#saffyre writes

[voidandfyre]

Dark Future~

@marquis1305, you said you wanted to read this, no?

I lay on the cold stone that soothed only some of my aches. When Dorian said that time magic was the cause of the chaos, I didn’t quite believe him. But I trusted him, even if he is from Tevinter. In my experience, Tevinter is the ass end of all nightmares and they know it. They may not admit it but they know it. Even through all I had seen I never thought that this future could be possible. A demon army? Red lyrium at every turn? I can hear the small hum from the cursed substance. It was alive, much more than regular lyrium. I could feel it reaching towards me even if it never moved. I had been here for what feels like ages. I haven’t moved since they tossed me here. I could feel the pangs of hunger gnaw at my stomach. My throat was too dry to speak or even swallow.

It was a few days, maybe hours, later when the door opened and two red templars shoved their way into the chamber. They were carrying was looked to be a human but I couldn’t tell past all the cloth and blood. Red lyrium festered from one side. As they dragged the thing past me some cloth fell away and certainly human. It was as if a stone had fallen into the pit of my stomach. Time itself slowed to a crawl as I took in her features. For once the beast fell silent against its cage, shrinking away from what it saw.  I had hoped she was far away from here, maybe back to Antiva. Anywhere but here. She was barely conscious as they dragged her across the floor.

You would have thought that when her eyes focused on me they would light up or she’d say my name, but she just stared at me with a blank expression. She had given up. My Josie, who can negotiate any dignitary to see her side and agree, weaving through any conversation and directing its path to her favor. Now, she didn’t speak as they hooked a chain to her cuffs. She didn’t move as they lifted her to hang in the air like a puppet on strings. She didn’t do a thing as the rest of the cloth fell dropped heavily to the ground soaked in her blood. All she did was stare dully into my eyes. I never looked away, I didn’t let myself look away. Anger started to boil beneath my skin. Fear soaked my mind. Her pain echoed through the chamber deafeningly loud. It rang in my ears and danced across my flesh.

I knew she didn’t wish to speak and I didn’t trust my voice, so I opened my mind to her and immediately I heard her voice. It wasn’t distorted like my companion’s. It was normal, albeit broken. It was dead and pleading.  

End it.

My blood ran like ice, cooling my anger and replacing it with horror. A mercy kill.

I couldn’t refuse her. I know that. But to kill her? Even in this future?

Please, Saturn.

I cared too much to deny her this, even if I wished it was not so. This future shouldn’t exist.

“I won’t let this happen again. I promise.” I felt relief fill her mind, settling the hum of the lyrium and calming the pain.

Closing my eyes, I readied myself. I gathered my mana and chilled the room, willing frost to form along the stone and the chains around our wrists. An ice spike formed above me and I steeled myself.

I released the charging spell, ending her suffering. Her gasp made my stomach twist, making me nauseous. I snapped my eyes open and all at once I hardened the frost on our chains, filling the cracks with ice and I scrambled to my feet, snapping our chains. I caught her as she fell, pulling her as close as I possibly could as her life left her.

“I am so sorry that this happened, Josie. I swear I will never let this happen. I won’t give up. Never again. I will never let them get to you or anyone again.”

Thank you.

Tears flooded my eyes, blinding me. A sob ripped through my throat and I buried my head into her hair, trying to memorize this moment, because I made a promise. I clung to her limp frame knowing I had so very little time left. She heaved one last shuddering breath and as she exhaled I whispered my confession to her hoping she could still hear me. She needed to know.

I pulled back and shock rippled through me. Her eyes were half closed and the smallest hint of a smile played across her lips. She looked at peace.

I laid her down as gently as I could as I tried to steady my breathing. I closed her eyes with the human’s prayer on my lips,

“May you return to the Maker’s side, Josephine Montilyet. May you find peace after this darkness.”

I rose to my feet and as I turned to leave I set the room ablaze, leaving nothing behind.

“May those who hurt you never see me coming.”

And they never did.

[voidandfyre]

Some angst for Saturn Lavellan because I'm in an angsty mood.

I stared at my hands in horror. My gaze flashed between them and Josephine. My world had come to a screeching halt. It felt like the air surrounding me was holding it's breath. It was suffocating.

"Josie, I'm--" She flinched went I reached for her. I recoiled as if I was burned. Though, being burned would have hurt less than this.

I hurt her. I hurt the one person I cared so deeply about. I don't remember turning towards her. All I remember is white hot rage, then she was clutching her arm like it hurt. Then I saw the blood. It seeped through her hands and dropped onto the cold stone. I flinched at every drop that hit the floor. It sounded so loud in my ears.

You hurt her. You can't even keep the person you care safe. Not from yourself.

The fear that flashed in her eyes made my stomach roll painfully. I hurt her.

Panic turned to self-loathing as my heart raced. I glared at my hands as tears blurred my vision. My voice broke as I forced my words out, "I'm so sorry, Josie. I don't know what came over me--" A sob cut me off. A lump formed in my throat, preventing me from continuing. After a few times I finally managed, "Please, Josie. Go to the healer." It was quiet and broken.

I met her eyes and it seemed she wanted to protest, but I shook my head and she turned to leave. Before descending the stairs she hesitated, she opened her mouth to say something but I couldn't hear it. The ringing in my ears was overwhelming. I rushed out to the balcony and closed the doors, shutting her off from me.  I reached for the railing, clutching it like a lifeline. Frost immediately spread, covering the stone in harsh jagged patterns. Sobs tore through my throat leaving it raw and painful. My knees gave way and I felt my world collapse with me. My breathing became near impossible to control and with every ragged breath I curled in on myself. The Beast was fighting to break free as my control wavered. I couldn't keep it down forever, I knew that. But I couldn't be find the motivation to care.

[voidandfyre]

A Living Nightmare

The first time Saturn hears it their blood runs cold.

A monster, they were called. A demon.

Saturn looks down at their hands and stares at the blood soaking into their skin. They could feel it seeping into every crevice, every follicle.

A ghost of a whisper passed their ear.

Their vision focused on the body beneath them. It was an human man. In his mid-twenties and highly respected amongst the elves as a trader of knowledge. Something the elves were always willing to receive.

The man had broad shoulders and a chiseled face. He was handsome. But that wasn't what was on Saturn's mind.

The man had said something to Saturn and something in them just.

Snapped

They had lunged at the man, teeth bared and eyes alight with rage. They don't remember why. Everything had gone red and when they came to the elves were whispering.

Monster.

Demon.

Saturn looked at the man's lifeless eyes, frozen in terror. His mouth agape with a silent scream. His forehead caved in and his throat ripped apart. Blood was steadily pooling around them as they lifted their head to face the growing crowd.

The whispers were louder but still unintelligible.

Every single elf was staring with horror and disgust. Staring at Saturn with suspicion and mistrust. As if they were an abomination.

A monster.

Whispers grew in volume and the faces morphed into featureless white canvases that didn't move but the voices came from each one of them.

Everything started growing dark around them and the whispers grew to chants.

Monster.

Monster.

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Saturn wakes in a cold sweat, eyes wide with fear. They make no sound as they slip from the tent them and Damaia shared and creep into the night of the Hinterlands.

They hate waking her up and didn't know if they were ready to tell her just yet. Though they doubted they ever would be. They were too afraid of how she would react. Would Damaia look at Saturn with that same look of disgust? Would she call them a monster too? It was surprising enough to learn that she adored their beast form, but that didn't mean she would care for a killer.

Saturn had grown to care for Damaia and they couldn't handle her hating them too.

They can't stop seeing all the blood and the faces. The looks of disgust.

Monster

They squeeze their eyes shut and try to ignore the whispers that creep into their mind. The demons won't have them, no matter how badly they want those nightmares gone. How badly they want the blood washed away.

Saturn sits at the edge of the river and hums a comforting song. It always seemed to help ward off the demons as Saturn started to only focus on the tune. Keeping it quiet but still loud enough to hear to the trained ear.

They looked up to the stars that blanketed the sky and let the tears flow.

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Borrowed Damaia from @marquis1305

[voidandfyre]

Here is a shitty short fic for you all. 

Pairing: Inquisitor x Cassandra

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The gates of Skyhold are in sight. The horn blaring, signaling your arrival. You decided to go to the Hinterlands on your own to check up on everything, see if any rifts reappeared, if the horse farm needed help, or if there was anything in general needed to be done. You didn’t mean to be gone as long as you had been but you were happy to be back. You were also looking forward to seeing a certain Seeker.

As you made your way across the bridge you saw Scout Harding looking back and forth between you and something behind the walls. They looked worried, or upset. As you got closer you heard, “Your Worship… before you head in, you should know that Seeker Pentaghast is not thrilled you left without taking her, or anyone for that matter. She’s been going at the training dummies nearly the whole time you’ve been gone. Granted, no one is happy that you left without warning or protection, but fair warning.”

Just as she finished you hear, “Inquisitor!” Her accent painfully obvious. You get a look of pity from Harding and you know you are in for it. Taking a deep breath you brace yourself for the lecture.

What surprises you isn’t her tear stained face, running eyeliner, or the look of relief and anger across her face, it’s the running leap she takes. As she crashes into you, nearly making your legs buckle, you hear, “You idiot! Going alone like that! You could’ve gotten hurt!” She shoved you back a bit but held you at arms length, “Why didn’t you take anyone with you? If you had gotten hurt, who would’ve gotten you to a healer? Why must you insist on making these stupid decisions?” Her eyes searched yours and before you knew it her lips were on yours. Your mind had gone completely blank, but all too soon she broke the kiss. You were left with a dumbstruck look on your face and tingling lips, as you watched her leave. Probably to go hit something. 

It was a while before you could figure out how to make your legs work.

[voidandfyre]

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