"Wavy white hair like snow on marble. Eyes that laugh to hide all the pain, pain I wish I could take away. In the stories we are always happy, always joking. At least in the stories I can make her smile again. Edit out the details that hurt, stories become truth if you tell it enough."
"Kid didn't Blackwall talk to you about cutting that out?" Varric looked over his glass to Cole. They were gathered around the Herald's Rest after the events of the Winter's Palace. The Inquisitor had even managed to talk Cassandra and Cullen into joining them, it had been a long series of events in Orlais and they desperately needed down time, or so Varric had thought until Cole started poking around.
The Inquisitor looked at Cole curiously across the table. She was a quick one and the description only fit a very select few in Thedas, Andraste damnit the mage was going to needle him for days about this one.
"White turns to Grey but he leads her only to pain. What was left of the Grey is gone now into darkness taking her light with it. They can find me but I can't let them find her." The ghost boy blinks and looks from Varric to Cassandra with understanding.
"You knew the Seekers were coming for you. You let yourself get caught so Hawke could get away. But you never told her how you felt. You always let her get away."
The Seeker's eyes go from Cole to Varric to Lavellan. Makers sweet nutbag don't make a big deal out of this.
"It never occurred to me how a Deshyr, and a member of the merchants guild could get letters halfway across the continent but never heard word that a small chantry militia was looking for him directly?" Is that a hint of a smile on Cass's stern face? See if she gets an honorable mention in the next issue of Swords and Shields.
"Do tell us master storyteller where would the Champion of Kirkwall be if not for her trust scribe?" Now the damn Inquisitor was getting in on it.
"We've been over this before Kitara, Kirkwall was a pit of vipers before half of Ferelden wound up there. "He tips a mug in Cullen's direction. " All I did was call in a few favors for a few friends when everything went crazy….well crazier. No offence Curley."
"But I still don't understand." Cole insisted. "You write her letters, so many letters but you never send them."
"It appears Cassandra isn't' the only hopeless romantic in our midst Cole." the Inquisitor said with a smile.