Reprieve
So she escaped. Escaped? He allowed her to leave—Kiera was pretty sure that if it came down to anything, there would be no way she could have left the arishok's quarters in one piece. As she paced in her room, the light grew brighter—it was dawn. But still she was perplexed, even as she made through the motions of her morning toilette.
Her mind was reasoning with clarity, preoccupied with the night's conversation—and each thought found its way to the ways 'the act' could be performed without too much bodily harm.
The arishok's fingers—long, sharp claws—those needed to be restrained. Perhaps suggest a trim? A good filing? But as soon as she imagined those raking across her skin in ecstasy—she shuddered, almost bumping into yet another tall, muscular creature.
Kiera muttered her apologies, and walked out into the yard. She grabbed her weapons, and made as if to go through the motions which she did daily, if a little half-heartedly.
Perhaps chains? Her mind went again. On him? Or her? This was vital, but Kiera was sure that the arishok could break through those without straining. She had once seen Sten—ah—she knew the right person to consult. Sten.
Turning, she found the same lilac gaze which had been watching her ill-focused movements ever since she had emerged from her chambers.
"You are distracted, kadan." His observation was always astute, though he rarely deigned to state the obvious.
Kiera shook her head, struggling to concentrate on her friend's face, and not let her gaze wander elsewhere— lingering on choice areas like his broad shoulders, rippling arms, well-built chest, defined abdomen and of course his—hind…quarters.
She sighed, despairing. "Very distracted." She covered her eyes with a hand, trying not to blush like the fool she felt. Bronze skin. Her mind whispered. And very large—muscles.
"Perhaps you would require a partner today?" This confused her. A partner for what? The act? Her eyes flicked upwards to his, mortified.
"A sparring partner. Opponent. Whatever it is you people use." Sten's perennial frown deepened, and Kiera winced at her idiocy.
"I could use some help, yes." She stood and readied herself. At least her mind was not still going on about— Endurance. Qunari endurance is a fine thing. GAH.
Sorry for it being so short- and if you have any ideas as to what should happen next- do let me know! Thanks for reading!