aimo_ahmed wrote...

"What will you tell them," asked she, "when I've gone?"
He considered this a moment, eyes lost in the way her legs draped off his bed, not meant to accomindate humans. His blanket, too, was dwarf-sized and could only conceal her middle, leaving the curve of her thighs open to his view.
"The truth," Varric answered, and when she gave a half-snort, he smiled. "You know,
probably."
She made a motion and Varric cast an arm around her. She buried herself within his embrace and grew still--with luck, they would settle into one another's bones and fossilize.
"I'll give you a romance," Varric said quite suddenly. "A real heart-wrencher is exactly what the story needs. Maybe the elf. Or the mage."
She laughed. "Not Isabela?"
"Now
there's a thought."
Unprompted, he gave her a preview, a taste of the story her own deeds had written. She listened with her eyes half-closed and tried to be happy, but everything was bittersweet. Perhaps the sun would never set. Perhaps she would shrink, too small and unimport for the world to rely on.
"Come with me," she said, cutting clean across his narrative. She did not look at him, her face pressed between his shoulder and collarbone. Varric did not reply, and his chest stopped rising and falling.
He drew her gaze with one hand, fingers cupped around her chin.
"It was just a dream," he said softly.
She opened her mouth as though to speak, but did not know what to say. The truth of it burned behind her eyes.
When she spoke at last, it was wry. A grin crossed her face.
"And what would a dwarf know of dreaming, deep asleep in the stone?"
His grip on her tightened, but only briefly. "More than you'd guess, my dear. More than you'll ever know."