Leliana POV:
Wynne, Duncan, Morrigan, and I go charging after the Warden as soon as we see where she is. Morrigan transforms into a bear; Duncan starts running ahead of us; and Wynne is already beginning to cast healing spells. I begin fumbling for my bow before loading it. All four of us enter the room around the same time, then come to a halt to see what's going on. Alistair and a dwarf are both collapsed by the tremendous, hideous Broodmother. Meanwhile, my lover is 'fighting' it. In reality, she's stumbling around like a drunk and barely managing to avoid all of the attacks the Darkspawn is throwing at her. Tentacles erupting from the ground narrowly miss her heels while vomit rains down around her in a halo. The elf has her sword swung over her shoulder in preparation of a swing that's never going to come.
Morrigan roars before charging ahead. The giant, spiked bear takes a tentacle in her maw and crunches it. Black blood spews from the wound before the tentacle retreats into the ground. Duncan follows her lead and begins taking down the tentacles with her. Wynne, meanwhile, casts protecting halos around everyone and begins preparing to tend to wounds. I draw back my arrow and fire at the Broodmother's face. The giant creature has been wounded from multiple assaults from before, so she hardly has any fight in her. The final straw is the warden stumbling over to the monster and beginning to climb it like a mountain.
The Broodmother screams and shudders; however, it's preoccupied with trying to fend off all of us. I keep firing arrows and trying to keep the monster busy while my love finally reaches the top. The elf pulls out her sword, presses it against the Broodmother's throat, and slices. The tentacles disappear while the Broodmother bleeds out. My love falls, laughing, to the ground. I'm rushing to her in an instant while Wynne rushes to the dwarf and Alistair. Tabris looks up at me and smiles, but her gaze is unfocused and she's struggling to breathe. I rest her head in my lap as Alistair struggles over to me. The man kneels down and asks a simple question.
"Can Tabris keep going with us? We need to finish this. We've been down here too long.". Morrigan answers before I even have the chance to.
"No. The spell is fogging her mind again. She needs rest, food, and water. Making her go now would be stupid.". I look at the dazed warden and make an offer.
"If you make Duncan stay, then I can stay with her. Duncan and I can handle ourselves, and I can take care of her while everything is being wrapped up.". The elf's face has a deep frown spread across it. She begins shaking her head while her shaking hands reach for my face.
"I wanna go!". I shake my head, take her hands in mine, and kiss the palms of her hands.
"You know that you can't.". Tabris whines while the group talks it over. Finally, everyone agrees to my plan. Tabris, Duncan, and I will remain behind while everyone else forges ahead. They're mildly concerned since I'm the only rogue and they won't have one, but eventually they decide two warriors and two mages can get the job done. For an hour, preparation is all we do. Moving the base camp into the room where I am, getting everyone patched up, and getting supplies ready. Finally, everything is where it's suppose to be and the group can head out. Duncan whimpers as he watches them go, but ultimately he realizes he needs to stay with his master. Tabris has just been lying in my lap and looking at my face.
However, I realize I should probably move her somewhere more comfortable. So, I gently place her head on the ground before heading into the tent. I make a tremendous pile of blankets, pillows, and covers. Then, I carry Tabris in to lie her down on the mountain of fluff. Instantly, her eyes close and she begins breathing deeply. Duncan walks in after a few minutes and lies down beside me. I'm currently sitting down with my legs crossed and just looking at the woman I love. I know she promised me that she would branch off after the Deep Roads and take me to Denerim to deal with my past. Unsurprisingly, I can't wait for her to finally do so.
I want nothing more than to put my past behind me and be able to enjoy my present with the elven maid as my lover. Idly, I allow thoughts of having sex with the woman to go through my mind. Obviously, I'll be the one dominating her and giving her commands. Tabris is far from submissive in her average life, but the demon showed me that the elven virgin is clearly submissive as hell when it comes to sex. I eye the warden and try to think of some of the things I can do to her the first time we'll have sex. She's a virgin, so that means I'll need to take it a little easier than normal to make sure she doesn't get put off of the whole idea.
That doesn't, however, mean I can't fulfill her desires. Some harsh words and pinning her to the ground will do good enough. The whipping and chaining will come later. After she's been shown the pleasure that lies in handing herself over to me. I sigh at my fantasies before I realize Duncan is still awake. If I was going to get any sleep, then now would be the perfect time. That way, the dog will be awake and standing guard. I curl up beside Tabris is her fortress of fluff. My arms find their way around the woman's waist and my nose buries itself in her hair. The elf mumbles in her sleep before pressing herself harder against my body. I smile as I allow myself to drift away into the darkness of sleep.
A coldness has seeped into the tent when I finally wake up. I open my eyes and look around for any threats. Our superior dog is currently asleep in the corner while my love hasn't stirred. I glance down at the elf and smile. For once, she looks like she doesn't have the entire weight of the world bearing down on her. Slowly, I reach up and run my thumb along the length of her face. How wonderful it would have been if we'd been born with different lives.
Her an elven servant back in Orlais, or I an actual sister in Denerim. No Darkspawn to worry about or destiny to fulfill. I curl up closer to the warden for warmth as she stirs in her sleep. Thankfully, she doesn't become fully awakened. For about an hour, I'm able to enjoy myself. Just lazily lying in bed with my arms wrapped around the woman I love. Unfortunately, it comes to and end when Tabris wakes up. The elf groans before fighting to get away from me. I sigh; then, I roll off of her to allow her to rise. The loopy elf sits up, looks around, and asks a question I don't know how to answer.
"Wos at?". I heave myself onto my feet before trying to calm to elf.
"It's fine. Go back to sleep. I'll get you something to eat.". The woman collapses back onto her back, but leaves her eyes open. I think that's about to best I can possibly do right now, so I exit the tent to find some food for the elf.
When I return the woman is fast asleep again. I shake my head before placing her meal of a hunk of bread with some beer beside her. Finally, I just sit down beside her and try to think of what to do. She'll definitely take me to Denerim after this (most likely while sending Alistair to Redcliffe), but what about after all of this is over? I can't possibly ask the woman to abandon her people, or the Wardens. She took an oath to help both of them for as long as she lived. Suddenly, a deep and selfish part of me rears its head. Why can't I ask the warden to do what I want to do? I've been following her about for what seems like forever. Besides, she's almost leading me into death every single day! Just asking her to take a month of two off with me isn't too bad. I nod as I look down at the drooling, twitching warden.
I'll make her take some time off after the Blight is ended. Maybe I'll just make her sit around and do nothing with me. I'm sure she'll be hailed as a hero when we're done. Making the queen or king or whoever's alive at the end pay for our vacation doesn't sound too bad. I'm still thinking about vacations and such when I hear the distant thundering of footsteps returning to camp. The other team couldn't have been gone for more than a day, so that means one of two things. It went amazingly, or we're all royally fucked from now on.
I lightly tap the warden on the stomach to get her to wake p. My love is roused instantly. The loopy woman looks around before seeing me. Her face splits in a tremendous smile and she reaches out for me to hug her. Gently, I push her arms away and motion to the food lying beside her. The younger woman seems mildly upset I won't give all of my attention to her, but begins eating like I want her to. I quickly make my exit before my love can either question what I'm doing, or (worse) follow me. Morrigan and Wynne are the first to arrive. Both women are scratched up and look tired, but are otherwise unharmed. However, I can't even question them about anything. The two mages push past me and enter the tent. Alistair and his dwarven friend are the next to join. Alistair remains while the dwarf continues stomping away. I shoot Alistair a questioning glance and he explains.
"I killed his wife. Kind of. It was mostly Morrigan. Anyway, I also said somethings that pissed him off. So, he decided not to stay.". I nod, but don't have an particularly strong opinion about Alistair or his actions at the moment. I turn back towards the tent and join my friends. Wynne is lying near the warden's bottom with the woman's legs/feet tossed over her stomach; Duncan is curled up at her head while serving as a pillow; and Morrigan is sleeping with her back to my love's front.
The position would be romantic if it was me, but instead it looks like the two are vying for 'power'. 'Power' being the softest part of the bed. Actually, that's probably exactly what they're doing. I smile before joining the pile. I climb in beside the elf and wrap my arms between her stomach and Morrigan's back. I've already slept, but I will myself to drift off again. Tomorrow won't be any easier than today.