Got tagged by @emerald-amidst-gold so thanks bruv : D. Literally been in a creative slump until recently so this WIP Wednesday really did just drop at a perfect time.
Currently working on a small fic idea using @mfmoonbear DAI OC Yelisavita Lavellan in a Modern AU where Cassandra is a police officer and Yeli's a wrongly accused arsonist with hella problems and *hnnnng healing and conflict such*
For now, it might be called Fire Poppy bc Yeli's life burned down and in the scorched earth, it bloomed.
Roughest draft #1 right here
The scent of coffee. The cold fluorescents. The sound of telephones ringing, papers shuffling, people talking. Cassandra couldn’t hear any of it. For a moment, she was deaf to the world, staring at a manilla folder weathered and creased by age. A copy of the original file laid spread out before her with many words highlighted and opinions hastily scribbled in its margins.
In its aged confines was one picture, a formerly shiny image that was dulled by time and exposure to sunlight. Rarely did that photo sit in the desk drawer, instead it remained close by, always in eyeshot and never seen by others; a reminder, a soft whisper of the past that bent Cassandra’s ear whenever she dared think about that day.
Cassandra brought her hand up to ruffle through her cropped hair, gritting her teeth as she felt the urge to bring her fist down on the sturdy desk. Instead, she held her temper back as she watched the photo, her lip coming to harm between her teeth as she moved to snap the file shut.
But she could still see it, the cold, green eyes that spoke of prior verdancy, the reddish-gold waves of hair that curled outwards like gnarled tree branches. The catatonic face that stared back from the picture, a minute frown and expressionless features of the condemned haunted Cassandra; a small flame of the future snuffed out before its time.
Yelisavita Lavellan was so young, too young to know the cold righteousness of steel bars, too young to feel the flippant nature of the media, too young to be made an enemy, a killer, a miscreant.
Cassandra sighed as she stared at the date on her desk calendar, counting the years that passed down to the second. Today was the day she’d be released from her iron cage meant to house the most hardened of criminals. All the while, Cassandra continued ignoring the sounds of life around her, far too focused on the memory of her days as an officer too young to know the truth was sometimes hidden, ignored and ultimately dismissed.
They were both so young and now, they had aged for better and in Yelisavita’s case, for worse.
I'll tag @tarasylnin-lavellan @mfmoonbear @herald-divine-hell @voidandfyre @morganaseren and @lunar-shards NO PRESSURE I'm just taggin yall cause everyone is amazing and creative and if you got something, go for it! : D
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