#alexandra x leliana

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teaching you how to do something + close proximity for leliana/inquisitor? xoxo

Thank you for the ask!

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The arrow caught itself into the motor of the stone walls, shuddering for a single breath or two. The wind had whistled when it took flight, true and straight, but when the arrowpoint slammed into the stone, the air punched out of it like a strangled sigh. Another sigh came from Leliana's side, and she gave the dark-haired woman a smile. "You hit something this time, at least."

Frustration darkened Alexandra's eyes, the pale silver taking a faint golden hue from the reddish-bronze sunlight peaking over the mountains. Skyhold was a flush with soft pinks, deep reds, and hammered bronzes, the air aglow like flame. The gray stone, drained sick and tired, took a fine paler color, blushing from the lightly stroking fingers of dawn. A golden mantle swaddled the green leaves and brown boughs, gleaming with the light shinning in gems, and the trickles that dripped from between left soft golden patches upon the green grass and rock-strewn paths.

And the dawnlight did wonders up Alexandra, truthfully. A faint shroud of pale white ran down her thick dark curls like moonlight running along night-darkened lake, shimmering. Her pale cheeks, with its high-cheekbones, was painted lightly with a flush, either from the cold or frustration, Leliana could not be for sure. But the redness was pretty to her. It allowed Leliana to count all the fine freckles hidden in the paleness, like flowers lost in the snow. Her nose crinkled upward, her full lips drew down pouting, and the urge to laugh and kiss her nearly overwhelmed Leliana. She distracted herself by walking toward the locked-in arrow, drew it out with a little strength, and checked for any chippings, ignoring the teasing thoughts twirling in her mind.

Alexandra spoke, her annoyance not hidden. "A target that is over twenty feet tall and dozen or more feet wide. Truly, I shall be recalled in legends for besting the terrible stone demon known as the curtain wall." Her fingers gripped tight the bow, her already white hands growing whiter. "I never had such difficulty for other things, before." She shook her head, the strands cradling her face bouncing a little. "I don't see why I am not allowed to use my magic to help guide the arrow."

With the arrow in hand, Leliana rested her knuckles against her hips. The urge to smile was terribly hard when Alexandra was so cutely frustrated. So rare it was to see the collected, savvy, and murmured arrogant, Inquisitor all aflush and pouting like some child. Her bouncing thoughts seemingly fled her when the arrow left her hands, Leliana thought, amused.

"Because the entire point of this is to be assured you are well capable of fending enemies off when your magicks are low or depleted, and there is not enough lyrium for you to drink to get out to safety."

Alexandra's gaze shot up, and the great storm often unyielding in her eyes took shape once more. "I already mastered well enough the dagger and the sword and the shield - surely this is unnecessary." She paused for a moment, eyes widened a little. "But that does not mean I do not enjoy spending time with you, of course." Her lips curled into that teasing, insufferably arousing half-smile. "Though, I can think of other ways we can practice different techniques and abilities."

A flush stirred at Leliana's cheeks, peeking like the first leaves in spring. She grappled and tousled with it until she knew it was little more seen that the natural flush on her cheeks. "While the thought is tempting." And truly, it was. Leliana had found herself half distracted by Alexandra's outfit - snug black breeches that did not hide the strength of powerful and supply thighs, tied neatly with a belt to reveal flaring hips, and a loose white blouse where if Alexandra bent over at just the right angle, hints of pale and soft flesh was revealed. Indeed, she felt terribly wrong for eyeing Alexandra whenever she was not looking, but she could not help herself. Often the arousal would dwindle away to admiration, one of breathless and star-dazzled. Everything Alexandra did came easy and elegant, even in her failings. She flowed like a shadow running across a field, without any stiffness or rigidness to be seen, with easy practicality and assurance that bordered on arrogance. But that arrogance faded away with Leliana, it seemed. A glint of something more was seen through the mask of the Inquisitor - something real and shy and overwhelming and beautiful that Leliana wanted to jump into, damn the consquences. But such thoughts often lead to blindness...and Leliana could not be blind, not now. Not after Haven, not after Justinia.

But Maker, do I sometimes wish I could be - for this woman I barely know but who entraps me so. A coal of frustration smoked through her limbs, smoldered a little. "We still must be assured that you are safe, regardless. After all, who was the one who ran straight into a dual dragon fight without any regards?"

The flush returned, brightly crimson. Alexandra looked away, fingers strumming the bowstring, but her smile did not leave her face. It seemed to have grown. "Bull had dared me."

Leliana shook her head. "Yes, I know." You and your dares and your foolish pride. Leliana took a few steps, slid the arrow back into the quiver drummed up-right into the ground. As she did so, Alexandra brushed her leather-gloved fingers across Alexandra's arms. "We will not have that happen again, correct?"

In the corner of her eyes, Leliana took in the pleasure of Alexandra's face growing captured into ruddiness, flowing down her throat. "I will be sure it won't," she promised, muttering.

"Good." Leliana dusted her hands with a few swipes against the other. "Now, your arm was too stiff this time, and you allowed your strength to come from your arm, not your back."

The smile of before, the one teasing and gleeful, returned. "It is not my fault that I use my hands and arms more."

"And yet, your masterful fingers and arms will avail you nothing in the end if your arrow is anything but a great solid target made of stone." Leliana moved forward until she was nearly pressed against Alexandra's back. "Grasped your arrow."

Alexandra did, and Leliana took her by the underneath of her arm, rested the other flat against Alexandra's stomach. She tried not to think of the sweet vanilla wafting from her dark curls. It would be so easy to lay a kiss to her neck, if I wanted. Here the Inquisitor was, trapped in Leliana's arms, such a lovely reward if there was any. She could brush the thick curls to one shoulder, reveal the pale secrets to her eyes and her eyes alone. She would be able to feel Alexandra's pulse quicken, the heat of embrassment and arousal burning Leliana's lips as teeth dug deep into skin, marking her for all to see.

She pushed those thoughts away. Now is not the time, she thought. With the softest pressure to her stomach, Leliana pressed Alexandra straight, and she softly cursed the fact that the woman was taller even with her boots on. Rising on her tip-toes, Leliana glanced and guided Alexandra's aim until it was true on the target. The hand on the stomach slid along, around her waist, pressed gently across her back with ghosty strokes. Leliana rested her chin on Alexandra's shoulders, turned a little, and whispered softly in her ear. "Aim, aim. Relax your arm, let your strength come from your back." Leliana felt Alexandra do so, the muscles beneath her fingers shifting and bundling as she drew her arm back, her fingers close to her face."

She adjusted her aim again, praising her all the while. "Now, l loosen your fingers, and let it fly."

The air sang with the easiness in which the arrow to flight. Winds whistling, the arrow struck true, and pride flickered through Leliana's stomach." She laughed gently, wrapped her arms around Alexandra's waist, and laid a kiss to her cheek. Heat burned her lips from the blush. "Good girl. You did amazing."

"Leliana?"

"Yes, ma cheri?"

"Bedroom, now."

#thank you for the ask! #This isn't my best but my brain has been fried from school #hope you enjoyed it tho! #heroofpenamstan #inquisitor x leliana #leliana x inquisitor #alexandra x leliana #leliana x alexandra #alexandra trevelyan #leliana #dragon age leliana #female trevelyan #f!trevelyan #f!inquisitor #dragon age fanfiction #my writing

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Hey Divi Poly!Anon here apologies for the time away i needed some much needed time away from devices but im back so for Sinful Sunday: leliana, alex and fem reader and double penetration with leliana on the recieving end.

Heyo!

Imagine the soft moans released by Leliana as she slides back and fro between you, caught between the rhythmic rolling of each of you two's thrusts. She may be a touch shy, this one time, where the pleasure can be almost overwhelming, her voice breathless and shaky. Any teasing mention of it is met with a sterned gaze and flushed cheeks, but she distracts you both by drawing you two in a kiss, the one in front, and then the other, almost ghostly, yet needy all the same.

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What is one romantic thing, and one sexual thing Alexandra likes the most from her partner?

Since Leliana is her canonical partner, I would use her.

One romantic thing Alexandra adores the most about Leliana is the small things she does - preparing her tiny meals that she leaves when Alexandra accidentally falls asleep while working and helping her pick out new clothes in the morning. Basically being considerate to things Alexandra has difficulty doing or overlooks too often.

One sexual thing is how considerate Leliana is as a lover. Although Alexandra is the one showering her in pleasure, Leliana also is very much open and desires to cover her lover in adoration and sexual desire, like eating out until Alexandra's thighs are shaking.

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Leliana coming across Alex having a naughty dream

I...actually never really thought about this before - as in, Alexandra having a naughty dream at all. I think there are a few things that Leliana might do in that situation, to be honest:

She slides up behind Alexandra, drawing an arm across her waist, stroking her stomach, before descending so teasingly down, laying faint kisses along the nap of her neck before playing with Alexandra until she wakes up, all flustered and aroused.

The other possibility is she slips beneath the coverlet and blankets, to settle beneath Alexandra's legs, laying gentle kisses along her soft and strong thighs, before eating her out so very slowly while Alexandra release breathless sighs in her sleep.

The last possibility I could think of is that Leliana herself slips into her own dream, and since Alexandra is a master of dreamwalking, she would had gathered the dream-spectre of Leliana to her own, so they both would wake up in the morning, aroused and teased.

The last one is highly probable for Alex wanting to do - because no one must ever see her blushing and without control. (Though she is more willing as she goes on into the relationship to lease it out, temporarily.)

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For Valentine’s Day, Alexandra leaves little notes of loved throughout Skyhold for Leliana to find, with some quotes from some of their favorite books, to give Leliana hints at where Alexandra would be. Once she did, she finds Alex had set out an entire day of relaxation. Leliana will get messages and songs sung to her, and kisses in between. Of course, there would their favorite sweats as well.

For Amayian, he makes her favorite food for her to find, having it beside her bed when she wakes up. He makes tiny nug trinkets she could wear on her bracelet. He spends time with her most of the day, canceling all their work so they can spend time with one another. As night falls, he’ll cook her favorite meal, and while she eats he’ll sing her songs in Evlish and Orlesian. He’ll also bake her favorite treats for them to share.

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Alexandra: *puts her hair up in a ponytail or bun*

Leliana, staring at Alex’s neck: Target acquired.

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Forever thinking about Leliana fighting tooth and nail to have Amayian’s facial scars and Alexandra’s elvish ears be accurately depicted in official portraits.

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Josie, rubbing her temples: Maker, we need to get you a mute button.

Leliana, grinning: Oh, she does.

Alexandra: it’s a very nice button.

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Alexandra, saying something that could cause her to get in trouble.

Leliana: Shut that pretty mouth, or I’ll do it myself.

Alexandra, grinning and leaning close: Promise?

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This has heavy Leliana @ Amayian vibes

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“That’s Thedas’ ass.”

- Sister Leliana about the Inquisitor.

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A Daughter of a Ghostly Moon

Author’s Note: This Alexandra is a version from my own world, so she is a lot more cryptic, ancient, and mysterious. But, hey, I actually wrote something down, so that is something. 

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She appeared from the night like a shade fringed in silver crystal, a red smile on her face and a cold, unblinking icy blue light in her silver-green eyes. Long fingers clasped neatly at the front of her waist, her dark mane of curls touched with starlight in speckles like scattered jewels, and her pale skin shimmered with the shine of the full moon. 

So beautiful, Leliana thought, that it was almost unnerving—almost terrifying. Not from the shadows weaving about her like a black cloak, nor the knowing smile that tugged at her small and full lips. None of that, really. It was those eyes—that cold blue glint of countless moons. The icy gleam spoke of years countless spread before her, knowledge gathered within like the darkness cloaking her bare white shoulders. Some found, and others discovered, and all hidden, sealed away. 

“You look nervous, Spymaster,” said Alishandryia, in a smooth, husky voice, the sigh of a winter wind gliding over a dark lake. A pale long-fingered hand reached out and grasped her chin. She had appeared closer than before, the steps unheard by Leliana. She cursed herself for such folly. Another thought strangled through the misty confusion of her mind. What if she did not even walk? What if she truly did glide? From what she knew of the Inquisitor—which was much too little—that was more than possible. Everything about her, every movement, mechanism, spoken word, rising smile or deepening frown, came with old refined ease. “Do not be afraid. I do not bite.” 

The words laid buried behind a foggy curtain, but Leliana heard the rustle beyond. You do not bite, just a little. Heat stirred at the side of her neck, thoughts of those red lips pressing a brush of a kiss against her skin, the smallest nibble of her teeth laying a mark that Leliana surely would feel, even if the evidence was a faded murmur. They came and murked her brain even further. She hated this, hated this woman of ghostly charm and ageless beauty. Most of all, she hated that she wanted to kiss her. 

A thumb glided across Leliana’s lips. Her breath was stolen out of her like water spilled from a cup. The smile on Alishandryia’s lips grew; and the blue light of epochs shone brighter, amused. The spiral tendrils of silver left a quavering sheen across the green, like moonlight across an emerald pond, patched in deep blue. She felt lost, gathered, known, and unknown. 

“I am not afraid,” said Leliana, and found the truth bare as spring grass. Pride flitted through her like a raven taking flight. She was not afraid. She would never be, not even from this woman. 

The thumb drew across the corner of her lip, slipped down to follow the curve of Leliana’s jaw. Leliana watched as Alishandryia’s eyes counted each freckle, every line etched from years at the corner of her eyes and the edges of her lips. “Good,” said Alishandyria. 

Those watchful eyes strolled long, measuring and reflecting upon her features as if admiring a statue from old Tevinter. Her eyes peered deep into Leliana’s, as if shuffling through memories locked behind walls of stone. It felt as if no matter the strength she held in those walls, those damnable eyes of the Inquisitor cracked each and every one until it was little more than a tumbled pile. Deep inside, Leliana felt that she strangely did not mind. Just keep it locked and safe within yourself. Please. 

Alishandyria's smile grew sad, almost longing. Her hand fell away, and the warmth burned into her skin from where her thumb laid ached in yearning. Gooseflesh riddled her skin beneath tunic and chainmail like a cold wind burrowing through her. “I am not reading your mind. The eyes simply unlock thoughts far more easily than any words.” 

She stepped away, twined her fingers again together, and bowed her head a little. “Your secrets, though, are safe with me, Sister. Burdens, terrors, the like.” Her smile returned again, a pitying one at that. “Though, I do not expect you to share them with me, perhaps ever.” Face turning away to glanced out a small window that studded the walls of the rookery, Alishandyria's shoulders seemed to close in on herself. The drape of moonlight flowing through crowned her face in a silvery-purple veil. “But if you do require a presence…well, we both know the darkness is a very kind friend.” Her gaze fell upon her for just a moment. “And if you do speak your stories, you would not go empty-handed. A trade for a trade. It…I suppose it is only fair.” 

Leliana had only blinked her eyes for a moment, but when they opened again, Alexandra was gone. The shadows leaned back into their place, behind the glow of the ringed torches along the wall. The purple-twined moonlight seemed faded, almost muted. And Leliana was left all alone, again. A needle cut at her heart, digging deep, but it was an old, common feeling now. The stung just bit a touch more than before. 

A sweet fragrance, almost reclusive from the scents of raven droppings and the burning of wood, stirred her mind. She turned her head and gasped. 

There on her table rested a silver vase, crested with a dozen white-petal flowers spotted with crimson at the center. They had not been there a moment ago, and Alishandyria did not come with anything in hand. 

Her hands found it before she could even realize what she was doing. A gloved thumb stroke a petal, soft even beneath the hard leather. Mages, she thought, perhaps a bit more fondly than she ever really gave toward the Inquisitor. 

Leliana counted each one over and over again; and after that was done, she counted each and every petal. Then she counted them again without her gloves, and her old, tired, wary fingers felt more alive than they had been in years, even as she held a bow or dagger in hand. 

She drew one up from the vase, cradling the end of the stem with her hand. Droplets of cool water splashed against her open palm, ran down her fingers from the hand that held it with index and thumb. And she smelt it, old memories flushing through her upon a storm’s gusts. Most laid in shadow, smeared in grays and silvers, the verdant colors all washed away. But the scents were strong, clear as mountain air. A woman in a gown of blue and white, with straight hair of copper, her long and skillful fingers stroke the knots from a child’s hair. And she sang a quiet song, of an old home she left behind. Mountains veiled in the greens of trees, hills rolling thick with golden wheat, homes of sturdy stone and wood. The small things, too. Old friends forgotten, and old memories of lost souls, as well. Those had always been Leliana’s favorite, those stories. She missed those stories most of all.

When she looked in Alishandyria’s eyes, she saw stories as well. Stories perhaps older than the ones her mother once spoke and sang of. And she had asked you for stories, too. And you denied her. 

A trade for a trade she had said. A better deal than anything else, Leliana thought, assured. And she needed to know more about this woman draped in gowns of darkness and ancient silver. 

After all, was finding secrets not her duty? 

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Alexandra and Leliana often go to the bookstore when winter comes; on those days when the skies is a patchwork of silver and midnight blue, the moon a half-smeared pool of white light in the dark sky. When the wind comes leaping from the north, dragging cloaks of snowy behind them, often leaving their cheeks red and numb. They’re forced to tuck their hands into their pockets, and sometimes Leliana decides that it’s find to be playful, and kicks up a light arc of snow because she knows the ice is too cold to shape into a ball, and Alexandra’s little yelp is too cute to pass by.

Alexandra gets her back though, when they pass through the orange-gleaming glass doors with its green-painted door frame, and she shoved her cold hands underneath the layers she wore, and her yelp gets silent by a swift, smiling kiss. Her anger melts away, as easily as the warmth of the bookstore melts away the cold from her bones and flesh. Leliana might say a few stubborn words of unfairness, that the doorframe was a passage of tranquility, where all wars come to die away. But Alex just laughs and kisses her head, and all the mock anger on Leliana’s face disappears with her soft giggle.

The bookshelves are wooden hills with rivers of black carpet slicing through. They explore it all—the fantasy section, the science-fiction, the romance, the history, the philosophy. They find books they want to read, and order themselves twin cups of coffee and two warm-wrapped croissants, and settle into the back of the store.

They’re hips are press snugly against one another. Leliana lies her head on Alexandra’s shoulder, and Alex has one hand wrapped around her waist, stroking gently at her side with an absent-mind.

Moonlight lays gentle through the windows, mingling with the gold-white of the ceiling lights, and snow falls like glittering gems plucked from the sky, and they both feel safe. It has been quite a long time since either one of them felt that way.

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Is there a reason why you never write using a general Inquisitor anymore? For a blog dedicated to Inquisitor x Leliana you seem to only write using your OCs only for the longest time. Outside of your character being the Inquisitor, that's just about it. It's not really catered to others who also ship theirs with Leliana. Basically from what people see now in your blog now is your OCs x Leliana. Most blogs who write shipping prompts don't use specific characters and they're more catered towards the audience by using either GN!/M!/F!Reader x Character. Making it easier for others to imagine their own OCs in place, by filling in the blanks themselves and bam its their OC in place. In your case you just describe and talk about your OC like its a full fanfic dedicated to them. This is just what I see in your tags for the past year or so, but you used to write it long ago. I dunno how you react to feedback but I'm just curious as to why you stopped. It's usually easier to write about general reader since there's less details involved. Tbh, you're more likely to get engagements on your stuff if its catered to the general audience rather than an OC from my experience ^_^

Hello! Thank you for the kind message!

Honestly, perhaps the biggest reason why I mostly stop writing plain Inquisitor/Leliana content is because well—without an oc, what character can you grapple with for Leliana to have interaction? BioWare gave us three standard results whenever the Inquisitor speaks—diplomatic, snarky/sarcastic, and hostile/aggressive—so which one should I choose when writing it, since so other character’s ocs are based on different factors? Not all of them are going to be sarcastic, or diplomatic. Sometimes they’ll be in-between. So, in my view, you already need to have an establish character that won’t fit into a “general” and vague Inquisitor, even if they’re the most bare bones version of a character.

And to be honest, I always have used my characters, even when it was just a “general” Inquisitor/Leliana. Most of the stuff that I wrote early on was actually just nameless Alexandra, without any real descriptive features, so I can’t say it’s just a general Inquisitor, because it really wasn’t. Not to my brain, at least.

And over time, people showed lots of interest in characters like Alexandra that I stripped the veil away and start writing her fully. (Alongside other characters)

And I’m a weirdo who loves description and details, so it’s hard for me not want to describe the Inquisitor physically and have that serve as some metaphor. Haha

I hope that all makes sense. Thank you for the ask!

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An Early Duel

A/N: So no one sent an ask, I just decided to pick one from this prompt list. Hope you all in enjoy.

Prompt: A always have to stand on their tippy toes to reach B's lips.

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“Did you get taller?”

Scrunching together, forming three lines between them, Alexandra knitted her eyebrows together, before rising one in a bemused manner. Her head tilt to the side, for a moment her unfailing smile waned into a smooth line of confusion. “I do not think so,” she murmured.

A dusting of warmth tickled Leliana’s cheeks, and she resisted the urge to begin bouncing on the balls of her feet. Softness pressed against her soles, her toes wriggling against the brushing hairs of the scarlet fabric. All her efforts rested on feeling the rug beneath her feet, and not the sudden realization which had befallen her.

Without her silverite sabatons on, Leliana only barely came up Alexandra’s chin.

The Inquisitor stood there, her white silken blouse hanging loose over her shoulders, lightly freckled pale skin glimmering a soft amber glow as the dawning sun swept the high glass doorways with orange-scarlet light. Her large, almond-shaped emerald-golden eyes peered half-lidded, a glint of searching flickering across. Her wavy dark locks were bounded up into a high bun, sunlight kissing upon her pale neck. To Leliana, she looked exquisite, divine, ethereal. Dawn swarmed about her as if she was wrought with flame, the beating heart of the world.

To Leliana, Alexandra was her world, her dawning, and her starlight. And for just a moment, she forgot how easily it would be for her to tuck her face into Alexandra’s neck, right beneath her chin; and she tried to ignore the sudden longing to sit Alexandra onto a chair, slip herself onto her lap, and tuck her head beneath her chin and rest for a while longer. It was a strong effort she fought to contain, only just holding it back on a thin thread.

“Why did you ask?” questioned Alexandra, toying with the laces that held up the front of the tunic, flicking it back and forth in an absent manner.

Settling the growing warmth on her face and the sudden hard thumps her heart made, Leliana gave her a feign smile and hoped it would banish anymore of her questions. “Oh, nothing. Just an observation I made. That is my job, after all,” she said, adding a touch of teasing to distract.

Alexandra hummed, in a way to suggest she was not entire convinced. Still, for a few moments, she continued to stare, and Leliana felt as if she was being gauged with pincers.

A smile broke upon Alexandra’s features, so swift and sudden it nearly made Leliana loose grasp of what little control she had over her blushes. She took easy steps with a light saunter to where Leliana stood, and drew her arms about her waist before Leliana could pull away. “It’s your shoes,” she murmured, grinning down with that smile that always sent Leliana’s heart aflame. “You’re shorter without them, and you just realized it.” From the way Alexandra’s grin widen, her confession must had been written all over Leliana’s face.

Her arms tangled around Alexandra’s neck, and she drew herself up on her tip-toes to lay a faint kiss upon her full lips. If she though she could keep Alexandra off her balance with that, Leliana was surely mistaken. As soon as Leliana pulled away, Alexandra reached out for her, pressing against her mouth with a touch of firmness. For how long they remained like that, Leliana was not quite sure. But any thoughts she had of her apparent shortness to Alexandra, or any lingering worries of the amount of work both of them had, faded away. There was just the scent of vanilla and something else mangled through...perhaps ink or letter, of the sort - perhaps even parchment. Whatever it was, it soothed Leliana.

When Leliana opened her eyes after they broke apart, that grin had not wavered from Alexandra’s lips. The light of the dawn was in her eyes, like the splintering of sunlight through thrown emerald seawater, glassy and shimmering. She had to keep herself from pursing Alexandra’s lips once more, to contain the racing of her heart.

Settling back down on her balls of her feet, Leliana’s blush burned hotter as she was pulled further away from Alexandra’s face, if only just a little. She was already shorter than the woman before with her boots. Now it was even more apparent of Alexandra’s height. After the kiss, though, the flicker of shyness from Leliana’s shortness compared to her was slightly mended. It was hard to stay mad at Alexandra, not when she smiled like that, and her eyes shone as if Leliana had brought the dawn into the world.

“See?” said Alexandra, grinning softly. “Not too much of a problem. Now, if I was a Qunari, or one of the more stranger Trevelyans, it might had been a problem. Luckily for you, I am not, and you being only slightly shorter than me won’t be a hindrance, ma amour.”

A grin rose to Leliana’s lips. Her fingers traced the sharp, strong line of Alexandra’s jaw, relished in the softness of her skin, before slipping her hand into Alexandra’s mane of thick curls. “You are still taller than most women, Alexandra,” said Leliana. “And your overconfidence certainly makes up for the rest of a Qunari’s height.”

Though she gave Leliana a mocked face of pain, Alexandra could not keep the grin off her features. Drawing Leliana closer, their bodies pressed flush against one another, Alexandra murmured, “Those are dueling words, my Nightingale.”

Leliana hummed. “Oh? You know how well I can duel, my Lady Inquisitor.” Her eyes flickered down to Alexandra’s lips, her teeth chewing at her own. “And how sharp my blade can be.”

As Alexandra’s face colored scarlet, Leliana felt a bubble of pleasure form in her chest, her blood boiling with pride. All that pride faded away when Alexandra pressed another kiss against her lips, capturing her gasp that swiftly melted into moans. Faintly, in the slow-wrought mist of her mind, she heard Alexandra whisper, “Then let us duel, ma cherie.”

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I was tagged by @rosenkow​ to do this for a comfort character. Oh, to be gently held by Leliana.

I was tagged by @alessandramortt​ to do this for some couples. The shirt Leli is wearing is definitely one she stole off Alexandra/Amayian. (Amayian knows he’s going to be hugged once a day, and still is not prepared for it.)

Tagging anyone who wants to do this.

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