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Eternity will never be enough for me
and eternally we'll live our infallible love
This is For Keeps, The Spill Canvas
Thankfully, even with the damage I caused, I knew enough healing magic to heal him. Maker knows how bad that might have gone, how much a tragedy I nearly caused.
Even after all this time, I still lose my composure.
And it was because of this boy.
Samson didn't even hesitate to grab my hand gently. I nearly pulled back, because I hadn't let myself be spoiled like this in a long time. Because every time I look at any of them, I can only see the horror in their eyes before-
"Mara, Mara it's okay, I'm okay," and I realized I was squeezing his hand and my nails were digging into his skin. I tried letting go, tried jerking my hand away. But this blue eyed boy just held a little tighter, but still just as gentle. "Come on, Carver already went home, I told him to tell everyone that we were going to be a little late." And I sighed in relief, because I couldn't face my brother, not after my loss in control.
Not after I nearly lost it.
"You really shouldn't have said anything. You nearly got yourself killed!" No, it was all my fault, but he needed to understand. And I couldn't stop the words from coming. "Do you realize what I nearly did? What if I hadn't been able to pull it back? What if, what if I hadn't recognized you, or if Carver hadn't warned me? By the Maker, boy! Do you have any sense?!"
"Because it was you, Mara, I knew you wouldn't hurt me. You're not the type."
And I turned away and walked, his hand falling out of mine as he let me go. He didn't have to pretend not to notice the shine in my eyes.
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What...what is going on? What am I seeing right now? Papa...papa will know. He'll explain...he'll know.
He'll understand why I'm seeing him die for the third time. Why I have visions of these people I don't even know.
He'll know what this ache in my chest is whenever I see these people.
I'll ask him when I wake up, but right now my friends are waiting.
Child, do you want to see more of my world?
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Everything was the same as before. Okay, that was a lie, but not by much. Samson hung around a lot more than before. It was a little awkward, considering I had almost set him ablaze not a few days before. True to his word, no Templars had come to drag me to the circle, not yet. He worked beside us diligently, always smiling and cracking jokes, sometimes at his own expense.
"Hey Mara, after we're done here, could you come with me for a bit?" Ah, that nickname. He had taken to calling me that now, and I didn't have to heart
to resist it.
"Of course. I'm sure Carver won't mind us slipping away for a while, would you little brother?" Carver's cheeks flushed and he made a disgusted noise as he wrinkled his nose.
"Ugh, if you two are going to flirt, just let me go home early."
While laughing with the boy near me, it occurred to me that this almost felt normal.
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I'm in the Fade once again. Of course I am, I'm dreaming. It's dark and the screams are farther away but closing in at the same time. People fly past us as they run from the Qunari. 'I have to find him,' I think, with my companions behind me.
Blue eyes flash and I'm pushing myself even harder.
This...seems familiar, but I don't...
Another scene plays, and I'm younger than before, around eight. I'm laughing because the man is funny, and I was crying because it hurt to remember but he was funny and helped. And everything is slipping out, and I'm telling him I'm not really eight or nine or even ten, and the tears are streaming and won't stop. His hand is larger than mine but warm and comforting, but I can't remember why. And under is light hair tears are slipping and he's hugging me tightly.
I- I don't remember this- what?
"It's okay, you know? It's heartbreaking, I know. But- but I'll see you again, and I'll remember, if only just you. I'll find you, and you don't have to remember, but- but...just this once, be mine."
Mara.
Pintsizedpsycho- Thanks ^^ and, yeah, kind of. But hopefully it will be a little different, mainly because I'm bad with romance and am so awkward when writing it!
zeezle- Thanks for reviewing every chapter so far! And yeah, reincarnation can be useful, but just think of like this; you can never get release. Even when you die, everything just starts over again. For me, being someone who doesn't believe in a higher power and is terrified of always being conscious even after I die, reincarnation would be a living hell for me.
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Sorry it took me so long with this chapter, and it's shortness v.v I've already started working on the next one, so it should be up sooner than this one was!
Anyways, I'm gonna go with the politically correct Happy Holidays everybody! And Happy New Years! I hope ya'll stick with my story til the end!
And the whole AU part I warned about last chapter? Yeah, not this chapter, maybe next. Sorry for the long AN!
By the way, tell me how play Inquisition is for you! I happen to adore it to pieces, and the bald elf has surprisingly stolen my heart. Damn Solas.