I put everything I had into something that didn't grow; dahmer

[leliana]

I know what it is but I'm hoping that all is well
no harvest of green but it's still my heart to sell

She had never been truly praised for her gift before.

More often than not, she did it without telling anyone where it was coming from. She liked to heal from afar, pressing the tendrils of her gift outward into the wild, rooting out the aches and the pains and then easing them from the shadows—watching as they looked out to find the source of the new ease in their body. And the times that she had healed up close and personal, it had been with Dovev who had never truly wasted time on flattery. She burned with the thought of him and glanced downward.

“That’s kind of you to say,” her voice was quiet, and although she too felt the distance between them, she didn’t move to bridge it. It was too bold, too much to ask of her, and she couldn’t find it in herself to do it. So instead she stood apart, teal wings still tucked in close to her side, the feathers of them soft. At his wink, she blushed. “I—I don’t know what to say.” She wasn’t sure anyone had ever done something truly nice for her. She had her sister who cared for her and Magnus who looked after her, but other than that?

She couldn’t think of a time where someone had truly wanted to just be kind.

“Thank you,” she breathed and took a small step toward him—not enough to completely eliminate the distance between them, but enough to lessen it. She thought she could perhaps feel the heat of him, feel the warmth. Curiosity lit her amber eyes and then stilled. “I have a feeling that you would have found plenty of smiles to brighten your day,” just a light touch of teasing, but enough to curl her mouth warmly.

I put everything I had into something that didn't grow
like going on a wild hunt, shooting arrows without a bow