the sweetest sadness in your eyes; contagion

[leliana]

I waited for something and something died
so I waited for nothing and nothing arrived

Being with him is easy in a way she doesn’t fully understand and yet wholly appreciates. He does not press demands into her flesh, does not brand her with his past, does not wring her dry. And so she does not stop herself when she takes a step closer to him, bridging the gap between them, the space between them beginning to feel somehow wrong. “Does it?” she questions, the sadness unmistakable in the lilt of her voice and in the bruises around her eyes. “Can home not be permanent? Can it not be unchanging?”

Another step toward him, her wings shifting at her sides, turning from the silver of the moonlight to the rich red of his coat, dappled with the same white that finds its way across his haunches. “Don’t answer that,” she finally decides with the smallest of smiles, now that she is close enough to feel the heat that rolls off his body, to feel his very presence. Reaching forward, her mouth finds the slope of his neck, the curve of muscle that lies beneath the flesh, and she whispers. “Don’t move for a second, okay?”

Closing her eyes, she hums low, the sound pleasantly feminine as she concentrates on loosening the healing gift from her chest and finding its way into him. She breathes low and deep as she focuses on the task at hand, at the way her gift navigates through him, rooting out the different pains and easing them. 

His body is different though—and she frowns as she works, as she heals the various wounds both old and new in his body, the worry knotting in her chest the longer that she did. When she breaks from him, red muzzle leaving the red of his neck, there is a slight sheen of sweat on her, the effort clear in her gaze.

Her brows knit together and concern blossoms in her eyes as she finds his gaze, their breath mingling. Questions tangle on her tongue, but only one manifests in the air between them: “Are you okay?”

Because no matter how she tries, she cannot shake the cold fear for him that wedges between her shoulders, the concern that snakes up her spine, the worry that now pulls her lips downward in thought.

it's our dearest ally, it's our closest friend
it's our darkest blackout, it's our final end