Sorry I took a while with this one, I told myself I would get a chapter in every weekend but it's softball season now, so when I get home I just want to lay down in my bed and relax. Again I want to thank those who review the story. It's the reviewers that help me get a grasp on how Im writing so even if something bother you inform me so I can improve. OH and this chapter has some suggestive stuff. I rewrote the first half of the chapter around 4 times... which was also a reason I took so long.
Dressed in a soft blue nightgown, Leliana sat up in the window sill of her room in the Gnawed Noble Tavern. She couldn't sleep, thoughts of Marjolaine where haunting her mind. Although she was certain that there wouldn't be a happy revelation between her and the ex-love, all she could think of were the fond memories, memories of touch, lust, and taste. Marjolaine was fond of sweets and often Leliana would bring some to her while she slept. She would wake the older dark haired woman with a sweet kiss of creamy pudding, and was rewarded with an even sweeter experienced touch on skin. They muttered endearments in Orlesian to each other, until they were too indulged…
Hot and bothered Leliana reached her pack to retrieve a tool of relaxation. She searched for her plaything until she was rudely interrupted by a strong knock at her door. "Maker!" Leliana growled, walking to the door. She opened the door fiercely until she saw a disheartened elf on the other side of the door. "Is something wrong?" the bard gently cooed. The elf said nothing and walked into the room and sat at the edge of Leliana's bed hugging a knee. The elf was scarcely dressed in a robe, and even though Leliana had already seen the elf's figure, she was thanking the maker that her intense blush wasn't visible by the hand of the night. Leliana sat next to the warden, and at closer inspection she noticed an intense musky smell she knew too well.
"I made a mistake," the elf finally muttered.
"We all make mistakes," she assured resting a hand on her shoulder.
"No, this isn't this was entirely stupid of me." The warden said standing up abruptly facing the bard. "So stupid! All this time, the talking, the flirting, I didn't realize…" Leliana looked at the warden. Her rant almost sound like some kind of declaration of love, it couldn't possibly be directed towards her could it?
"Never in my life would I think I would agree with Morrigan but he is a fool. How dare he… doesn't he know we could never be together, that he is the bastard son of a king and I'm dalish and this whole thing is just wrong, so very wrong, and of course I realize this when I'm in bed with him and I start sobbing and he asks me if he is doing something wrong…" The elf was pacing now, and Leliana's suspicions were reassured, not only where the two wardens involved they were physically intimate. Leliana tried desperately to hold in the overwhelming despair that furrowed up in side of her. "I don't want to hurt him Leliana…" the elf sighed out, lying back onto the bed frustrated. Realizing that her friend needed consoling, Leliana grabbed the warden's hand, and was surprised at how soft it was. The palm had some small calluses, but the rest of her skin was very soft, and it quickly began to tense and sweat in reply to its friends grasp.
"I have sweaty hands." The dalish nervously responded, pulling her hand away.
"They're very pretty hands." Leliana confessed, now grabbing both of them playfully. At this point she didn't care if the warden was in love with Alistair (if that was what she felt for him anyway). "I can like her as much I want to, until she tells me to stop," Leliana reassured herself, "and if she doesn't tell me I will tell her how I feel when it's the right time." Smiling at her own resolution she joked. "I wonder, are grey wardens ticklish?"
"I've never been ticklish…" The warden said pulling her arms back defensively around her waist. Taking that as a challenge Leliana grabbed the elf's waist playfully, prodding it until the warden laughed.
"Feeling better?" She asked positioning herself under the covers next to the warden.
"Yes, I can stay here for the night right?"
"Of course." The elf got under the covers as well and daringly grabbed Leliana's hand and asked, "Ready to find Marjolaine?"
"Yes, as ready as I'll ever be."
Leliana looked at herself in the mirror. The new armor made by Wade fit her perfectly, and the drake scales complimented her eyes. She walked out the changing room.
"Oh it looks nice." Alistair complimented.
"No it does not! It needs more detailing and the legs are too tight, it will chafe! Take it off this minute I refuse to let a pretty girl like you wear something so hideous." Wade protested.
"Oh Wade," Herren rebuked, "She looks fine let the customers get on their way and leave." Morrigan happily agreed and the other followed. "Don't hurry back!" They heard him scowl.
They wasted no more time and walked to the residence. Leliana sighed at the sight of the door. "Are you ready?" the dalish warden asked cautiously. Leliana, with the fox bow at her back and daggers at her side nodded, while the warden opened the door. Immediately they were bombarded by two large Qunari, but Morrigan hastily enraptured then in cold allowing the others to rid of them quickly. "She really wants me dead," Leliana muttered. They went into the next room where they were confronted by a proud dark haired woman who haughtily raised her brow at their presence, possibly surprised. The warden herself was especially stunned; she was expecting a woman of equal beauty to Leliana, but Marjolaine was only a bit better than average, but there was a glint of intelligence in her sharp dark eyes. "Leliana, so lovely to see you again my dear," the woman greeted with arrogance.
"Spare me the pleasantries, I know you're…" Marjolaine cut her off, "You must excuse the shabby accommodations… This country smells like wet dog! Everywhere! I cannot get the smell out, and now it is in my hair and clothes…" Alistair and the warden gave the woman a stare and the elf hissed, "Ferelden does not smell like wet dog!"
"Oh of course you wouldn't notice it, you roll around in the filth so much you're used to it." The dalish resisted the urge to lunge at the woman for she remembered her trip to Ostagar, bitter, hungry, and irritated at Duncan from taking her from her people. She too did notice the odor of the mabari. Although it wasn't nearly as bad as she made it to be, the elf was not to going to be allowed to be called filth.
"You framed me, had me caught, and tortured. I thought in Ferelden I would be free from you, but it seems I am not. What happened that made you hate me so, why do you want me dead so badly?" The Leliana asked strongly.
"Dead? Nonsense…" She chuckled lightly, " I know you Leliana, I know what you are capable of… I just sent those men to bring you to me and see here you are."
The elf almost laughed at this, "We don't believe you." and Leliana agreed shaking her head at Marjolaine, "you are so transparent, what are you up to Marjolaine?"
"In truth you have information you can use against me… And do you think I wouldn't watch my Leliana? What is she up to, I thought, the quiet life, her hair short and messy like a boy's, this is not her…" Marjolaine sighed. "I thought you had to be up so something… Clever, Leliana, clever you almost had me fooled… and then you left the chantry so suddenly, what was I supposed to think?"
"You think I left because of you?" Leliana said truly bewildered, "you think I still have some plan of revenge? You are insane, paranoid."
"Not everything is about you shem! Leliana's concern now is the blight" The warden barked.
"Oooh is that what you think?" Marjolaine laughed, and then manipulatively advised, "If I were you I would believe nothing she says. She will use you. You look at her and see a simple girl," She added playfully, " a friend trusting and warm it's an act."
"I am not you Marjolaine, I left because I didn't want to become you."
"Oh but you are me, you can't escape it, no one will understand you the way I do, because we are one and the same…"
"Oh I bet…" Morrigan chuckled, even getting a bit of a snort from Alistair, and a deathly glare from the warden.
"You revered in the power it gave you, you cannot change or deny this."
"I trust Leliana no matter what you say." The elf argued making Leliana smile and give thanks. "You will not threaten me or my friends again. I want you out of my life, forever!" Eager to fufill Leliana's wish the warden added, "You know she will hound you as long as she lives."
"You think you can kill me?" Marjolaine smiled snottily at the two women. "I made you Leliana I can destroy you just as easily." Wasting no time the elf quickly charged at the woman who insulted her, but Marjolaine's stealth made it easy for her to slip away from the warden's dual swing, who was then hit by the hex of a hidden mage who she went to kill instead. Leliana found Marjolaine, who swung her fists at the younger bard unarmed. "Who is the elf?"
"My friend is a grey warden."
"Oh, and are the dalish savage in bed as well?" Unable to even respond to this comment Leliana, filled with anger and covet, stabbed Marjolaine in the gut with one hand and with balletic skill swept off her head with the other.
"Dear maker, she's dead. She's dead because of me!" Leliana quickly looked away from Marjolaine's…corpse. The elf quickly ran to her while Alistair made a last blow to the last of Marjolaine's lackeys. She saw the redneck of the elder bard and looked over at Leliana wide-eyed. The dalish was either very scared or very excited, even she wasn't sure.
"I need some time to think about this…" Leliana said walking out the door while the other searched the hideout for valuables.
My first playthrough Leliana beheaded Marjolaine and I was just totally awestrucked and frieghtened at the same time... I still cant even really express how that moment was. And I always laugh at where Marjolaine says "we are the same and one" becuase my pervertedness creates this mental image, and yeah that why I had Morrigan butt in there. Im finding out the more I write the more I'm using Morrigan to express all though moments when the inner bitch inside of me laughed innapropriately. (For example when if you've played the city elf origin as a girl and you in the jail cell and the gaurds come to take the girls and one of them says "stay away from us" and they kill her... I could not stop laughing, they was she said it I just thought it was the funniest thing.) Oh btw I think the rating of the story might change soon.
Review - I need my positive reinforcement.