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[Kestrel]

At the same time, if Abelas never comes back, I'll have far more freedom with his character. I'd be so afraid that they would take him in a direction I couldn't see, because I've become so invested with how the character appears specifically to me. 

[BoscoBread]

When I listened to PW's interview he said if Abelas was popular then we may see him again. So there is hope. I'd love him to be a LI in DA4. As far as him dying, I've never seen the scene nor do I want to. But surely an elf like him has the potential to heal himself. Probably wishful thinking on my part but I don't want to give up on him.

Link me this thing!!!! Where did he say this!!!??!?!?! That's so exciting.  Yeah, I think they could easily retcon a stabbing death. I know a few people beheaded Leliana.

[Kestrel]

Well, time to write 500 more fics to make him even more popular. 

[Swevenfox]

That's so cute. I have no art skills whatsoever, so I've actually been thinking of commissioning a picture of Abelas/Shrike, if I can pick up some freelance to pad my wallet a bit. 

 

If you ever do commission someone please show us the image you will get - would love to see *art freak* :>

[Kestrel]

If you ever do commission someone please show us the image you will get - would love to see *art freak* :>

 

Of course! It's just not super in the cards right now financially haha. I just look at other people's art for inspiration and sort of photoshop my own Lavellan's face in there in my mind. 

[Sable Rhapsody]

Though in this game they really didn't seem to mind retconning some serious ****; Leliana's potential death, Cullen's massively problematic back story(which they totally whitewash), the way the Dalish view mages(tossing them out on their butts).  Sooooo - you never know.  

 

To be entirely fair to Cullen, I think his writer did the best she could with his backstory.  I know if someone handed *me* a character like that and said, "Go, make this guy a viable love interest," I'd basically just bang my head against the keyboard until the brains leaked out of my ears.  And I think with DA:I, they're trying to set up the NPCs so they don't write themselves into a corner as often as they have in the past.

 

 

Let me also add that as I recall it was a very limited comment. Like the interviewer asked and that was all that was said. It wasn't elaborated on. But you know he said the same thing of Calpernia but with more gusto.

 

With Calpernia he was talking about how much the writers loved her, not the fans.  Unless we're thinking of two different interviews; I heard it in the Nerd Appropriate podcast one.  Personally, I want both characters back.  DA:I generally lacked for interesting minor NPCs (most of the little sidequest NPCs were very meh), so I really latched onto a few memorable ones.

[Nilan the Fennec]

I just wrote the first part of the Lavellan/Abelas fanfic ._. ...

I... I'm scared ^^



 

[Sable Rhapsody]

I just wrote the first part of the Lavellan/Abelas fanfic ._. ...

I... I'm scared ^^

 

No such thing as too much Abellan 

[Kestrel]

There's seriously never enough Abellan. I already have my next thing planned out, though I do tend to take a lot more time and put far more planning into when I write about Abelas than when I write about Solas. Sorry Solas.

[Sable Rhapsody]

There's seriously never enough Abellan. I already have my next thing planned out, though I do tend to take a lot more time and put far more planning into when I write about Abelas than when I write about Solas. Sorry Solas.

 

Solas already gets almost all the Lavellan love.  Stupid egg has nothing to complain about 

[Nilan the Fennec]

So ..

I think you ..

Well just look over it

The guys at tumblr seem to like it.

 

I'll just post it here, okay?

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Lavellan/Abelas; past Lavellan/Solas; Angst; Sadness; mentioned Bromance/Dorian;

my first fanfic in english - pls don’t shout at me; post DAI; Violence; Feels;

Too much Dai-OST; spelling mistakes were added to make the reader laugh;

german writes in english - always weird spelling.


Characters: Aurian Lavellan, Abelas, mentioned Dorian, mentioned Solas: another elf-npc


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The day Aurian Lavellan had seen no point in keeping the mask of confidence had been as hollow

as the one when Solas had left her in that den. All colors had disappeared and she had tried to cling to the little things

she had left to fight and care for. When she had spoken to him after that hurtful night, she had told him,

she would not give up on him so easily. 

 

When I said I would take any risk, I meant it!

 

The words of a younger and a much more naive woman.That’s how the members of the inquisition

had come to know her. Always the strong, always the one who cared most and didn’t falter.

But this woman was a thing of the past.

Aurian had changed. Slowly, like a shrinking lake which lay in a far too hot summer without rain.

 

Her friends had noticed too late that this was more than just a broken heart. All the things she had gone through

had strengthen her first, but now seemed more like a burden resting heavy on her shoulders.

 

One year after Corypheus had been defeated; Dorian had learned through Cole how she really fared with all

that had happened. It was him who had approached her with a harsh tone in his voice, more scolding out of

concern than anger. Aurian still could hear his eloquent voice, which had always a

reassuring effect on the former dalish. Former.

 

Ar lasa mala revas.

Words spoken by a soft voice, yet it had burned her inside for many weeks. 

She recalled them. Repeated them by only moving her lips and the pain, still there, yet filled her slow

heart with a numb feeling,like overwrought skin. She touched her cheek only in her mind, for her limbs had

become too heavy these days.The day she had put down the mask she had carried for too long,

Dorian had been the first to know.

 

Sweet, sweet Dorian.

Of all, the tevinter mage had become her closest friend. It was him who had held her on the balustrade,

when she had her first breakdown. It was him who had listened to her, when she had heard, her clan had been slain.

That day he had been the first to understand, that Aurian –the joking fox- was slowly fading inside. The look on his face.

 

It was more than just a broken heart. She had lost who she was.

Things had lost their importance.

She had stopped caring. 

 

No leader should’ve felt this way about his subjects, that’s why she had left the inquisition about 5 years ago.

Dorian had been itching to stay at her side! To make sure she would not give in to despair and suicide.

Even though she had told him she had no interest in dying without drawing an answer out of the

man who had swallowed a part of herself.

 

This had been and was a task she had to face alone; she had told him back then. She needed

to find him and it was all she could think about.

 

At first she had tried to call out to him in her dreams, but most of the approaches were

drawn by her own desires.The demons had been shaping many different visions for her.

Versions that tore her open and burned the rest of what was left of her.

She had seen sweet things of what might have been. Stupid, silly things and she had woken

deep in the night because the aching had been too much to bear.

 

There could’ve been a new life. For both of them.

 

Soon she had grown weary of calling out to him, even though something deep inside

her had pushed her forward, not to give up. Her last bit of hope had guided her to

places she recalled were the ones he liked. 

 

It’s quiet here. I like it. He had said, when they had entered the swamp in the Exalted Plains.

She still could recall the calm look on his face,

the slight smile on his lips.But her memories were all she had found that day. The traces he had left were cold.

 

So she kept on walking. While the world had been wondering where their hero had been gone to so sudden,

she kept on seeking the truth for herself unseen and isolated from the eyes of the inquisition.

Back to the life she once loved so much, she saw no point in showing herself to the world again.

 

She had been the hero! The herald of Andraste.

She had been the one who could close the rifts in the sky.

 

All, but my own. She thought with a bitter taste on her tongue and went on through the deep forest.

The tall trees were once shelter and comfort for her, but now they seemed grey and made of stone. 

Life had become dull and weary. She looked up to the branches and inhaled the cold air of the forest.

 

It cooled her glimmering anguish. Wolves were howling in the distance and a

part of her loved to answer their calls. She had wandered in so many places she had lost her way.

She didn’t even care anymore where she was.

 

Old ruins, caves, shrines of Fen’Harel.

 

And oh, she had known.
After many words, fight-discussions and moments where Solas had let out a slight hint of truth,

she had gotten the feeling of who he might’ve been.

 

She had known!

But she never had said anything, because she had thought he’d tell her himself one day.

She had trusted him that much.

She had thought, she just had to help and care and make people love her,

to walk on the save side of life.

 

She had been so blind of love until the Well of Sorrows had shown her who he really

was and what he had done.

 

Aurian paused her lax walk and gasped, leaning to the bark of an old tree.
She was tired, but she didn’t dare to lie down and sleep.
There was no rest in her sleep, only pain and luring lies. In fact she had not slept in days.

Soon, she knew, her mind would play her tricks again. She’d see things that were

not real, for she was one foot in the fade and one in the waking world. It was only a matter of time,

until she finally would lose her mind and step into a danger she could not face in this

condition. If it would happen, then it should happen fast. She couldn’t care less …

 

And yet one little spark kept on singing of hope.

 

What if he was waiting for her?
What if Lelliana had been wrong about him?
What if?

 

She had to find him!
And then she smelled the biting smell of smoke in the air. She raised her gaze again and listened to the

wind if it would carry noises untypical in a forest to her ears. It did. Still she hesitated, her desperation holding her

limbs and making her too heavy to move.

 

 

Go on.

 

The wells voices whispered to her in the corner of her inner self and she began to move toward the noises.

The elven huntress knew how to move fast and quiet, unseen in the darkness of the night.

She drew her bow and held three arrows between her fingers*.

 

An old archers technique to be able to fight even in closed combat. Aurian had mastered it in the

years of war and the time past it. Solas had been impressed back then.

He had known the technique and thought it had died out, lost to time.

 

Soon the noises echoed between the trees and evolved into male voices.
Laughter and words, spoken in a harsh tongue she could not understand but knew their sound.

Hidden between huge rocks, near a brook was their camp. Aurian cowered above to scout around the stone,

holding her weapon ready to attack if needed.

 

Her sharp eyes revealed to her a group of Venatory, sitting around the campfire, drinking and eating.

Another daring look and she could see they had company. In this moment the wind turned and blew

a smell of burned flesh and blood towards her. They recently have had fun with their slaves,

she thought. Still she didn’t care … This wasn’t her task anymore. Not her concern.

 

The elven woman was about to turn around and leave the camp behind, but then one of the men

by the fire stood,holding a fiery iron bar in his hand and walked toward a figure tucked in the shadows.

 

A hissing noise of melting flesh followed by a loud, anguished scream and elven curses.

She drew in a sharp breath, as her heart skipped and jolted.
She knew that voice! She had heard it before, years ago.
Yet she remembered it as if it had been yesterday!  Could it be?

 

 

She clung her arrows between her fingers tighter as the Venatory drew back, only to burn

his victim again. The crying voice died with the sizzling sound and the next thing one could hear

was a whistle in the air and the dull sound of a collapsing body.

 

Alarmed, the other Venatory stood too, as they watched their companion drop dead on the ground,

the glowing iron bar still in his fist. They hurled around, looking for the attacker with drawn weapons.

 

That’s when Aurian showed nothing more of her than a dark cloak, jumping out of the shadows,

while firing another arrow. It tore the throat of another shemlen wide open, spilling blood on the forest ground.

She could hear the sound of other voices, whining and frightened. Were there other slaves she didn’t see yet?

She didn’t care.

 

The last standing Venatory held his sword high and shouted, hoping to intimidate his

unrevealed and sudden attacker. It failed. 

Aurian didn’t play, she didn’t falter and she didn’t show mercy as she rushed toward the overwhelmed man,

to ram her last arrow from the bottom of his nose up to his skull.

 

He froze, shivered, didn’t move.
No sound escaped his throat as she viciously pulled her arrow down again and out of his skull. 

His arm relaxed, his weapon dropped to the ground.

The man still stood a few moments until his body lost it’s control, he had died while standing.

 

She turned away, her heart pounding like the hooves of a galloping hart and looked for the poor,

old soul she feared to have heard.

 

A noise of a gasping shock drew from her, as she rushed forward to the ground left to the campfire. 

Nearly completely naked, tied up in leather strings around arms and legs and covered in his own blood

and fresh, deep and still stinking burnings, the ancient being laid still in the grass, unconscious.

 

How dare they?!

 

The strange feeling of rage crawled over her aching heart, as she placed a hand on Abelas forehead.

He was burning. In this light she couldn’t yet say how long he had been in this condition,

or how deep his wounds were but they looked infected. How did those scumbags even manage to catch him? 

She cut him loose and a small, huffed moan escaped from his throat, as she placed his limbs more pleasant

next to his flayed body. She felt his pulse, it was slowing down.

He was fading and soon he’d be part of Mythal. 

 

But then, an idea crossed her mind.
He was like him. He knew him.
He could know where Solas might be or how she could find him! He could tell her,

what the whispers of the well refused to tell her!

 

Creators forgive her, but this was the biggest reason, why she would even try to nurse him back to health.

“A dalish?” she heard a shivering and coarse voice from behind.
She turned her gaze over her shoulder, her dagger still in her hands to defend herself.

The word tore on a memory she had 3 years ago.

 

She had met another clan and was about to greet them, share stories like in old times before

she was send to the conclave. But she had forgotten Solas had set her free.

She had been chased away, called flatear.

 

She didn’t stand and looked over the small figure which came toward her.
“Stop.”, the sound of her own voice made her uneasy. 

She hadn’t spoken to someone in quite a time.

 

Before her stood an elven girl with wild, dark hair and silver eyes and she was

standing still on the spot, after Aurians warning. Shivering. Scared. 

 

“A-are you dalish?” she asked again.

Aurian didn’t answer and turned around again, she hadn’t the time. She had to act

or Abelas would die. She shoved her hand in one on her bum bags to uncork a flask of

Royal Elfroot serum and lifted the head of the ancient elf to carefully run the liquid down his throat. 

 

For a while she feared her efforts were too late, but as soon as she gave him the potion

his swallowing reflexes started. He coughed as the bitter taste ran down his gullet and he slightly moved.

Aurian bent over him as his eyes began to flicker for a short time. 

 

He looked up to her, or she thought he did, their eyes met, but he drifted away again shortly after. 

The fear he might slip out of her hands let her heart go and she sighed relieved.

He wasn’t going to die for now, but if she didn’t care for his wounds, he surely would.

[BoscoBread]

There's seriously never enough Abellan. I already have my next thing planned out, though I do tend to take a lot more time and put far more planning into when I write about Abelas than when I write about Solas. Sorry Solas.

Never enough.  Here's my thing about Solas stuff - I think the writing suffers a bit(not in technique just story)- because people feel compelled to be bound by canon so you're just retelling the game.  OR when they stray from it, it's jarring.   With small NPCs, there is so much more fun a writer can have and it shows.  The best stuff I've seen in the fandom has been Abelas/Samson/non-canon pairing Solas.  It's usually better in technique and the story tends to be more interesting.  Not that there hasn't been cute/well-done slice of life stuff of Solas but for long-form things...meh.  What I'm saying is...I think Abelas is sexy and I want more of him. 

[Kestrel]

Never enough.  Here's my thing about Solas stuff - I think the writing suffers a bit(not in technique just story)- because people feel compelled to be bound by canon so you're just retelling the game.  OR when they stray from it, it's jarring.   With small NPCs, there is so much more fun a writer can have and it shows.  The best stuff I've seen in the fandom has been Abelas/Samson/non-canon pairing Solas.  It's usually better in technique and the story tends to be more interesting.  Not that there hasn't been cute/well-done slice of life stuff of Solas but for long-form things...meh.  What I'm saying is...I think Abelas is sexy and I want more of him. 

 

I might actually run down the smut territory with this one. Which would be a first for me. I just have to see how it pans out and how long it ends up being. 

[Abelas Forever!]

Then I shall try it

 

Maybe it wont be that bad after all ^^°

Thank you for the encouragement!


... *sigh*

Still.. do you guys think we've got any change of having Abelas as an LI someday? u_u°

You are welcome

 

I believe that there are changes of getting Abelas as an LI in next DA game. It's really difficult to say how good the changes are but I believe it's possible even though he can die but then again Leliana could die too and she is still in Inquisition despite of it. You could kill Flemeth but Hawke will revive her if she died in DAO. Abelas is also immortal. Do we even know how to kill that kind of an elf? Is it enough that you just stab him? I believe that his death can be explained if they want him to be in next DA game.

 

Merrill had also a small role in DAO and she became a companion and LI in DA2. Cullen had a small role in DAO and DA2 and he became LI in DAI. I believe that he also had a lot of fans which helped in that.

 

I believe that it's possible that elves have a big role in next DA so it makes sense Abelas would be there as well. But I think that it depends quite a lot do they want to bring him back and can they do it. I believe that if he comes very popular then his changes are higher. Anyway I keep hoping until somebody confirms that it's not possible for him to be LI.

[Sable Rhapsody]

Here's my thing about Solas stuff - I think the writing suffers a bit(not in technique just story)- because people feel compelled to be bound by canon so you're just retelling the game.  OR when they stray from it, it's jarring.   With small NPCs, there is so much more fun a writer can have and it shows.  The best stuff I've seen in the fandom has been Abelas/Samson/non-canon pairing Solas.  It's usually better in technique and the story tends to be more interesting.  Not that there hasn't been cute/well-done slice of life stuff of Solas but for long-form things...meh.  What I'm saying is...I think Abelas is sexy and I want more of him. 

 

That kind of stuff is most of why I write the major canon characters.  I like filling in the gaps, and every BioWare game, no matter how much content the LIs get, always has gaps that make for great fanfiction.  Though I'm still perfectly happy reading long-form AUs because they're clearly not meant to conform to canon.

[Sable Rhapsody]

I'm sorry that I can't find the source of where I heard it. I spent several hours looking. Other than trying to tweet PW about it, I guess we will never know until the next release. I distinctly remember the person being interviewed getingt slightly annoyed when asked if Abelas would make a return because it was thrown in there out of the blue. Oh well... I came here to support the character and I think I've done that as best I can. But I'm getting the undertones so good luck! Here is hoping for more Abelas!

 

Sorry, wasn't trying to be picky.  I was just curious since I've basically been Internet-stalking Patrick Weekes' interviews and twitter since finishing DA:I, and I couldn't remember him saying anything about Abelas specifically.

[Nilan the Fennec]

Nilan the Fennec

 

 

 

Please continue! I will read

 

second part incoming...

Some fluff ahead.

I just hope the grammar is alright u_u°

[BoscoBread]

Just ignore me. I'm grumpy from searching through hours of twitter and listening to that interview twice, plus sick child at home today. Just ignore my grumpy ass

No worries! Don't kill yourself looking for it, I was just like 'WAAT they actually mention him???'.  I know they did say, if you want to see more of a character - support them.  Hope you have a better day

[Sable Rhapsody]

Wrapping up the banter spam with some Abelas and Leliana.  I hope you guys have enjoyed these; I've certainly had a blast writing them, and it's given me a new appreciation for all the characters 

 

Spoiler

Abelas: Your spies are more competent than I expected.  It took me a few days to notice them in the garden.

Leliana: My--oh.  I assume the Inquisitor has told you what I do here?

Abelas: Yes.

Leliana: No hard feelings, then.

Abelas: You did not summon a dreamer to manipulate my mind or attempt to compel the truth through blood magic.  I can hardly complain.

Leliana: What?  What in the Maker's name are you talking about?

Abelas: The nobles of Arlathan also had "nightingales" in their service.  Their claws were sharper than yours.

 

Leliana: Have the Orlesians given you any trouble, Abelas?

Abelas: They stare, as do the rest of the shemlen.

Leliana: You do stand out a bit in that shiny golden armor.

Abelas: Your commander's armor does not draw such looks.

Leliana: Hmm.  Cullen's armor is a bit less...form-fitting, shall we say?

 

Leliana: Do you still pray to her?  Mythal?

Abelas: Words alone are cold comfort when there is no one left to answer.

Leliana: I see.  Oddly practical for a man who guarded her holiest of temples for thousands of years.

Abelas: And do you still pray to your Maker?  After witnessing the destruction of your holiest of temples?

[if Leliana was steeled]

Leliana: Old habits die hard, though there is always a chance that someone is listening.

[if Leliana was softened]

Leliana: The Maker is not defined by any one place.  He is in everything, and He must hear His children.

 

And a bonus Abellan banter for softened Leliana:

 

Leliana: You're rather handsome when you smile.

Abelas: I beg your pardon?

Leliana: It suits you!  Much better than being grumpy all the time.  If only we could get you out of that armor and into some decent clothes.  Maybe a dark jacket of black and gold, or some tailored trousers to show off your legs.

Abelas: Whatever game you are playing--

Leliana: We'll need to work on your manners too.

Abelas: I have no interest in letting you toy with me, shem.

Leliana: (giggles) Inquisitor Lavellan is a friend, and I'm just trying to smooth things along.  So suspicious, tsk tsk.

[Nilan the Fennec]

Finally!

 

The next part ...

 

As always, mistakes where added to make you smile

 

Lone Fox

part 2

 

 Fluff, Nudity, body contact, angst, omg Abelas.
 

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Spoiler

It had taken some time for Aurian to carry Abelas away from the Venatory camp, but she had some help with that.

The elven girl named Hanva, she also had freed from the Venatory had decided –against her wishes- to stay at her side.

She hadn’t been a burden after all and knew how to assist Aurian with crafting a carrying.
Hanva had told her, they had ambushed her friend a week ago after a fight with a great bear.

Cowards. They even had sold his belongings. Pity.

Aurian had frowned when she thought about how he would’ve reacted to this.

His armor had been a part of him for so long.

They managed to find shelter under a ledge, where Aurian didn’t lose time with bedding Abelas on her cloak

and a blanket they found at the venatory camp, while Hanva lit a small campfire. There she began right away with

cleaning his wounds. They were deep, dirty and infected.

Hanva sat next to her, to hand her the items she would need next and made a concerned

look on her face, as she watched her mindful.

“Is … Is he going to die?” the young one asked in a whispered tone.
“No.” Aurian answered quietly and poured a mixture of hot water and Elfroot over his bruised flesh. He groaned in his

state, when the hot substance ran over and in his open gaps of his body to rinse it.
She couldn’t say if he was aware of what happened. He truly was in a bad condition.

“When they caught him … “, Hanva started to talk again. “He didn’t respond to anything the masters –“

Aurian glared at her with empty eyes.  
“Don’t call them that.”  She cut her short with a sharp tone in her voice.

Hanva winced and looked at her with big eyes. “Yes. Sorry!”

 

She didn’t mean to frighten the girl. Aurian understood that she must’ve been through a lot of **** too.

She looked at her again a little gentler.  

“Now, what were you saying?” she elder elf didn’t turn her gaze from Abelas body.

“He seemed different, somehow … “.The girl looked for the right words. “His markings look dalish?”
She pointed out to his dark vallaslin all over his body.

“He isn’t.” Aurian answered her careful question.

“Do you know him?”
“Yes.” She began to press fresh herbs in her hands and chewed them into a bitter paste.

The sharp aroma crawled up to her nose and her sinuses and left her eyes teary.

“Is he your- “
“No!” The answer was cutting like steel and she clenched her jaw, not looking into the girls face.
She didn’t even want to hear the full question. The pain tore at her again and the caught a glimpse of
the one who was once hers in her mind.

Hanva, clearly cowed by Aurians sudden response, now just sat there and watched her, while she put the healing

paste on his wounds and started to bandage him. As soon, as she tried to move his body a bit to guide the bandage

under his back, he quietly began to whine in his sleep. Every move must’ve been so painful.
He lifted his arms moaning, in manner to push that someone away who touched him and disturbed his sleep.

“Shh.”

Aurian took his hand in an easy way aside and wrapped the bandages as fast, careful and loosen enough as possible

around his stature, so he would have no problems with the pressure on his wounds. When she was finished,

she placed a cool hand on his burning face to calm him and she narrowed her eyes in a tired way.
She remembered the day they had met. His proud, eagle-like eyes, his harsh words.

You are not my people. He had said to her and she recalled the little sting in her guts.
He seemed so fragile now…

“You didn’t tell me your name. “ Hanva’s little voice lured her back into the now.
She moved away from him and looked at her.

“Aurian.”

Hanva’s mouth dropped open.

Of course she had heard of the famous Aurian Lavellan, the elf who fell out of the sky, to defeat the elder one.

After 5 years her name must’ve carried around thedas.
Some moments passed until Hanva found her voice again.

“You are-?!”
“Please …” Her voice only a whisper, she lifted a hand in a slight gesture to calm her down. She wouldn’t want to

hear any of it and she didn’t want her to ask questions about anything that had happened. Everything still reminded her of …

She shook her head and sighed.
She was so tired of all and the young elven girl seemed to understand. Her young and curious eyes just lay upon her feature,

as she began to wet a piece of tissue with water and dabbed Abelas sweaty and burning forehead.

“You should get some rest. “ She spoke. “Tomorrow we shall discuss what to do with you.”
It sounded more like a judgement than she intended, but Hanva didn’t complain.

Aurian couldn’t let her come along, even if she wanted her to. Where she would go, a young girl shouldn’t follow,

she said to herself and had already decided to send her on her way.
Maybe it had been a mistake to let the girl even have contact with her, but now she couldn’t change it anymore.

She run her fingers through her long, red hair and tugged it behind her pointed ear. Her eyes still lingered on Abelas

strained face and she thought about how she could convince him to help her look for Solas, once he was at full consciousness again.

She had saved his live, but would it be enough reason for him to even consider it?

The whispers of the well had clearly wanted her to find save, when they spoke the order to go on.

Even though she didn’t know why, Mythal had a plan for her and she knew she had to try anything to reach her goal.

Whatever the cost.

When Hanva woke the next day, the morning choir already had quiet down and Aurian was still sitting next to her patient.

She hadn’t slept and eyed him with an empty expression on her face, like she was in some kind of trance.

She made it a quick goodbye. While explaining it would be more dangerous in her company than alone, she handed

her out a Dagger of her own and enough

supplies so she wouldn’t starve in the wilds.
The girl pouted at her, she ignored it.

All she could add was advice to stay hidden in these parts and she trusted the girl to be smart enough to stay out of trouble.

She could survive it, Aurian was sure about it.

As soon as Hanva was gone she returned to her inner silence and settled next to Abelas again.
He had been uneasy the last hours until the night stretched its cloak around thedas, fighting with his aching body and feverish dreams.

She wondered what kind of demons must haunt him by now, for he murmured elven words between quiet gasps and sounds of pain.

When she tried to change the bandages to examine his wounds, she realized his body temperature was turning cold.
Too cold.

He started to shiver under the frigid wind of the night and despite the blankets and the fur he rested on,

his body seemed to fail making its own warmth. Aurian cursed in elven tongue. What could she do?

Desperate she tried to think of anything what might save him and called out to the voices they both were bound to.

Warm him.

The whispers only an echo in her mind and she felt her heart sunk heavy under the thought.
If she didn’t do anything to keep him warm overnight, he’d freeze to death.
Aurian drew in a sharp breath and exhaled in a long sigh, before she started to get rid of the
leather armor and undressed herself until she sat there in only her smalls.

The last time she had been that close to another body she had been with Solas.

Only he had known the feeling of her body next to his skin and regret grew like an icy film in her mind.

Ir abelas, ma vhenan.

Quickly she crawled under the blankets and ignored the fear of falling asleep, when she would lie down and relax.

His skin as cold as ice, he winced under the sudden contact and she carefully placed her arm on his chest avoiding to touch his wounds. 

She could feel his shivers, his trembling limbs, his slow heartbeat.

He huffed as her warmth slowly spread under the blankets and she could see his frown fading.
She felt uneasy at his side and a sudden tilt of his head toward her face made her heart skip a moment in shame and excitement.

He was attractive after all, she had to admit.

He was drawn to the warm source her own body was giving to him and he made attends to move closer to her,

though his body was still too weak. Were it not for his wounds he would’ve turned to her most likely.

The image flickered up in her mind and she shoved it aside as soon as it appeared.

Still, even if she had objections, she let slip her leg over his and if it weren’t hard enough for her, he let out a relaxed sigh.

Aurian felt her flushed cheeks and pumping heart and she tried not to move again.

This was only to warm his body, until he was able to do it on his own.

The smell of the herbs, his sweat and the slight huffs of breath on her skin, she tried not to drift away, though it was somehow relaxing.

Now she remembered how much she was missing her friends, who had been always so happy with her hugging them.

She missed all of them. She didn’t realize the small smile on her lips as rested her head on Abelas shoulder.

Aurian could feel the fade calling out to her, but she dared not to give in. She’d dream of him and rather stayed in the land

of the living and tried to keep her mind buisy to fight the urge to sleep.
She lifted her gaze toward his face again to examine his profile. His face was more edged than Solas’, but still had the featured

of an ancient elf.  Back then at the temple of Mythal she had only seen his long nose and round chin.

Her gaze traced the vallaslin on his cheekbones to his fine, thin ears.

Piercings adorned his lope up to his shell and she was relieved the venatory hadn’t ripped them apart.
Abelas had an undercut with long, white and braided hair.

 

A little smirk sneaked over her lips, as she played with the thought to touch it, but as he inhaled rather rapidly she froze.
He parted his lips and a silent moan escaped him. She swallowed and lifted her head the moment his eyes flickered open.

She wanted to part from him, but then his golden eyes met the calm ocean of her own.

Time stood as their gazes met and locked.

She dared not to move an inch and they kept staring for a moment, until he closed his eyes again

falling asleep under steady breathing.

Did he just wake? Did he realize what happened?
For a moment she had the slight feeling to have seen the spark of awareness in his glance.
She thanked Mythal, her treatment seemed to help him after all. Good thing she had found Royal Elfroot some days ago.

When she was sure he actually had slipped into sleep, Aurian found her breath again which had been stuck in her lungs.

It took her a while until she could relax and rest her head next to his again.
She was exhausted. Her body was weary and her mind was screaming at her, begging for rest.
Maybe if she just closed her eyes for a moment…  

Just a little moment …