Years. We worked as a trio for some time before Fereldan. It was a slow fall; neither of us truly understood what was happening. Sex is sex. Sentiment is- everything we had been told, everything we were said it was wrong. That it was unwise. Finding time to be away from Taliesin became difficult the longer we were together, he likely suspected something but we would sneak away. Not even to make love but to simply be. To talk. To hold one another.
[ Without the flirting or the groping or the kissing. It'd been baffling and strange and wonderful to him then- so young and so enthralled with the newness, the depth of this emotion. The fragility and secret of it. He closes his eyes and listens to the steady thrum of Alistair's heart. ]
She would have left with me if I'd asked- if I'd thought to ask. We would have been killed in short order but for a day, perhaps a week? We might have been free. [ a beat. ] She would have liked you. Not even to bed you but- to tease you. Be friendly. I do not know what makes me say that but- she would have.
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Date: 2015-12-25 09:30 pm (UTC)[ Without the flirting or the groping or the kissing. It'd been baffling and strange and wonderful to him then- so young and so enthralled with the newness, the depth of this emotion. The fragility and secret of it. He closes his eyes and listens to the steady thrum of Alistair's heart. ]
She would have left with me if I'd asked- if I'd thought to ask. We would have been killed in short order but for a day, perhaps a week? We might have been free. [ a beat. ] She would have liked you. Not even to bed you but- to tease you. Be friendly. I do not know what makes me say that but- she would have.