DRIFT COMPATIBLE AU FOR NARA AND ELLI THO.
Vanara stared at the ceiling, dazed, head spinning ever so slightly. Distantly the match bell rung in her ears. Beads of sweat rolled down her temples and made her clothes stick to her skin. Vanara rolled slowly on to her side, and then pushed herself to her knees, still trying to ceatch her breath.
She had lost two out of three matches, but the last match had stretched on for what felt like ages. Minutes had ticked by with the leisure of hours until finally Vanara had been knocked from her feet.
“Holy shit,” she panted, pushing off of her knees to stand. “Holy shit, Elli that was--” Vanara stopped when she looked up only to glimpse Ellinara’s back as she walked briskly from the sparring room. “Woah! Elli!” Vanara darted after her, shoulder hitting the doorframe as she passed beneath it. “Elli wait! That was amazing!”
Ellinara’s shoulders stiffened as she walked, but she didn’t turn around to face Vanara. “It wasn’t that--”
“No, no, you felt that, right?” Vanara asked, finally catching up to Ellinara and stopping her with a hand on her shoulder. “You had to have felt that!” Ellinara’s jaw was tight, expression uncertain when Vanara turned her around.
“It was nothing.”
“Fucking hell! If that was nothing then I’m a round-eared Orlesian bureaucrat! Ellinara, we’re Drift Compatible.” Ellinara could not hide the flash of emotion from her eyes, but she quickly composed a mask of reserved indifference.
“The Keeper will never allow it. I’ve been gone for four years, I’m not officially part of the Clan anymore. I can’t just show up and--”
“Fuck the Keeper,” Vanara said emphatically, clasping her hands behind Ellinara’s neck so that she could press heir foreheads together. “Ellinara Lavellan, pilot the Inquisitor with me.”