#pelle: experiences slight kindness // pelle: is this Love?

[slasherscream]

Hi I don’t know if you write for Thomas Hewitt or Vincent Sinclair but if you do you could you please make some headcanons about them and the other slashers like if they got into a fight with their s/o and how it would go, what it would be about, and how they would make up with their s/o please? It’s totally fine if you don’t want to. But if you do then thank you so much!

fighting with the slashers 

A/N: i do write for vincent (on a related note i also write for bo and maybe lester i haven’t tried him out yet)!

vincent sinclair 

You didn’t stay put when Vincent told you to and you got hurt. 

You hadn’t planned to leave. Until the sun started to go down and no one came back to the house to check up on you the way they so often do when there are visitors in town.

You are Ambrose’s second best kept secret. Alive because Vincent took one look at you and couldn’t bare to hurt you. And though Bo gripes about you he couldn’t tell Vincent no. Not when Bo saw the way Vincent held you behind him, head lowered but shoulders set, ready to actually fight him on something for once in their lives. 

So you’re kept in the house when there are people around. Other than not being able to leave it’s your only real rule. Vincent wants you to have no part in the more grisly aspects of the town and Bo and Lester honor his wish.

But the town is dead silent and no one has come to check on you. Most times Lester even comes to stay with you like some sort of babysitter. It used to irritate you, despite your fondness for the youngest brother. Now without him there your hands shake, and your eyes wander, and your ears burn as if pumping extra blood there will make you hear better. But there’s nothing to be heard. No screams. No cries. No Bo shouting. No guns going off. 

So you leave the house, searching for one of them. Instead you’re found by a survivor and held hostage in front of the twins. 

You all stand still for a long while, the victim not knowing what to do and the boys unable to move due to the knife digging into your neck, already drawing blood. 

Lester had been the one to save you, sneaking up behind your captor and stabbing them. You ran to Vincent on shaking legs and he gathered you into his arms, moving to take you back home. You could hear the screams of the man who’d almost killed you ringing through the streets behind you and shivered.

Vincent had cleaned your cut in silence and somehow had managed to barely touch you. Before you could blink he’d shut himself into his workshop and you were left alone until Bo came home and chewed you out.

You kept yourself busy cleaning and then prepared for bed, knowing it would be awhile before Vincent would come and join you. The sleep didn’t come easy as you were still shaken up, but eventually it came. 

You woke in the middle of the night to an empty bed and realized that if you didn’t go to get him Vincent wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. 

You walk drowsily through Ambrose’s underbelly, the smoldering heat not doing you any favors, until you arrive at Vincent’s workshop where he’s hunched over his desk, unmoving. 

Not wanting to startle him you call his name quietly and you see his head tilt in acknowledgement but he doesn’t turn to look at you. 

Slowly you move until your front is resting against his back, even slower your arms encircle him and you kiss his shoulder, feeling guilty at the tension laying dormant in them. “I’m sorry, Vince. I was just worried about you so... so I left the house. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I won’t do it again.”

He turns and there’s a pause, and then he moves his hands, fluid but slow. They’re shaking despite how strong you know they are. He tells you how he can’t lose you. How he loves you. He asks you to promise him that next time you’ll listen and you do, and you mean it. 

It’s only then that he pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. You think he’s crying behind his mask but you just hold him back equally as tight and whisper I’m sorry against his steady pulse. 

pelle

He doesn’t like the company you keep. 

He has a plan. He has a plan to take you away from this strange, uncaring world that doesn’t deserve you. That doesn’t love you or care about you. If he sticks to the plan everything will be so easy. 

But sometimes Pelle loves you too much to bite his tongue. 

He can see it clearly, your perfect future where he takes care of you, and his family takes care of you, and you let them do it, and you’re happier for it; but you don’t live in that perfect future, you live in the frigid, imperfect present.

Here you stay up late in the night to help a friend finish a term paper when last week they didn’t even call when you were sick. You gave a classmate your umbrella to borrow a month ago, and today you come back shaking from the rain because they never bothered to return it.

A thousand little kindnesses that the world outside the Hårga spit on. 

He knows that all these moments of careless apathy towards you will only strengthen the draw you’ll feel when you finally meet his family.

You have the heart of a Hårga and he knows that you’ll feel that connection.

Still, the way the outside world, the way your friends and family slight you at every turn, makes his blood run hot. He’s never felt anger like this before. It is all consuming and yet he must stomach it alone.

And so his tongue is careless sometimes. He asks in tones that he shouldn’t use with you “you’re going out with them again?” and “but didn’t they-?” and still he is angry. The words do not ease the feelings because they do not fix the problem. 

Pelle must lead you into the arms of his family and their way of life. He cannot push you. But he doesn’t know how not to take care of you. 

He wants to beat away the leeches and moths that cling to your light and whisk you away to home where the sun will warm you with its love.

Your fights are gentle, and so you might never refer to them as fights when people ask you if you ever argue with Pelle. 

There is no yelling, or balled fists, or the animal sensation of fight or flight. He leads you to sit down with him and holds your face in his hands. Unthinkingly you mimic the gesture and he smiles at you lovingly. One kiss and he tells you that he doesn’t like your friends. Another and he says that you deserve better, deserve the world. 

You try to get a word in edgewise, to deny the claims he makes, to tell him that they really do care about you, but the words are smothered by his soft lips. He kisses you until your brain goes somewhere loved and numb. He slips your coat off of your shoulders and pulls you close. He keeps you there until you forget that you had anywhere to be besides his arms. 

You and Pelle don’t fight. 

chucky and tiffany 

Tiffany is used to Chucky being a piece of shit. You are not.

Upside to fighting with Chucky is that Tiffany is immediately on your side, even if you’re in the wrong (I’m joking it’s always Chucky’s fault.)

Downside is that the whole house is now up in fucking chaos. 

chucky: tiff where are my fucking keys?

tiffany: in hell! why don’t you go and grab them?

You appreciate her fighting spirit but she’s really going in on y’all’s man. 

Which is not to say that Chucky doesn’t deserve it. Because he does deserve it, but you know from personal experience that being on Tiffany’s bad side is scary.

Why are you and Chucky fighting? Chucky is an insensitive asshole, and even the toughest skin isn’t bullet proof. 

The aftermath of whatever Chucky did is a lot of sullen silence from you; the sounds of a knife chopping a little too loudly in the kitchen from Tiff; and loud bits of huffing and puffing from Chucky as he stomps around the house. 

At first he thinks he can just wait out your anger until you start missing him. It used to work with Tiffany all the time!

But this relationship involves three people. You’re not so quick to get desperately lonely, especially if Tiffany isn’t the partner you’re fighting with. Do you miss Chucky? Sure. Do you miss him enough to let him be an asshole just to get some cuddle time in on the couch? As if! Tiffany is the better cuddler anyway. 

The man child is going to have to say sorry and mean it. 

Of course this means that your relationship is going be sans-Chucky for at least a week.

Tiffany reaches the breaking point before Chucky does. Obviously more in-tune with your feelings she can tell how much the fight is getting to you and no one messes with her sweetheart! Not even Chucky.

You’re going to hear her delicately clearing her throat, look up from your phone, and find Tiffany holding Chucky at fucking knife point. 

tiffany: do you have anything to say, chucky?

chucky, trying to decide if he’ll let tiffany kill him just to prove a point: ....

tiffany: i’ll start with your dick-

chucky: i’m sorry! are you fucking hAPPY?!

You’re gonna be like no!!! I do not accept the apology you gave me under extreme duress! At which point you turn over in bed and pull the covers over your head.

You’ll hear rapid-fire whispering and then the bed dips behind you. A knee presses into your back, and kisses are pressed carelessly to where your head should be beneath the covers. Then, finally, the quietest “I didn’t mean it, doll.” as he pulls the blanket back in order to look at your face. 

You’re stopped dead by the softness on his face. By the softness he let’s you see, even if it’s only for a moment. It might not be the words I’m sorry but it sounds like them. It sounds like an I miss you, as well.

When you drop your phone and throw your arms around his neck, touching him for the first time in a week, Chucky sighs in relief. 

Not ten seconds passes before Tiffany has thrown herself over the both of you, suffocating you in her loving embrace. Just like that, balance is restored in the Lee Ray-Valentine household. For now. 

#vincent sinclair x reader #chucky x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #pelle x reader #tiffany valentine x reader x chucky #slasher x reader #charles lee ray x reader #bride of chucky #house of wax #not my first thing for vincent being sad adjifjd #the juxtaposition between vincent's part of this post and the poly tiff and chucky part?? #fill.

[choccos-database]

Browsing TV Tropes for tropes that line up with Project: Proclo (still a WIP)

!!!DEFINITELY HAS UNCENSORED SPOILERS!!!

Aerith and Bob: April and Ida compared to about every other main character. April’s name is even Earth-specific, considering it’s one of the months of the Earthean year. Then, we have all the rest of the characters: Skatra, Sarlife, Eyn, and Pillia, for examle.

Ambiguous Gender: Doc’s gender has never been specified. In most cases, they’ve been referred to as “he” and “they”. Similarly, Vee and Odell also aren’t male or female, either. (By the way, I hope I’m doing this right. If I’m not, please lemme know!)

Badass Bookworm: April leans more towards being more of the brains than brawn, but that doesn’t stop her from her physical ability.

Badass Longcoat: Eyn and Mr Skatra are hardly seen without one. Doc also manages to pull this off, even with a simple doctor’s coat.

Bastard Bastard: Mr Skatra’s a bit of a douche. It also just so happens that his parents were never married, either.

Big, Thin, Short Trio: Matro, April, and Pillia, and in that order. Wyra, Doc, and Ida fit here, as well.

Boomerang Bigot: Doc believes that robotic life is inferior to organic life, despite being an android themselves, and continuously building devices and modifications to help robots experience what organic life experiences.

Catchphrase: Farqua’s “[any object, but most often] screws in my ports”

Cute Bruiser: April’s small, but can really kick robot butt! Wyra can fit here, too. She’s definitely not intimidating to look at, but you don’t wanna mess with her.

Dark Action Girl: Eyn’s on what you’d consider the bad side. And she’s a girl that’s all about action and beating stuff up.

Dead All Along: April pretty much died before she was a cyborg.

Deadly Doctor: Doc doesn’t fight often, but when they do, you oughta be careful. They may know things you don’t.

Deadpan Snarker: Doc is especially prone to sarcasm.

Dr. Jerk: Doc’s pretty rude to pretty much everyone that isn’t Wyra. They also have a soft spot for kids, so they’re not rude to them, either (except April)

Dude Looks Like a Lady: Farqua’s got a very traditionally feminine look. His long lashes, rosy cheeks, and his bit of a curvaceous figure makes him fall under this trope.

Eaten Alive: [SPOILERS] Happens after Pillia gets injected with eggs from these short-lived yet fast-growing creatures that eat her from the inside out. For better or for worse, she survives this, even after a great deal of damage.

Embarrassing Nickname: Doc gets nicknamed “Bilby-doc” by April. They absolutely hate it.

Even Evil Has Loved Ones: Mr Skatra is a loving father to Eyn. [SPOILERS] And though what Doc’s doing may sound really heartless, they’re doing it because of a huge dilemma they had to make. They care very deeply for everyone in the building, especially the other doctor bots and creatures that work with them that they consider as family.

Family-Unfriendly Violence: Thankfully, a majority of the characters, especially involved in fighting, are machine, or at least part machine, otherwise, the comic would’ve been strictly for mature audiences. Not to mention, Farqua’s dismemberment especially wouldn’t have been able to work out.

Fantastic Drug: The effect chips that robots take.

Fantastic Racism: Farqua is very vocal about his hatered towards specifically humans, and goes as far as to telling April that she’s “pretty cool for a human.”

Four-Man Band: The four “rooftop robots” in the main cast: Doc’s the “Smart Guy,” (clearly), Matro’s the “Butt-Monkey,” Wyra’s the “Casanova-Wannabe,” and weirdly enough, Farqua’s the “Only Sane Man” of the bunch. I guess, his whole “ARE YA ACTUALLY STUPID?!” type of lines gets him this place.

Future Slang: Of course, it exists in year X766, light-years away from planet Earth.

Hair-Trigger Temper: Even the slightest things get Farqua totally ticked off.

Heel-Face Turn: [SPOILERS] Despite being an enemy in the first part, Farqua sides with April and co, after some sort of rehabilitation. Doc & Wyra would count here, but the difference between them and Farqua is Doc & Wyra were fighting for the same cause as April the entire time.

Idiot Hair: Check out Mr Skatra’s “stupid hair antennae.”

Intergenerational Friendship: Matro’s considered both a father-figure and a close friend to Pillia.

Interspecies Romance: Near the beginning of the story, Eyn, an android, hints to have a slight crush on Pillia, an alien.

Jerk with a Heart of Gold: Each Mr Skatra, Eyn, Farqua, and Doc. Skatra’s a loving dad and extremely family-oriented and Eyn will do anything to make a friend. Doc’s clearly still got a lot of care and consideration in them, while still being rude from time to time. And once you get to know Farqua better, it turns out he’s a real sweetheart.

Lady Looks Like a Dude: Eyn’s very tomboyish and she’s aware she comes across looking and acting more typically masculine. This is supposedly because she likes to dress up as her favourite character who is a typically masculine guy.

Pardon My Klingon: "Gozzuck,” “splubber,” “schtutt,” “xuelk,” and “chtidrat.” They’re all completely fictional.

Plucky Girl: Pillia, in most cases. For example, she’s literally tried defending herself from aggressive robots with a small shank. Wyra can fit here, too.

Punny Name: Some characters, more clear than others. April Dejonas' a protagonist. Matro Sivastes does metro services. Farqua Pells is kind of ironic (fuck apples). Now here are the reverses: Abarran Skatra - you’ll get something close to “scatterbrain.” Pillia Katru’s design inspiration’s from a caterpillar of some sort. Dr Sarlife Aufel’s pun is a bit more vague: “apples are life.” 

Really 700 Years Old: A lot of the service robots that live in the building are obsolete models that have existed for 30 and longer. Some of them are well over 100, but are still depicted as to being in their, say, 30s.

Real Men Wear Pink: Farqua’s kept to his more traditionally feminine appearance ever since, even with his macho attitude and his tough-guy voice.

Red Is Heroic: April's the protagonist and she wears a lot of red.

Ridiculously Human Robot: All the androids that live in the home building behave in a way that are scarily human-like. Ida even looks as if she actually IS a human.

Robot Hair: Matro, Doc, Ida, and Wyra are all examples of this.

“Second Law” My Ass! When Matro tells Farqua to override his system to speak the truth over his pre-programmed responses given to him by Mr Skatra.

Sir Swears-a-Lot: Farqua and Doc tend to swear a lot more frequently compared to the rest. This also includes the robot-specific profanity.

Super Strength: Farqua’s claimed to be strong enough to lift up a tree (which is true!) April’s quite strong, herself. But that’s exclusive to just her robotic parts, though. Also considering his old job, Matro’s here too.

The Ditz: Matro’s overconfidence and smugness can cause him to fall under this trope.

The Driver: It’s Matro’s job.

The Engineer: Don’t get me started on this one.

The Quiet One: Avus hardly talks. Ever.

“The Reason You Suck” Speech: April to Mr Skatra. [SPOILERS] April tells him she never asked to die and ever intended ruin his life, and elaborates on that.

The Rival: Eyn is to April.

Token Evil Teammate: When Farqua’s found out to be working for Mr Skatra, April and co. decide to force him to tag along with them to give them directions. So, in a way, he’s a teammate.

Token Human: Out of everyone involved in the main story, Mr Skatra is the only one built 100% out of human flesh and blood. April may count as this, too, since she still considers herself pretty much human enough.

Vitriolic Best Buds: Matro and Doc. Their exchange of dialogue and shared dry humour may sound like they’re on the verge of a broken friendship, but to the both of them it’s just fun banter. Matro and Farqua’s got this, too, but this happens after they start to re-develop their friendship as you get further in the story. And also: Wyra to the three of them.

Weapons of Their Trade: A lot of the robots that get in April’s way are service robots that used to work jobs for people. For example, Farqua. His shovel’s probably his favourite.

Wide-Eyed Idealist: Farqua believes that robots will be considered people one day, but given the context in the world he lives in, it’s probably never going to happen.

#Project: April and friends #TV Tropes #Project: Clonerion #Project: Proclo

[pelle-lavellan-a]

No Offense Intended : Lavellan. X Cassandra One Shot

"I really hate shoes..."  Pelle thought as he shuffled his feet clothed in a pair of hide boots awkwardly though the snow.   The fabric wrapped around his pale feet felt disgusting against his skin. The hide was damp from the frozen slush of water beneath his feet and the sensation was beginning to share its chilly feelings with his toes. His feet would have been in better condition if he was had just gone barefoot! But no, Cassandra had insisted he wear shoes or he may catch a cold. Pelle did not really understand what this soggy fabric was really guarding him from but he would prefer to stay off Cassandra's bad side. After the seeker had practically held Pelle up by his ankles and forced the shoes on his feet he was a reluctant to cross her demands again.  However, this impulse to obey her was growing weaker with every step he took. The squirting of freezing water between his toes that made him cringe every time his foot pressed into the ground was overpowering his desire to remain on her good side. Who was he kidding? She was probably already annoyed with him...she always seemed like she was angry at him lately. Varric had told him that that was just her face but Pelle could not help but feel she did not like him very much. Such a shame really. Pelle quite enjoyed her company. He loved to watch her decapitate the dummies in the training grounds, loved hearing the stories she told about Nevarra or about the Divine even if they were often brief and sparse in detail.  The lack of detail intrigued him, made him want to know more. That kept him coming back to speak to her again and again. Still she would only disclose small details at a time. Pelle wondered when would he finally learn the end of the stories she only told small snippets of. However the last time they spoke, Cassandra only walked away in a huff. It was after he had complimented her. How was he supposed to know she did not like flattery? Sure she did not seem one to seek attention but Pelle had never met anyone who was annoyed by kind words. At the time he had only laughed at her but now he wasn't so sure. Cassandra had been crueler to the dummies than usual and whenever he so much as walked past her or even breathed in the seeker's general direction she gave a disgruntled groan. It'd been three days since he'd told her how admirable she was. By now he decided it was time to reach out to what he believed was a reliable source of information when it came to Cassandra. After all, Pelle did not see anyone else in the Frostbacks who seemed to know her any better than the dwarf forever squatting by a small fire just a small distance away from the chantry. "Varric?" Pelle called the dwarf from above the stone wall behind him. His voice was soft as he did not really possess the loud and commanding voice that many would expect from the Herald of Andraste. Varric turned when he heard his name being called by the familiar and gentle voice of the elf he'd met just a couple months ago. "What's up ki-" He paused as his right eyebrow raised in confusion. "What are you doing kid?" He inquired. His confusion had been caused by the sight of Pelle laying in a position that looked by all means awkward from below. He was laying at angle, not quite on his back or side. His left leg was shot into the air as Pelle was frantically fiddling with the boots on his feet. "Trying to....release...myself...from these cursed...things!" Pelle spoke between struggled grunts.  Varric began to smirk as he held back a chuckle. Watching Pelle struggle was quite entertaining from his point of view. Not only was it odd to see Pelle wearing shoes to begin with but it was even funnier seeing the way he interacted with them. He was like a cat who'd been placed into a pond and told that the water was going to do great things for his fur. "Want some help?" He asked Pelle lightly. Having freed just one foot from the clutches of soggy hide Pelle threw the boot away from his as if it were ablaze. "No thanks!" He chimed just before wiggling his free toes with a look of pure pleasure on his face. "I actually had a question for you Varric." "A question for me?" Varric inquired with a slight look of surprise on his face. Since when was he a subject of interest to anyone here in Haven other than Cassandra who quite frankly still wanted some answers about things concerning Kirkwall. "Yes!" Said Pelle while tossing the other boot in the same direction as the last and giving his newly freed foot a nice toe wiggling. He let out a satisfied sigh before he continued to speak. "It's about Cassandra. I think she's mad at me." "Didn't we already have this discussion kid?" Varric asked Pelle with a slight tilt of his square shaped head. Pelle bolted to his feet and swung his thin legs over the wall to slide down beside Varric. "We did but I don't think she just has a...what did you call it? A resting..?" "Resting bitch face?" Varric completed his sentence. Varric had learned of Pelle's lack of familiarity with terms such as that the first time they'd spoken after sealing the Rift at the Conclave. When they'd first spoken he learned quite a few things about Pelle simply from the way the young elf carried himself.  Pelle was Dalish that was obvious from the tattoos on his face but even more than that he was very young. Varric guessed he was no older than twenty if even that. Aside from this he'd learned that Pelle had a more reserved personality. His voice was quiet and calming and he often spoke little when asked for an opinion. Whether this behavior came from a lack of understanding of what was happening around him or a fear of looking strange in front of a bunch humans, Varric could sense a slight barrier between Pelle. Pelle was also very foreign to the world outside of his Clan. He was a mage so he was either the first of his Clan but more likely the second given he hardly seemed like he thought very much of himself. If Varric could take a guess at what Pelle's life was like before the Conclave he would guess that 80% of it was spent studying or learning to do whatever the hell it was he did with that staff. After all, Pelle hardly seemed like he had much experience in casual conversation. "Yes that! The bitch face thing!" Pelle repeated after the dwarf. His amber eyes slightly shifted to the left when he spoke the word Varric had used to describe Cassandra's face. He'd actually forgotten what it meant. Varric laughed loudly. "Yes that. Though let's keep that between you and me alright?" He remarked. He really didn't want Pelle repeating that to other people. It would most certainly come back to bite him if the naïve elf were to walk about describing Cassandra like that. "hm?" Pelle grunted with a perplexing gaze. 'Why?" He asked. Quickly Varric dodged the answer to that question. He wasn't going to be the one responsible for teaching such an innocent boy foul language. "Let's just leave it as our little secret alright kid? Now, what seems to be the problem?" "Oh." Was all Pelle had to say at first. Now he was sure this mysterious word was not a nice one. Despite this Pelle did not press Varric for an explanation. Instead he shrugged it off and moved onto the next topic. "Well um...the other day I was talking to Cassandra and somewhere in our chat I complimented her and um...." Pelle's cheeks flushed and he pressed his pale hands to his face like a panicked child. "She got really mad! I didn't know I swear I didn't but now she just keeps grunting at me and hitting her dummies really really hard whenever I stop and watch her...do you think she's pretending the dummy is me?!" Varric was already amused when Pelle started to panic more and more as he elaborated, but the dummy part, that was the end deal that got Varric laughing so hard his eyes started to tear up. "Did she really do that?" Varric asked. It of course sounded like something Cassandra would do but really? Why was she trying to scare this poor elf for trying to be nice to her? Pelle nodded at such a quick pace that the blonde waves on his head started to bounce with his movements. "You know her pretty well right?? Is she angry at me?!" Varric shook his head still trying to contain his laughter. "Nah. Don't worry, Cassandra just likes to look tough." The dwarf said once he had stopped snickering to himself. He wasn't entirely sure what it was but something about Pelle reminded him of Merrill just a little. Was it the oblivious innocence? The legitimate concern about someone being upset with him? Varric wasn't entirely sure himself.  "Tell you what, why not go and talk to her?" "Talk to her?!" Pelle's voice sounded just a tad shrill when he heard the suggestion. Was he actually afraid of the seeker? "Yeah of course." Said Varric before giving Pelle an encouraging thumbs up. "B-b-b-b-b-b-but." Pelle struggled for an excuse to give. He wasn't busy at all. His advisors were all working on their own thing, he'd already helped with requistions, given Minaeve things to research, he was actually out of tasks to do. At times like this he would just go kill time by asking Solas something about the fade or maybe searching the chantry for books on Andraste and other things he'd never been exposed to until now. Varric simply stood there waiting to see what this elf could possibly come up with for an alibi. He wasn't quite as resourceful or cunning as Solas it would seem.  Solas would have had at least four things he would rather be doing than resolve social misunderstandings by the time Varric had so much as even suggested he resolve them. Pelle's eyes starting shifting sporadically and his face heated up a bright pink as he fought for his life to come up with a believable lie. He had already given himself away of course by searching the area for something to do. "Kid, she's not that scary I promise. Just go talk to her." Varric suggested again. Finally Pelle gave up. He wasn't going to come up with an excuse like this. Varric was right anyway. Hiding from Cassandra was not going to change anything. He could only hope he didn't screw things up more and say something stupid to her.  "I-I suppose I could say hello..." Pelle murmured. "Now that's what I like to hear!" Varric again encouraged Pelle. "O-Okay.." Pelle started to twiddle his fingers. "I-I guess I'll be off then." He said as he took a few steps away from the dwarf and started to search for the boots he'd cast aside earlier. It did not take that long for him to give up on finding them however, wasn't like he was really attached to them in the slightest. "Good luck." Said Varric waving to Pelle as he wandered down the steps to find the grumpy Seeker. *** Cassandra was where she always was at this time. Hacking away at dummies that Pelle never really knew how she managed to replace. The young elf once again found himself staring at her cut them apart as if in a trance. How strong of arms she must have had in order to deal so much damage to the false bodies in front of her. She was so diligent, she had so much resolve even towards a pile of hay and sticks, she really was admirable whether she liked it or not. "Wait...I'm supposed to be talking to her.." Pelle remembered suddenly. Yet whenever he tried to take a step towards her he found that his legs would not move. It was like he was frozen to the snow beneath him. "I can see you Lavellan." Cassandra stated before taking a chunk off of her dummy. Pelle felt a shiver shoot up his spine and his tongue struggled to form words. Instead of forming legible words the elf just made a strange startled noise that tried so hard to say many things but only gibberish came out. His body tensed up until he was almost as straight as a pole in spite of his rather short stature. "I-I wasn't staring at you.." The elf lied poorly as his eyes shot right to the left. He couldn't even look her in the eye to really sell his terrible attempt to act natural. Cassandra stopped swinging her sword. Her eyebrow raised and her lip gave a slight disgusted curl. The Seeker stood up straight and gave Pelle an unconvinced glare. "That so?" She replied harshly. "Then might I ask what you are standing idly for?" "Shoot..."  Pelle thought. He had no excuse for what he was doing. He was obviously watching her and they both knew it. He let out a deep sigh that was looked so animated the Cassandra could practically see his body trying to relax. "I wanted to um...I wanted to talk..." He suddenly shook his head. "No that's not what I want! I-I um...oh dear..." Pelle reached for the back of his head and looked away from her again. His cheeks began to flush as he bit his lip nervously. Why was talking to her so hard? Cassandra was only staring at him getting more and more confused by the second. Not only was she at a loss for what he wanted but she was also unsure why he looked as if he thought she might smite him into the ground if he spoke out of tone. The seeker rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh before she placed one hand on the elf's shoulder. "Pelledir breathe." She insisted. "I'm sorry!!" Pelle replied in a panic. "I'll breathe better I promise!" "Ugh stop acting so scary and just tell me what you want! You're wasting time dancing around and apologizing now what is it?" The seeker started to fuss. "But I came to apologize!" Said Pelle finally getting his point across. "The other day I said some things that seemed to aggravate you and then I laughed at you so I'm sorry for being immature.." He explained at long last. About time really, surely Cassandra would have just dismissed him if he had gone on panicking a moment longer. This however did not satisfy Cassandra's curiosity though it did answer a few questions. "I wasn't angry." Was the first thing she stated. "I apologize if you thought so." Not angry?! With that frown and those stern words of denial? That was difficult for Pelle to believe but he took her word for it. "Y-you're not?" He asked her. Cassandra saw no point in answering an inquiry she'd already answered and so she did not bother. She instead asked answered Pelle's question with a question of her own. "Are you afraid of me?" She asked him. Pelle was a little surprised that she could ask him such a thing so casually, that was until he finally mustered up the courage to look her in the eye. There was a twinge of concern in her brown eyes that communicated to him that this was not what she intended for him. He almost felt a little bad that he had been so jumpy. Perhaps Varric was right? Did she just have a naturally mean look on her face most of the time and he had just never noticed? Whatever the case she certainly didn't seem like wanted him to be intimidated by her. But he chose to be honest with her. "A little..." He answered. There was a slight look of disappointment about her when Pelle answered her but it was only for a split second. He didn't want her to feel bad of course! He was going to have to mend this quickly or he may as well have never come in the first place. "But! I'm much more enthralled than I am afraid." He quickly tried to doctor the unpleasant confession. It was a pretty lousy save he thought. After all he already knew she didn't like compliments and yet here he was again complimenting her. Cassandra's eyes widened just a little and her cheeks flushed. Unfortunately these reactions were paired with a frown. "I see." Was all she said. Was she not even going to ask why?! Pelle's shoulders sunk in defeat as did his elvish ears. "I know you-" "Thank you." Cassandra interrupted him abruptly before she wandered back to her dummy. It was hardly a second before Pelle's ears perked right back up. Did Cassandra...just accept a compliment?! That was a first for sure! Yes she cut him off, yes she did run away right after acknowledging the compliment but she accepted it. That in itself brightened Pelle's day. Again he placed his hands to his face. He could feel the heat emanating off of his skin as he watched the seeker return to her hacking and slashing. However, she did not seem to be fighting the dummy as violently as before. Even if this had nothing to do with him Pelle felt a sense of ease wash over him. He felt that he had successfully settled things and that he may return to speaking to Cassandra like he did before. But first, he had to return to Varric and tell him how things turned out. The dwarf was the one who had given the advice after all. As Pelle wandered back to Varric he could not get just one thought out his head. Cassandra had accepted a compliment, somehow that made him feel like the social barrier between them had shortened even if just a little.

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