Invite Me, for Esme and Josie?
Esme Adaar x Josephine Montilyet
Esmelooked up from a stack of papers, which were keeping her occupied,and found one of their agents waiting in front of her desk. “Yes?”
Thescout gave her a letter, nodded, and vanished as quickly as she hadentered her office. Curious. Most of the time, they stayed for somesmall talk or a cup of tea, if they’d served her for more than amonth. She always wanted to know the people, who put their lives indanger for the Inquisition.
Esmeopened the envelope to find a golden card filled with a flourish,black script. Tall letters, flowers in the beginning and the end anda faint scent of orange and cinnamon. She knew the handwriting, butwondered why Josephine had felt the urge to send her a note. Afterall, they lived in the same fortress and were probably separated byaround five minutes of walking. Ten, if you took the scenic route.
I wouldlove to spend some time with you, because I miss you and my heartcan’t bear being without you for that long.
If yourschedule allows it, come and meet me in our quarters.
Shortand to the point. Esme compared the card to the stack of reports,some of them covered in blood and dirt, and decided that maybe itreally was time for a break. And for Josephine. After breaking theirfast together in the early hours of the morning, they hadn’t beenable to see each other. Or even steal a kiss.
CarefullyEsme put away the ink and feather and made her way through Skyhold.
A faintscent made her wonder what exactly Josephine was doing in theirquarters. Climbing the stair to the tower, she smelled somethingsweet? Heavy.
“HaveI surprised you?” Josephine stood in front of a laden table, butlooked far more delectable than any of the foods.
Shewore a thin, silken robe, with a loose scarf tied around her waist tokeep it closed. Bless the dressmaker, who’d made something asbeautiful as this.
Esme felt blood rush to her cheeks and rubbed herneck. “Josephine,I … you look stunning.” More than that, but it was quiteimpossible to find words, which matched this gorgeous being.
“Thankyou, love. Want to join me?” Josephine moved to the side andallowed her to take a seat.
“Ofcourse.”She took a sip of the white wine and tried notto stare too openly at Josephine. Esme decided that she must have done something right in her life, because a horned giant like her found a love like her.
“How did I earn this? I haven’tforgotten some special day? A feast?” She still found it troublinghow many days were actually dedicated to the Maker or Andraste andevery single saint. Growing up outside of the Qun didn’t mean thatshe was that knowledgeable about human customs. Josephineput a slender hand atop of hers. “Because you deserve it. All thehard work, all the fighting.” She kissed her knuckles.
“AndI wanted to see you smile, today.”