I was thinking, yesterday, about that awful, slimy pond in the Hinterlands. That brown wallow, with all that perfect elfroot on the side, where it was so steep, but it looked so solid that I was sure I would be fine to grab ahold of a bush and edge myself down so I could reach- And you said ‘be careful’ at about the same time the mud gave out under my feet and then it was that sudden, cold slide into that thick water that smelled like Varric’s old boots, with me clawing at the side trying to get my balance before my head went under.. And Sera cackling like a crow when I came back up again; Her LAUGH! Of course it wasn’t her who hauled me out, dripping and sliding on the bank, fingers all slippery with filth. I felt bad about getting you dirty, too, your hands and your poor sleeves, until I made it up to the edge. I really did. Until you gave me that look, that thing you do with your smug eyebrows that makes my stomach flip.. And asked me if it was worth it. So deadpan. ‘Was it worth it, Inquisitor?’
The perfect line of mud I drew, from your forehead to the very tip of your nose, was.
At first, I really thought you were about to be angry. You got so still, and I regretted it right away- Could you tell? Is that what finally made you smile, right before you gave me that delicate shove? I think I must have screamed a little bit, when you tipped me back in. Isn’t that why Cassandra came running, looking like she was sure someone was murdering me? And she saw, what? Sera practically pissing herself, and we both know how terrifying trying to figure out what she’s laughing at can be- And you with your muddy hands and your muddy wrists, and your self-satisfied, muddy face. And then I started laughing, too, and the water got into my mouth, and do you remember the face Cassandra made, when she refused to touch me? ‘You all are having a fine time with it, I would hate to intrude.’ I was disgusting, and we both smelled so, so foul, for days, but you kept smiling.
It was absolutely worth it.
–The first draft of a letter recovered from the Herald’s wastebin, one month post-Council, with many blotted-out lines. State of final draft and delivery unknown.
(#4, a letter from your oc to their love interest, oc codex meme )
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