Bedtime stories
60% Adahlannie (Rook x OC) - 40% Ayavrin (Rook x Davrin) (not all together, you perverts, there's a 20years timespan in between) 1343 Words Rating: M just in case
I told you I had some headcanons about that dialogue on ancient elven poetry @wolfsong-the-bloody-beast posted some days ago. Guess I got inspired and decided to write it down :)
"Well, there're poems. Diaries. Novels," he starts to list, and oh, that caught my attention. "Novels, you say?", I throw the book aside and am all over him in a fraction of a second. "What kind? Adventure? Romance? Oh, i definitely wanna read about super ancient elves pining for each other!!!" "You could call it pining, I suppose…", he mutters, and, why is he looking away? Wait. "Are you… blushing, Adahlen?"
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"You know, there are some interesting manuscripts in my grandfather's library".
Adahlen says it out of the blue, after I huffed for probably the twentieth time while studying the most ancient book of elven sociology our Keeper could find us to read. This stuff is boring.
"Define 'interesting'", I slowly turn another page, even if I grasped only half of the things I've read up to now. We don't exactly have the same taste in books, Adahlen and I. He knows it very well.
"Well, there're poems. Diaries. Novels," he starts to list, and oh, that caught my attention. "Novels, you say?", I throw the book aside and am all over him in a fraction of a second. "What kind? Adventure? Romance? Oh, i definitely wanna read about super ancient elves pining for each other!!!"
"You could call it pining, I suppose…", he mutters, and, why is he looking away?
Wait.
"Are you… blushing, Adahlen?"
"…no, of course not". Liar.
Oooh boy, "what kind of manuscripts are we exactly talking about?"
"I think you've already made yourself an idea", he throws me a suspecting look, and then turns his concentration back on his book.
"No, I haven't," I take the book away, look him in the eyes. "I asked for romances, you're clearly saying it's something else. Be brave and just say it." Oh, I wanna hear this one.
"Never said it's not romance, just... alright, they're erotic novels."
"…e-ro-tic," I repeat, very slowly. Only he would use such a word but, Creators, I can't deny it does something to me.
"Pretty explicit too, if I dare say… took me a while to put together the, well, new words." Oh, the Keeper certainly didn't teach us that kind of ancient elven vocabulary.
"Wait you've already read them? Without me??" Shocking.
"Ah, I've found them years ago. You were busy putting your tongue down Revassan's throat, if I recall correctly."
Ough, Revassan… what was I even thinking that time.
"Ok, touché. But since now I put my tongue down your throat, would you show me?" Pretty pretty please?
He laughs. It's my special superpower to make him laugh. But he doesn't desist. "I don't know, Annie, it was a rather… private experience". I can't believe he's playing shy with me.
"Oh come on!" I'm pouting at this point, "I feel so betrayed already that you didn't thought to share with your favorite best friend forever!"
"Don't you dare. You know I share everything with you! I …" He blushes more, searches for words. He's so darn cute when he's bashful for me. "I used to read them alone, so I could…" he clears his throat, "imagine… it was us". He launches a tentative glance at me. I'm staring, blankly. "You know…", he adds, and makes a really vague gesture with his hand.
"Oh."
Oh. My. Did he really just said he jerked off thinking about me while reading smutty novels when we were fifteen???
"Don't make that face as if you've never… done that".
"No, no, of course I have — Gods — imagined in that sense, just… never… about you?" Forgive me, Adahlen, but you know you were like a brother to me back then. "Sorry sorry sorry!"
"It's fine," he smiles, "you're here now."
"They were pretty much always faceless men, for me, to be honest. Well, until Haranal, " — he grunts as soon as he hears my former dance teacher's name — "he might be the first I've deliberately fantasized about." I know he hates him. Thinks I've been taken advantage of, or something. He clearly wasn't watching, I brought it aaaall on myself.
"First thing I do when I'll be Keeper is banning him from the clan," he scoffs. But isn't he the sweetest?
We stay in silence for a minute. We can go on talking for hours, Adahlen and I. He doesn't talk this much with anyone else, which I admit makes me feel quite special. But our comfort silences are just as special. And then, I remember something.
"Actually, I lied. I did think about you, a couple of times. Before our first kiss. I needed to, you know, test the waters and see if it could work for me". Before risking to ruin my most important friendship on a whim.
Am i making this cringier? How did we even end up talking about this, I just wanted to have fun and read some smut together. Ancient elven smut. That must be really something. And he's hiding it from me. So, I ask again. "Will you show me now?"
He takes the longest pause, eyes wide fixed on me. Licks is lips. How haven't I noticed those lips for years… they're beautiful. "I was about to ask you the same."
What? "Wait, I meant the novels. As in, show me the novels. What did you…?" Is he asking what I think he's asking?
"Show me how you thought about me. I want to see it, Annie. I can… I can read you the novels aloud and…"
"Ok," I interrupt. My cheeks are burning. "Only if you show me, too."
…………….…………........................... (20ish years later)
"Is it that funny?", Davrin asks me, clearly amused.
We are sprawled onto his bed, doing nothing for a change. I'm not sure if it's legal for a Dalish to enjoy this much a soft mattress, but after experiencing that and him, I'm certain I don't want to sleep anywhere else ever again.
Davrin was telling me he spent the whole afternoon in the courtyard, overhearing Lace and Bellara wondering over some elven erotic poems they just couldn't find. Hours and hours talking only about that. Oh, I know were to find some of those books. And that's when I just started to laugh by myself.
"Or are you just pitying me?", he elbows me a little.
"No, no, it's…", I try to stop giggling, but it's hard. "Adahlen and I used to read ancient elven porn stories to each other when we were young."
"You what?", he chuckles, "please, pass some on to Bellara and put her out of her misery."
"They're back at my clan, I can't just go there and rob our library!", or maybe I just rather keep the memory for myself, who knows? "I'm sorry, but you'll have to suffer them a little bit more, at least until they find something else to obsess over." I give a little peck on his shoulder. "It won't take much, you know."
He takes an exxagerated sigh, and raises a brow. "Was it good porn at least?"
I grin at him. Oh, are we interested, now? "You wouldn't believe it! Alright, some were just wild, but others were very…", I bit my lip, "sensual. And, Gods, creative. I undoubtedly got some education out of that."
He laughs, one of his rich and deep ones. "I wish my history lessons were like yours." Even his laugh is so damn sexy, what am I gonna do with this man…
"I wouldn't call those history lessons, but it was definitely a motivating way to learn more of the ancient language." I'm still smiling, when I roll over him. "I still remember some stories pretty vividly." I slide my hand down his perfect torso, licking my lips. "I can tell you my favorite ones. With a little demonstration."
"Mmmh…", I can feel the rumble more than hear it. Almost a purr… a feral one. "And what do I do?", he runs a finger down my spine, oh he knows that's my weak point, "should I just listen, or…?"
I lean down enough to whisper into his ear, prepare my most convincing sexy voice. "You do whatever the story says."
"How do I know you won't just twist the story up and turn it in your favor?"
"You don't. You'll have to trust me." I plant a kiss on the line in the middle of his chest. If there's a more perfect place to be in the entire world, I have yet to see it.
"So… do you want to hear this bedtime story?"