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faderift2016-03-11 07:25 pm
fightingale) wrote in faderift2016-03-11 07:25 pm
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And the lights, they glow, Like I just lost the world war
WHO: Leliana & Brosephine; besties bruh it's a log for besties
WHAT:listen we're both drunk don't expect much Leliana being a paranoid jerk because of EMOTION although she doesn't have feelings because she is PROFESSIONAL
WHEN: time is a concept imposed by man and thus irrelevant
WHERE: josie's quarters
NOTES: I hope this still makes sense tomorrow tbh
Leliana is not at ease. Leliana is rarely at ease, these days. Betrayals from those she would deem most trusted. Zevran, though, would seem no more than the assassin he was raised to be, though she believed to be so much more. Alistair absorbed by the Wardens, though always they had been bound by their fights and their experiences, if not their beliefs.
Josephine is someone who she might trust better, for knowing her before she fled to a Chantry. Equally so, perhaps, because she met Josephine when she was still a bard, when Marjolaine still guided the beat of her heart and she was still truly hers. When someone shaped you so completely, could you be anything but?
(And on some days, the darkest ones, those that she did not care to give voice or acknowledgement. She met Leliana when she was so enchanted by Marjolaine, when she could talk for hours about how she was strong and beautiful but never pretty nor delicate, and sometimes she has those moment of dread where she wonders if Josephine has any true notion of who Leliana is, or if she knows only illusions warped by circumstance.)
And so she finds herself sitting in Josie's quarters, waiting for the diplomat and the Inquisition's true voice to arrive.
Only when Josie is in her room does Leliana speak, never mind the light or much else.
"Josie."
No one ever accused the Spymaster of being anything other than 'dramatic.'
WHAT:
WHEN: time is a concept imposed by man and thus irrelevant
WHERE: josie's quarters
NOTES: I hope this still makes sense tomorrow tbh
Leliana is not at ease. Leliana is rarely at ease, these days. Betrayals from those she would deem most trusted. Zevran, though, would seem no more than the assassin he was raised to be, though she believed to be so much more. Alistair absorbed by the Wardens, though always they had been bound by their fights and their experiences, if not their beliefs.
Josephine is someone who she might trust better, for knowing her before she fled to a Chantry. Equally so, perhaps, because she met Josephine when she was still a bard, when Marjolaine still guided the beat of her heart and she was still truly hers. When someone shaped you so completely, could you be anything but?
(And on some days, the darkest ones, those that she did not care to give voice or acknowledgement. She met Leliana when she was so enchanted by Marjolaine, when she could talk for hours about how she was strong and beautiful but never pretty nor delicate, and sometimes she has those moment of dread where she wonders if Josephine has any true notion of who Leliana is, or if she knows only illusions warped by circumstance.)
And so she finds herself sitting in Josie's quarters, waiting for the diplomat and the Inquisition's true voice to arrive.
Only when Josie is in her room does Leliana speak, never mind the light or much else.
"Josie."
No one ever accused the Spymaster of being anything other than 'dramatic.'
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It is no good to see Josie so tense, so harsh, and she steps forward to lay her hands, gloved and armoured as they are, on her friend's shoulders. For Josie she can be kinder, gentler, than she can be with others. Josie deserves the better things in this world, not all its burdens. "If anyone could find such a way, it would be you. And you will not be alone in your search."
She is not sure of it, but her friends are rare - rarer, now - and precious. She cannot see them suffer for their ideals, or her own.