❅ sleepy kisses for bwall
@ancientbound
For as high up as Skyhold was, it rarely snowed in the fortress itself. Some strange magic, Blackwall supposed. ( That’s what it all was, wasn’t it? The magic getting stranger by the day. It started with the bloody Breach and it’d all been tits up from there. Snow dodging their fortress and making it a muddy mess was the least of the magic he’d seen, but- well, he was a simple man. )
The Hinterlands required more time to tame than anyone had thought- the seat of the Inquisition’s power, where it all began, but the worst hit by devastation and war. Trips back were requisite. Blackwall didn’t mind. Familiar territory, known trails beneath his feet, was comforting in the world gone mad that they found themselves in.
A comfort, too, that the cramped camp required them to pair up in their tents. Better for the weather, the winter hitting them full force in the last few weeks.
The Inquisitor- her word law, of course- chose Blackwall as her tentmate. ( He had hoped for it, but would not say so. Foolish old man that he was, romantic heart beating so sorely beneath his armor. ) It was a late night setting up camp and sleep came easily. Vela tucked against him, sharing a bedroll, it was almost like the cold outside wasn’t bearing down. Fatigue was enough that once he wrapped his arm around Vela to pull her close, a deep black sleep took him.
By the way the roof of their tent sagged in the morning and the muted noises of the outside world, Blackwall bet on some not insignificant snow through the night. The thought made him tighten his grip on the woman in his arms. ( Even in sleep, something about her was taut like a bowstring. He worried for her and she rightly terrified him. ) They could spare a few minutes like this. He could steal a few moments of enjoying the cozy peace. Greedy, he breathed her in.
His deep breath stirred her. A slender hand traced his arm around her and he sighed the breath out. He had hoped she’d sleep, and it was his fault for waking her. Guilty, he shifted to cover her more. Both half asleep, he supported his weight with his elbow of the arm that was wrapped around her. One thigh slid between hers and he covered her. There was no thought to it, simply a want. To apologize for waking her, to have her first memory of the day be his kiss. Ah, greedy old fool, he thought to himself as he captured her lips. No words to follow, no good morning. It was too early, too cold, so he simply lingered for a breath- and then kissed her again.