let your fists come undone; leliana

[leliana]

leliana

oh, the desert dreams of a river that will run down to the sea
like my heart longs for an ocean to wash down over me

The world had, as always, shrunk until it was just the two of them.

Leliana turned her graceful head to her sister as she approached, her features softening as she made out the shadows that formed into the apricot and indigo. When she reached for her, she responded in turn, pressing the crimson of her nose into her sisters and breathing in the sweet, familiar scent. She did not react when she felt the magic untangle from Exist and pool into her, she merely exhaled quietly, feeling that same thing unlock in her chest and then flood throughout her, lighting her nerves with the memory.

Relief—this was relief. This is what it was to be turned asunder and then reformed.

“If I exist, then you exist,” she murmured in response, her voice soft and certain. With both wonder and joy, she unfurled her wings at her sides, feeling joy as they shifted seamlessly. At first, they were soft down and as red as the sunrise, and then they melded into dragon wings, talon curled at the end and as black as obsidian. The dissolved and were replaced with hard copper, the light glinting off their smooth edges. Finally, they settled into the dappled russet of an owl, the softness of them pushing into her sister’s.

She glanced at them affectionally and then turned to Exist, her face alight with wonder. “You restored me,” she pressed her face into the neck of her sister, her twin, breathing out and inhaling the moment deeply into her chest. “You restored us.” She did not ask how or why—it seemed too much to ask to be given this gift and then demand answers on the how and why. She was content to simply be given it in the first place without needing to tear it apart. Instead, she just smiled, a singular tear falling down her cheek.