Author's Notes:
So Sorry for the Delay! Work is being a douche! I will try to update as much as I can!
Also, I didn't describe the instructors and the tailor because I just thought 'hey let the readers decide what they want them to look like.'
Our companions learn how to waltz...er...try to, brother and sister shows off their dance skills and finally…LAVELLAN MEETS HAWKE! WOOHOO!
Here we go!
The Inquisitor and Champion of Kirkwall.
Music can be heard from Josephine's office.
"One two three…one two three…twirl! And one two- no no no! stop stop stop." A man said, walking around the floor. "Inquisitor. Commander. It's supposed to be left step, right back, right step, left back and then twirl. Not fumbling over eachother's feet!"
The dance Instructors Messere Vermont Le Roux and Messere Jean Devaux both recommended by Vivienne, arrived late at night. Josephine rearranged her office to have room for the lesson. The lesson started early in the morning and it is already mid-morning, but no luck with the progress.
"From the top. Again." The other man ordered.
Lavellan groaned, and Cullen sighed. The companions on the sideline watching and giggling. The room wasn't big enough for all of them to dance, so they watched their dearest friend and Commander try to do the waltz. The music played again, and both the commander and Lavellan took their stance. Josephine sighed.
"You know…Josie, I heard Solas and Erelan have some experience in dancing." Leliana said, standing beside her.
"Really? Can we send someone to ask them to join us?" Josephine asked. "Maybe they can help."
"Of course."
Leliana walked towards the door and asked two soldiers to send for both of them. Both bowed and quickly went into action.
One of the soldiers found Solas sitting on his chair in the rotunda, piles of papers scattered on his desk.
"Messere, your presence is requested by the Ambassador in her office." He said.
"Did she state a reason?"
"Only that you come."
"I'll be there shortly."
The soldier nodded, and closed the door. Solas sighed, and stood up from his chair.
Out in the courtyard, Erelan tend to a wounded, replacing his bandages. The soldier approached her.
"Serah, your presence is requested by the Ambassador."
"I'll be there when I'm done here."
The soldier bowed, and left. Erelan finished wrapping the bandages, and started walking towards the hall.
As she walked in, Solas closed the door from the rotunda. Together they approached eachother.
"Brother."
"Sister."
"Did they call you too?" She asked.
"Yes. And you?"
"Yes. Did they tell you why?"
"I asked, but no answer."
"I guess we will find out then."
As they approach Josephine's office, the soldiers posted outside open the door for them. They nod their thanks, and as they walk in they are both met with an interesting development on the center floor. Lavellan is on the floor laying down, Cullen ontop of her, knees and hands on the floor. Everyone, except the instructors, Josephine, Leliana, and Vivienne, laughed their asses off.
"Chuckles! Ery! You two joined in the perfect time!" Varric greeted them, laughing.
Both Cullen and Lavellan looked up to see Solas and Erelan; wide eyes. Cullen fumbled to get on his feet, and helped Lavellan up. Erelan muffled her laugh behind her hands. Solas straightened his face, and instantly went into business.
"Ambassador, Erelan and I wish to know why you want our company."
But before she could answer, both dance instructors walked up to them.
"The Ambassador tells us that you are both skilled in dancing the Waltz." Le Roux said.
"I had my fair share, while travelling in the fade. But I wouldn't say skilled." Solas replied.
"I only had the pleasure of watching, and practicing on my own." Erelan said.
"So modest. If you don't mind, please beguile us." Devaux said, gesturing towards the floor.
Solas and Erelan looked at eachother, hesitant. They're both perfectly skilled at dancing. In fact, centuries of attending balls have made them an expert.
"What's the matter elfiest, scared?" Sera taunted.
"Aww come on, after what the Commander and Boss went through, I doubt yours will be more embarrassing."
"Not helping Bull." Lavellan scowled.
"Sorry Boss, but it was funny."
"Indeed. How did you manage to tangle your legs together? I've never seen that before."
"Dorian! Really not helping here." She crossed her arms.
"It's alright inquisitor, I'm not much of a dancer myself, I would probably do worse."
"Thanks Blackwall."
"I am curious though. To watch Solas and Erelan dance the waltz without embarrassing themselves. Seeing that they are…apostates." Vivienne said, crossing her arms.
"Are you…challenging us Lady Vivienne?" Erelan replied, smiling.
"I am merely…wondering my dear."
"I am…curious too." Cassandra said.
"As you wish." Solas replied, holding his hand out to Erelan, as she took it.
Cullen and Lavellan walk over to the sideline and stood beside their friends, as Solas and Erelan took the floor. Erelan put her right hand on his bicep, and Solas put his left hand on her shoulder blade. They connected both right and left hands together as they stood close to eachother, bodies close together with their heads leaning slightly apart. The instructors giggled excitedly, as everyone else watches them intently.
"Music, please." Both instructors ordered.
The musicians took their places and…played. Once the music started, they box stepped elegantly throughout the room. Solas twirled her away as he softly pulled her back into his grasp. Their feet moving together effortlessly. Their bodies rising and falling, swaying together. He held her waist and swiftly held her up and twirled her around, setting her down and returned to their positions, box stepping effortlessly. As the music comes to an end, Solas dip her down and then back up. One last time he twirled her around, stopping to face him, as the music stops, he bowed and she curtsied.
Everyone in the room stared at them speechless. They were not expecting that, or even close to that. The dance instructors clapped loudly, cheering.
"Bravo! Bravo! That was excellent! Marvelous!"
Cullen and Lavellan approached them.
"That…was more than skilled." Lavellan said.
"More like experts." Cullen added.
"Seems practicing on my own paid off."
"I would say more than paid off, you looked like you knew what you were doing. Both of you Ery." Lavellan looked at Erelan and Solas.
"Well, that is only because Solas was leading me."
"Please, I merely let my body move what it could remember in my travels."
"It did not look like it to me." Cullen replied.
"I must insist, that both of you Messere Solas, Mistress Erelan to stay!" Josephine said, as she walks over to them. "Inquisitor. Solas." She pulled them on one side. "Cullen, Erelan." She pulled them on another. "This should help. Don't you agree Messeres?" She turned her head towards the instructors.
"Absolutely!" They both agreed.
The dance lesson went on without any major complications. Solas and Erelan were both very patient with their partners and quickly taught them the basics.
"Cullen…you won't break my hand by holding it a little tighter."
"Oh…right…sorry. I'm…not used to this…the templars don't dance."
"Well…you're learning quickly for a templar." She smirked.
"I have a good teacher." He smiled, staring into her eyes. Erelan blushed.
"Those two seem to be getting close." Lavellan whispers to Solas.
"Indeed. But I suggest on focusing on the task at hand." Solas replied, spinning her around.
"You worry too much. I think I'm already getting good at this."
"Are you positive Da'lan?"
"I am indeed p-" Lavellan accidently steps on Solas' foot. "…no…sorry." Her face turns red.
Solas chuckled, and pulls her closer. "It seems you need more practice…Da'lan." Solas whispered in her ears. The way he said the word made her body shiver.
"Ma nuvenin Hah'ren." She replied with mischief in her voice.
Erelan glanced at Solas and grinned. Her brother is finally taking a chance of having happiness. Cullen followed her gaze and frowned a little. There have been rumors that the two apostates are secretly involve with eachother, but it's all rumors and no proof. They did after all just confessed their love for eachother. She looked back at Cullen and smiled at him, and he smiled back. Solas looked at his sister, as Cullen spins her around and smiled a little. She looks so happy. He could not believe in all the centuries he has known her, all the suitors she has received, a human caught her heart instead. Lavellan looked at Solas then at Erelan. Her heart ached a little, she has heard all the rumors between them, but thought nothing of it. He did just proclaim his love for her. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling something is going on between them.
After what felt like forever, they took a break, it was time for the others to learn, but that didn't go as planned. Blackwall and Sera with their arms linked together, skipped around interchanging as they go. Sera mostly making up her own music. Cassandra refuses to even touch or get close to Varric. Varric amuses himself by poking at her with his sly words, intentionally annoying her. Cole vanished not too long ago. Bull laughing as Dorian tries to teach him, while he cursed every tevinter curses there is. As for everyone else, they watch as every mess unfolds on the floor. The Instructors shaking their heads and hands agitated, and losing patience.
"The Inquisition is full of morons, is what every noble will say in the palace." Vivienne huffed.
"Aww, don't like what you see Vivy?"
"Sera. How many times must I tell you that it is Madame Vivienne, not Vivy."
"Pfftbbt...I don't care. I call you whatever I want. Vivy."
"Josephine Darling, might I suggest to start with the fitting? We don't have much time before the Ball. At the very least, the clothes have to be perfect."
"Oh goodness! I almost forgot. Dance lesson is done for today." Josephine walked over towards Lavellan. "Inquisitor, follow me please. Everyone! please return to your chambers, there will be a tailor awaiting your arrival!"
"Shall we continue this tomorrow then Ambassador? Madame De Fer?" Devaux asked.
"Yes. Same time tomorrow." Vivienne replied.
They bowed their heads and with the musicians, left the room.
"Well then, I should return to my Duties." Cullen broke the silence.
"Commander if you don't mind, may I walk with you? I am headed the same way to my quarters anyway." Erelan said, smiling.
"Of course." He replied, slight flush on his cheeks.
Ery you sly fox. Lavellan thought.
"Actually...Mistress Erelan I require your assistance in Inquisitor Lavellan's chamber." Josephine said.
Josie! No! Why?! Creators! Lavellan's mind yelled.
Erelan stared at Josephine for a while, then smiled. "Of course." She replied. Turning her head towards the Cullen. "I'm sorry Commander."
"Another time...perhaps." He replied, disappointed. They both stared at eachother longer than it should be. He nodded his head to them, and made his way out. Erelan watch as the door closes behind him and gave a slight sigh.
Cullen. She thought.
Dorian, Varric and Bull the ever so observant trio, grinned. Rumors about the Commander have taken an apostate lover are wildly known. To see for the first time, with their own eyes, the longing in both the lover's eyes was very intriguing.
"I may have to start thinking of writing a separate story for those two." Varric whispered to himself.
"Varric, if you do, I will help you get all the juicy details about them if you give me credit." Dorian whispered to him.
"Oh? You will do that for me, Sparkles?"
"Anything that involves poking at our Commander and our sweet Ery, always." He quips.
"Hey, I'm in this too. It's about time we see how well our Commander deals with something not involving...killing and ordering around." Bull interjected.
"The more the merrier." Varric agreed.
"Oi, what are you three on about?" Sera asked.
"Commander and Erelan." Dorian replied, grinning wildly.
"Ooohhh...I'm in." She said, grinning.
"What's this about The Commander and Erelan?" Blackwall leaned in.
"Were planning on interrogating them." Bull replied.
"What do you mean interrogating them?"
"Questioning them about their relationship." Sera replied.
"Ohh, well that explains everything."
"What do mean, Hero?" Varric asked.
"Well...she asked me to make a Lion statuette. Never told me who it was for, but that explains now. Templar...Ferelden...Lion."
"You never told us?!" Sera blurted it out, loudly.
Dorian instantly put his hand on her mouth, muffling her protest. Varric and the others hushed her. It didn't go unnoticed as Lavellan and them turned their heads towards them.
"What are you guys talking about?" Lavellan asked.
"Nothing." Bull replied.
Erelan looked at them suspicious. Her eyes scanning their faces one by one.
"What are you planning now dwarf?" Cassandra glared at him.
"Nothing. Why do you always assume that I start something, Seeker?"
"Because it's you."
"I'm hurt Seeker."
Cassandra gave a disgusted grunt and looked away. Dorian let go of Sera, sighing in relief. Sera stuck her tongue out at him.
"Well then, shall we start?" Josephine looked around.
"Might as well get this over with." Lavellan muttered.
Solas stood beside his sister, and whispered to her in elvhen. "I need a moment of your time."
Erelan looked at him, confused. "Now?"
Solas nodded. She sighed and called out to Josephine as she starts leading Lavellan out the door.
"Ambassador, I will be in a moment."
Lavellan turned her head, and looked at Solas and Erelan as they stood close to eachother. She felt a slight prick in her heart, but shook it way and smiled at them.
"Don't take too long…Ery." She said.
"I promise." Ery replied, smiling.
Josephine nodded her head, and with Lavellan, Vivienne, and Leliana they walked out. As for the others, they started walking out one by one but not before glancing over Solas and Erelan, confusion clearly shown in their faces. Sera and Dorian were the last to leave, once they are out the door, Solas closed it and conjured a sound barrier, in case someone is listening.
"So, what is it?" Erelan asked in elvhen, crossing her arms.
"You and the commander." He started.
"Cullen. He has a name brother."
"He is still the Commander. You and him…are you…both…"
"Together? Yes. You and Erelan? I take it you have finally gave in and confessed?"
"Yes."
"Is this all you wanted to talk about?"
"No. You and the commander, have you…" Solas looked at his sister.
"Have we…what? Had sex?"
The word 'sex' coming out from his little sister, made Solas cough. Erelan raised an eyebrow.
"Really? You are asking if Cullen and I had sex? I should ask the same thing to you." She chuckled.
"That is completely different. That is between me and Lavellan."
"Then this is between me and Cullen."
She starts walking towards the door, but Solas caught her arm, stopping her.
"Sister…I am worried for you, as your big brother I don't want you to get hurt. He is human, he is not…immortal. He is a templar."
"I know what he is brother. I am not the little sister you can protect anymore. Time has change."
"You are still my little sister, no matter what."
"I can take care of myself. I know what awaits me."
Solas lets go of her arm and sighed. She pulls his head down to her own and smiles at him.
"Do not be concerned for me brother, you should focus on your happiness, not mine."
She gives his forehead a quick kiss, and walks away. Solas stood in place, watching her as she dispels the magic, and walks out.
My own happiness… He thought. He shook his head and walk out the room, closing the door behind him.
Erelan walks her way up to Lavellan's chamber. She could hear Dorian, Sera and Lavellan talking the closer she got. She stopped midway and listened.
"What? You really think something is going on between them?" Sera's voice.
"No, I hope not. But they have been talking to eachother secretly…in elvhen." Dorian's voice replied.
"Ugh…elfy stuff again. Always the elfy stuff!"
"How do you know this Dorian?" Lavellan's voice came.
"She visits him a lot in the rotunda. Sadly, I cannot give you more details my peach, since they talk in elvhen."
Everything went silent. She took the opportunity and takes the last step. She sees Dorian sitting on the couch legs cross, and Sera sitting on the edge of the couch arm, legs swinging.
"Ery!" Sera calls out. Dorian gives her a smile.
"What are you two doing here?" She asked, with a hint of surprise.
"Helping our beloved inquisitor pick out a dress." Dorian replied.
"I thought...there are tailors waiting for you guys?"
"They can wait longer." Sera said. "Besides, this is more fun, watching quizzy having difficulty with each dress she puts on."
"Where is Levy?"
"Ery? is that you?" Lavellan's voice is heard from behind a wooden divider.
"Yes, it's me!"
"Oh thank the Creators! Can... you come here?"
Erelan walks her way towards Lavellan. As she turns around, she sees Josephine, Leliana and Vivienne watching as an elderly woman helps her in a very poufy, frilly skirt. A black, corset, that pushed some of her breast up, showing cleavage, tightly wrapped around her bodice. She looks like she could not breathe.
"Are...you okay...? You don't...look...well."
"This thing...corset? is very tight and I can hardly breathe or even move!" Lavellan protests.
"It is in fashion my dear." Vivienne said.
"Apparently it requires you not to breathe." She grumbled.
"It... does look a bit...too much." Josephine said, staring her down.
"Really? Here I thought it was perfect." She said sarcastically.
"This is the tenth dress she tried on and nothing!" The elder woman said, exasperated.
"I apologize Madame Lafontaine. But our dear Inquisitor is not used to wearing such clothes." Vivienne said.
"Why can't we just wear whatever we want?" Sera said, standing next to Erelan.
"Because this is the biggest Ball ever held, all nobles from the world will be there and we need to he presentable." Josephine replied.
"Frankly, if we let any of you pick, it would be a disaster." Vivienne said.
"Hey, my clothes are fine." Sera gestured to her normal attire.
"Yes, tore up shirt, leggings with holes, and stained with mustard is fine."
"You know Vivy, not all of us like nobles. Bunch of snotty bitches, think they are better than everyone."
"Sera, we are better. Especially in fashion."
"Oh, I wouldn't count on that. Not all." Dorian said, arms crossed standing between Sera and Erelan.
"Maker! You shouldn't be in here! A man should not see a woman dressing!" The elder woman yelled.
"I don't mind. Dorian, stays." Lavellan said.
"But My lady, he is-"
"He stays." Lavellan cut her off.
"Not to worry Madame. I'm not like most men."
Madame Lafontaine looked at Dorian, confused.
"Fine." She said. "Back to the problem. I don't know what else I can do for her."
Erelan looked at all the dresses Levy has worn and disliked. An idea dawned on her.
"Josephine may I borrow your quill and paper?"
"Uhm...of course." Josephine handed her the board.
"Ery?" Lavellan looked at her, curiously.
"Just...a moment. I may have solved your problem." Ery replied, sketching something.
Everyone looked at her in silence. Curious as to what she is doing. After five minutes or so, Erelan stopped, and smiled at her creation. She ripped the paper and gave Josephine her quill and paper board back.
"How about...this kind of dress?" She held out the paper showing a dress, except it is not in Orlesian fashion.
"So... I was thinking of practical but also Ball ready."
"This...is very risqué." Madame Lafontaine, calculating the sketch.
"I love it! Ery you are a genius!" Lavellan leaps down the pedestal and hugs her.
"All eyes will be on you sweetheart. Are you sure about this?" Dorian looks at Lavellan, concerned
"Dorian, all eyes will be on me regardless what I wear. I'm an elf, declared as the 'Herald of Andraste' and now The Inquisitor. Might as well give them a show." She grinned.
"Good point. I must say, I do love the dress. Scandalous."
"I must admit Mistress; I like the way you think. This will be the talk for the ages." Madame Lafontaine said.
"And your name will be famous, and every Orlesian's and Ferelden Nobles will flock to you to make their dresses." Vivienne said.
"I prefer...to not be named. Madame Lafontaine, if you don't mind, please take the credit, you are after all the one to make it."
"Yes, but you designed it. Wouldn't you want to be known?" She asked.
"No. I prefer to lay low. Please." Ery smiles at her.
"Are you certain Lady Erelan?" Josephine asked.
"I am."
"Well...if you insist. I will...take credit." Madame Lafontaine said, taking the paper. "I will have the dress ready...two days before the Ball."
"What about the shoes? I didn't see a matching shoe for it." Leliana said.
"I will leave that up to you Leliana." Ery replied. "I trust you with it."
"Oh, well...I will not disappoint. In fact, I already have one in mind." Leliana grinned.
"Well then, now that is all set. Let us all head back to our duties." Josephine said.
Madame Lafontaine bowed her head slightly and headed off along with Leliana discussing about the shoes. Josephine not far behind. Sera and Dorian waved goodbye and walked out.
"For an apostate and healer, you have shown many talents my dear."
"Madame Vivienne, when you are travelling alone, and trying to make a living you pick up alot of things."
"It seems dancing, and sketching is one of those things." She said with skepticism in her voice.
Erelan smiles at her.
"Vivienne, what are you trying to say?"
"My dear Inquisitor, I am merely curious. An apostate who has travelled alone and not once encountered Templars? It is very unlikely."
"Thank you for your concern, but in my travels when I hear rumors about Templars I avoid those roads."
"Yes. It seems you are quite skilled at that too. Well, I must be off I have other matters to attend to."
Vivienne turned her heels and walked out of the room. After she is gone, Erelan exhaled heavily, apparently she has been holding her breath and didn't even notice.
"Are you alright Ery?"
"I'm fine, Levy."
"Sorry about her...she is from the circle and doesn't exactly trust apostates."
"Well...at least she trusts you."
"I am the inquisitor, a power she probably needs in whatever she is scheming."
Erelan smiled weakly.
"So…what did you and Solas…talked about?" She blurted out.
"What do you mean?" Erelan asked.
"You can tell me the truth Erelan." Her voice coming out more hostile than she wanted. "When did you and Solas become so close? Are you two secretly meeting eachother behind my back?"
Erelan looks at her confused. "What?"
"I hear all the rumors. Everyone in Skyhold is saying that they see both of you sneaking off who knows where!" Her anger and jealousy building up inside, she screamed. "Even Dorian said he hears you both talking in Elvhen! Are you secretly harboring feelings for him!?"
Erelan taken aback from the outburst, stared at Lavellan, eyes full of pain. "Ery, I assure you nothing is going on between Solas and I. These accusations and rumors are false."
Lavellan holds up her heavy skirt, and stomps towards the bed and sits down. Pinches the bridge of her nose. Erelan walks over to her and kneels infront of her.
"Ir abelas...I... did not mean to lash out on you. It's just so much is going on...and I... forgive me Ery."
"There is nothing to forgive. I understand. Levy, know that I think of you as a sister and would rather die than hurt you." The truth in her words cut through her heart. "Also, Solas is not exactly my type."
Lavellan chuckled. "I suppose Cullen is your type." Erelan blushed, embarrassed. "Everyone is saying he has an apostate lover and of course I suspected that it's you."
"His not...exactly hard to read. In which...I find him adorable for."
"Unlike Solas...who is the master of hiding his emotions." Lavellan looks out the window, and sighs.
A soft knock and the door hinges creaking made both women turn their heads. A scout entered and bows his head with a letter on his hand. He respectfully gives the letter to Lavellan and swiftly walks out the room. She opens the letter and reads it.
Come to the eastern tower.
-Varric
"Seems Varric needs to see me now."
"Alright. You should go then."
"Uhm...you don't suppose...know how to...uhm...take this off do you?" Lavellan gestured to her attire.
"Of course I do. Like our Grand Enchanter says 'I have many talents'."
Lavellan laughed and stood up. Erelan got up and helped her get undress. She swiftly untied the corset, and Lavellan groaned, happy to finally be able to breathe properly. In moments she is in her smalls, and started dressing up in her normal clothing. A white tunic, paired with grey leggings, and boots.
"Ready?" Ery asked, as she sets the heavy dress down.
"Yup, time to go see Varric."
The two women walked out the room and separated ways. Erelan walking towards Cullen's room and Lavellan going to the tower.
Lavellan sees Varric pacing back and forth, restless. She walks up to him.
"Varric, you asked to see me?"
"Did anyone follow you? Knows that your here?"
"No one followed me and only Ery knows, but I didn't tell her where I'm going."
"Okay, good. Remember...I told you I know someone who could help with Corypheus?"
"Yes."
"Well...she is here. Inquisitor meet Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall."
"Though I don't use that title anymore." A voice came from behind.
Lavellan turned around and saw a woman walking down the stairs. She has heard of her tales. An apostate that came from nothing and became Kirkwall's hope. How she defeated the Arishok in one on one combat. Killed so many Cartas, Bandits, Undeads, Demons and Slave traders. Siding with the mages, defeating Meredith and became the beacon of the mage rebellion. Hawke is at least a few inches taller than her. Her eyes tell a story of a woman who has seen too many things for her age.
"Hawke the Inquisitor." Varric said. He pours himself a drink from a wine bottle he brought and took a sip. "I figured you could give her some advice about Corypheus, you and I did fight him after all."
"It is an honor to finally meet you Serah Hawke."
"Aww shucks, I should be the honored one. To meet the Inquisitor in person! I have heard of so many stories about you."
"Ugh, more stories about me?"
"Don't worry they're all good things."
"I am surprised they chose an elf to be the Inquisitor." Another voice spoke.
"You brought Fenris?!" Varric spit out his drink.
"Correction, He brought himself." Hawke replied.
"Did you really think I'd let her go by herself?" Fenris stands next to Hawke, crossing his arms.
"Shit...I wasn't expecting this. You never seize to surprise me Hawke, after all these years."
"That is why you and I are best of friends Varric!"
Lavellan stared at Fenris. Tanned skin, grey eyes, pouty lips, lean body and probably a few inches taller than Hawke. What caught her attention is his white markings. It is unlike she has ever seen.
"It is lyrium-infused markings. Curtesy by a rotting in hell magister." Hawke said.
"You mean...he was..."
"A slave. Yes. Can we get on with what we came here for?" Fenris finished off.
"You are just full of sunshine and daisies."
"Same to you Varric."
"Ah...brings back memories. Anyway, so what would you like to know about Coryphishite."
"Is he really a God?"
"Hmm...no I don't believe he is. He thinks he is."
"His just another powerful mage that needs to die." Fenris growled.
"Forgot to mention...Fenris here hates mages to the core."
"But...you're a mage. And his with you..."
"I'm a special one." Hawke grinned. "It took a while...for him to open up, but I'm glad that part is over."
"Oh."
"We did fight and killed him. Never thought he knew how not to die." Hawke leans on Fenris, as he wraps his arms around her. "Nice view by the way. I had a balcony overlooking the city."
"At least you only got the city, I have half of Thedas. Does it...get any easier?"
"I'll let you know when that happens." She smiled at her. "So, Varric told me the Wardens disappeared."
"How much of this has Varric told you?"
"I only told her the important stuff, don't worry."
"Lucky for you I have a warden friend. His name is Stroud he sent me a letter before Varric did and told me to meet him in Crestwood. Fenris and I were getting ready to set out when I received Varric's letter."
"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"Pfft, don't worry. I would never pass the chance of meeting The Inquisitor, and seeing Varric again."
"I could...on the whole seeing Varric again."
"Aww...I miss you too Broody."
"See what I mean?"
"Will you be staying then, with us in Skyhold?"
"If you don't mind us crashing your little party here."
"Of course not! I will have Josephine have your room ready!"
"And a bath...a nice hot bath would be nice."
"Of course!"
"Oh one other thing...Hawke I need a favor."
"What? Varric Tethras has a favor for little ole me? I am shocked."
"That is shocking." Fenris quirks an eyebrow.
"I need you to come with me...and settle something...with...Seeker Cassandra."
"Oh...Ohhhh...right...she will beat you up once she finds out you knew where I was the whole time...right. Well, then lead the way my favorite dwarf in the world!"
"Flattery gets you nowhere Hawke."
"Really? Because I'm pretty sure...I have been told I'm an expert on that." She winks.
Varric laughs. "Alright, let's get the screaming done with."
"Inquisitor-"
"Please just call me Lavellan, I don't like being called by a title that was given to me."
"I hear you on that one. You can call me Hawke, and he is Fenris."
"Pleased to meet you both."
"Alrighty, let's go meet this scary Seeker."
Varric chuckled and shakes his head. "If you have time Inquisitor join us at the Tavern, were going to play Wicked Grace."
"Ohhh...is this the long awaited revenge from last time Messere Tethras?"
"You know it is."
"Are you sure you want to do this Varric?"
"Count on it Broody."
"Now I really have to join; I can't miss this." Lavellan smiled.
"Hey maybe you can convince the other Broody elf to join."
"Other broody elf?" Hawke tilts her head at Varric.
"You'll meet him soon. Let's go."
Varric, Fenris Hawke and Lavellan walked together towards the Tavern and separated ways. The trio towards Cassandra, and Lavellan back to the main hall. She turns towards the rotunda and opens the door. She walks in and finds Solas on his couch laying down. She starts walking over to him and squats down, watching him. His face looks peaceful. She softly places her hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. Her mind started thinking about the conversation she had with Erelan. She starts tracing his face softly. Solas stirred a little but didn't wake up.
He really is a deep sleeper… She thought. Slowly, she starts drifting off and fell asleep beside him.
Erelan opened the door from Cullen's room/office and walked in. She sees Cullen talking to a scout. He glances over and sees her.
"Ery."
"I can come back if you're busy."
"No…it's alright. Stay."
She smiles and starts walking towards him. The scout saluted at Cullen and bowed to her as he left.
"Any progress on Samson?" She asks looking over his desk.
"A little…but still not enough." He replied, solemnly.
She puts her palm on his cheek and he held it in place with his. "You will find him, don't worry." She reassures him.
"Thank you. I will not give up."
"I know. You're not the type." She teased.
Cullen chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. Erelan leaned her head on his chest and listened to his steady beating heart.
"Have I ever told you…how happy you make me feel?"
"I don't recall."
"Well…let me say it now. You make me happy."
He tilted her chin up and softly planted a kiss.
"Now I will remember…" She grinned.
"Good."
"Does the Commander have time to walk with an apostate?"
"For you. Always."
Cullen and Erelan walked out of his room, and started walking hand in hand towards the courtyard. Every person they passed by either gasped, or whispered amongst eachother. They both stared at eachother and smiled. Erelan leaned her head on his shoulder, as Cullen wrapped his arm around her as they walk. Neither caring what other people think.
Author's Notes:
Not sure if this was a good ending or a bad one.
I may add more stuff on this chapter…maybe.
For now, hope you liked this chapter!
Next chapter:
Lavellan's Dress arrives! Let the Game of deception begin!
Until next time!
