innocently as I scowl at the child.

"Just pop out of nowhere you'll give someone a heart attack," I scold him as he bows his head.

"Oh…that boy wanted to me give you this, he was too shy to give it to you though. He wanted you to have this," Cole takes out some parchment, making me raise a brow but take it warily, only to frown at the childish drawing of….a dragon?

"It's meant to be you…"

"Why do I have fire coming out of my mouth?" I question Cole looking down at the angry drawing of myself, flames spewing out from my annoyed expression.

"He said you spoke like fire was out of your mouth…"Cole responds as I blink down at the drawing.

"I don't know whether this is a compliment or not…" I confess puzzled.

"He wanted to thank you for being so nice…" Cole says.

"He was a kid I couldn't leave him there…" I state the fact.

"Fennic are all spirits evil? People forget me when I speak to them but Sera called me demon, demons are evil, am I evil? I don't want to hut people," Innocently, Cole questions, his head down, his tone unhappy, making my brow furrowed and sigh. "Sera…" I sigh understanding the girl's weariness but shake my head, feeling a pinch in my chest to see the vulnerable kid so sad…

Sighing, I raise my hand placing my gauntlet on his shoulder as his thin, dull, goldish like silver meet my calm blue.

"Not all spirits are evil Cole and even if they were you're different, you don't have to be what people define you as," I calmly tell him making his eyes widen in surprise and slightly hope.

"Really?" He whispers.

"Sure, I mean I've met a friendly spirit once, she helped me out of the fade," I bring up.

"Really?" Cole whispers.

"Yeah, pretty nice girl to, until Merrill decided to talk to her," I grumble, scowling at the memory of the intervening abomination, harming my spirt friend…

"You've been in the fade!?"

Oh no…groaning, I turn to frown as Solas enters the room.

"Why is it whenever I talk about the fade you pop up?" I grumble.

"Fen, is it true?" He questions no more like demands in awe.

"Physically yeah some dreamer guy," I grumble turning away feeling Solas eyes glued to me as I frown.

"Why are you here anyway?" I question puzzled.

"I came to check on you considering I'm the only healer who will see you without fearing of you biting and knocking me out," Solas responds.

"I'm fine," I huff.

"That's not what I saw prior with the limp," Solas points out making me turn to stare wolfishly at him, only to glare as we both glare at each other, waiting for one of us to give in as Cole calmly watches the silent glare battle…

"I tripped; we went up a bloody mountain!" I argue.

"Let me check it, we can't have-"

"No way!" I argue.

"Must you be so infuriating?"

"Must you be so goddamn annoying!?"

"Such beautiful eyes, blue as blue as crystals of lyrium, as blue as the heavens of the sky. Her eyes as sharp and fierce as a blade but as gentle and soft as silk. Her hair as white and gentle as snow, silky as snow, her muscles, heavenly, tense, beads of sweat cascading down her beautiful patterns of ivory like vines of her tattoos…touching, teasing, tantalising, wishing to explore, touch, caress…"Cole's whispers interrupts our heated argument, turning to him lost.

"Uh…"

Awkwardly, I glance at Cole blinking not sure how to comment on my description while slowly I turn to the red faced Solas, trying to keep his straight face expression as the room becomes as awkward as heck, geez, this is almost an awkward as I time I walked in on Isabela and oh Christ, I don't need to remember that weird ass night.

"I'm going for a drink!" Loudly, I blurt out the words feeling a familiar heat creepily trying to claw its way to my cheeks as I dart out of the room, head down, leaving the abomination and spirit kid to their own devices….