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Addition: Amayian teaching Saliasya how to make outfits for the nugs too

He absolutely would. She's probably the most "normal" in her habits one so she picks up on those sort of stuff a lot. Plus, little goofy hats

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3. smiling while kissing for Alex and Leli

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3. smiling while kissing

Alexandra drummed her fingers upon the top of her black-brown desk, brows furrowing as her other hand lifted the spectacles further up the bridge of her nose. Golden-flecked green eyes flowed across the parchment in an ease and unbreakable speed, and as Leliana crossed her arms over her chest, tipping her hip against the stone railing of the staircase, a tremor of affection rolled through her. A smile grew on her face before she could stop it, the mask of the Spymaster lifted off for a moment or two. She did not need it - not here. Not with Alexandra.

"If you find the sight so fascinating," said the Inquisitor, with a hint of a chuckle mingling with her words, "I suggest you find one of the Imperial Artists Celene sent us."

Smiling, Leliana began a slow walk to the Inquisitor's desk. Sunlight flitted through in long, sweeping spears, gray stone flushing and scarlet carpet glimmering faint amber. The hearth burned low, spitting flakes of embers into the air and splintering gorges into the blacken wood. A soft crackle came from the dying hearthfire, as the wind rattled gently taps against the panes, cut in shapes of triangles and rectangles and in colors of gold and orange and sapphire. Most depicted the fires of Andraste cut by the Sword of Hessarian, gleaming across like waves in the seas by the straying light.

She begun to unstrap the leather ties of her armor, sighing a little as she lifted the sheet of chainmail off, tugging off the leather gloves, and slipping out of the steel boots. The chilled air of the mountains slipped easily through her thin tunic, goosebumps beginning to prickle her skin. But warmth suddenly flooded the chambers, a soft subtle burst of heat that came from a floating flame of gold and red, streaming with thin plums of smoke. Slowly it spun, casting amber light in spinning threads across the stone walls and over the stone floor. Ribbons of ruby and gold and orange splatted the floor, drawing away the shadows who fled into the deep corners of the bedroom and beneath the Inquisitor's bed. The former looked...quite inciting...

Clearing her throat, and trying to rid herself of a growing warmth that most certainly came from the magical bobbing fire, Leliana glided behind Alexandra's chair, wrapping her arms around her neck, and resting her chin upon her shoulder. "They wouldn't be able to capture your beauty," mumbled Leliana, in a voice she dared allowed to hold a twinge of tiredness. When had it last been since she slept? Perhaps over three days? Maybe four. It was not her fault, at all. Work had to be done.

Alexandra caught onto it like a lioness with her prey, a hand drawing up to gently caress Leliana's arm, finger trailing over a white-faded scar. "You're tired, so I doubt you could be able to capture my so-called 'beauty.'" Despite the words, Leliana heard a smile upon Alexandra's lips - a true one, not marred by charm for political motivations or an assuring, benign one she wore to those who need it. The latter was often the most sincere, Leliana found, though she often gave too much that it tired her in the end, even if she argued that she was not.

"Even if I was blinded, your beauty would lift the darkness from it," whispered Leliana, laying a kiss to her cheek, before nuzzling deeper into the crock of her neck.

A sweet and light chuckle, almost airy. "That was terrible."

"Oh," mocked Leliana, trying to keep her own giggles down with a strong effort, "hush."

Suddenly Alexandra was facing her, arms wrapped snug around Leliana's waist, drawing her close that she laid a kiss to her stomach, a place where Alexandra knew a scar would be. "Oh, I shall, for I rather hear your singing than any pealing bell or spring wind." The golden-tipped emerald fire within her eyes flickered with open amusement, semingly pleased with that one.

Scoffing, Leliana rolled her eyes, though her smile was fond. Her fingers began to stroke through Alexandra's thick mane of dark curls, raveling in the softness of the textures; how her fingers seemingly got lost in those waves, before resurfacing with some in a light hold. Leliana adored her hair, enjoyed playing with it while Alexandra slept in peace. One of the few times either one of them could find peace, and Leliana wanted to savor the sight before the world took her away again.

Alexandra's smile reached her eyes, so bright and lovely that it paled the basking sun in dawn with clouds of shadow. One of Leliana's hands came to cup a soft cheek, caressing a high and sharp cheekbones. Swimming into those golden-foamed emerald waves, lazily carrying her soul in a light hold, Leliana felt a peace lift the burden of duty from her shoulders. How easily it had become, when staring into Alexandra's eyes, when that tasked felt as if she had to lift the Frostback Mountains themselves. How sweeter and calming life had become when Alexandra stumbled into her life, despite the headaches.

Without care, Leliana bent down and laid a kiss upon Alexandra's smiling lips, one mirroring upon her own. Gently her hand slipped through the dark tresses into the small nape of her neck. There too she began to draw faint circles that she knew would send a pleasurable shiver down Alexandra's back.

Time bled away, the worries of the world unraveling like threads on a tugged tapestry. For eons it felt as she kissed Alexandra, but it felt too soon when they pulled away to catch breath. Alexandra took a moment or two, but not more when she asked, "Can you kiss me again?" And there in that breathless whisper, a hint of shyness lingered, one only she seemed ever to draw out; and Leliana would be lying if she did not say that pleasure stroke the fires of her heart at it.

And how could I possible deny Andraste's Herald of a request?

Giggling, Leliana's lips met Alexandra's once more in their familiar, foriegn dance. Slipping into Alexandra's lap, hands now holding her face, she knew that the world did not bleed away to nothingness. When Leliana held Alexandra, she held her world in her hands.

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19. forehead kisses for Amayian and Leli

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19. forehead kisses

Leliana did not speak as she slipped herself into Amayian's lap, and neither did he as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist, the other scribbling down a report. Darkness cloaked the world in a deep grayish-blue, moonlight streaming through windows in thin slivers from a sickle moon, starlight burnishing gray stone in drips of silver. The fire dimmed low, only a few trickles of flame licking over charred-black wood cracked with spills of embers, filling what little it could reach of the bedchambers with frail gold and orange. The cold of the mountains seeped through the stones, in brittle and hungry fingers, with the growing darkness of night. Leliana was only in his shirt, her armor laying neatly on a wardrobe for her to garb again when the dawn came and the Nightingale woke. But in the night, Leliana could walk free, without the worry of the Inquisition or Corypheus, when all that mattered was Amayian and her, with their soft whispering promises and wandering, longing hands, and their hearts laid bare for only them to see and gaze upon, a trust that neither one ever would give in easily. Yet for one another, they did. Together, we did, despite all odds.

That brought a smile to Leliana's lips.

But a heavy shiver came as a great wind pummeled against the stones of the tower and the windows, shivering through with an insatiable hunger. And with it, they cut though the thin tunic, riddling goosebumps up her arms and across her back. Without realizing, she snuggled deeper into Amayian, the heat wafting off him thick and strong. "You should be sleeping," mumbled Leliana, a hand stroking the thick scar that came from his right shoulder, across his chest and stomach, to his left hip. The one he bore for his first failed attempt of fleeing the Circle all those years ago. It always reminded her of the three scars he bore on his back, ones he gained from saving her life during the Blight, when he was little more than just a child. Her heart ached at the sudden memory, and she pushed it down with a hard cut. No. The past was the past. She could not change it if she wanted to. But he was alive, safe, and that was more than she ever expected in truth; more than she could ever asked.

And yet, thought Leliana, with her lips thinning in irritation, he is not sleeping, the big mountain of an oaf. Her fingers scrapped through the thick coarse chest hair, like a forest of black slashed with a running river by his scar. An oaf who works himself near to death. How it was to be that she would be the one lecturing him over sleep, she did not know - Leliana was not known for her adequate rest, one which often incurred the wrath of Lady Montiilyet. But he needed his rest too...and since certain nightly activities have began, Leliana at least got a few more hours than just two or three. Now I must get him into bed, with those means or others. The task was daunting in itself. Amayian could be as stubborn as a mule, and with his great size, it was more likely she would push the mountains before he would budge.

"I will sleep soon," he mumbled, keen silver eyes never turning away from the report he worked at. But Leliana knew he was fully aware, and perhaps more drawn, to her presence than the parchment. Soft scribbles echoed, near drowned out by the wailing of the wind. "Just this last one."

"No." She caught the parchment at its corner and drew it away, settling it to the unfinished side of his desk. Leliana could feel the full weight of his stare, with the frostiness of the winter. But beneath it, amusement flickered she knew, an emotion he still did not quite have a grasp at. Emotions never came easily with Amayian, and she did not quite mind that. It was endearing for her to watch as certain whispers she uttered held meanings well-beyond their courteous tones descended upon him. It always brought such a sweet blush to his cheeks. "You will rest, Amayian Trevelyan, and that is final." Her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him, with that unreadable, chilled gaze meeting hers, only melting a little.

For a moment, she saw a smile flicker at the corners of his full, scarred lips. And when it dawned upon him that Leliana would not relent - he should had known that by now; she could be more stubborn than he could ever mustered, truth be told - he chuckled, and Maker was it a song in her ears. Little moments such as those - a smile, a faint laugh, and blush - were like treats for her to find, and ones only she could do. It made the warmth of her heart flourish stronger every time, fondness filling her spirits so much so that it was hard to remain glaring at him. Through all the ice and steel enveloped around him, like a misty armor, he was a softie - hers softie.

It came suddenly when lips brushed over her forehead, lingering firmly there for a moment or two. The scent of sweetly burning wood filled her scenes, and her hands rose to rest upon his chest, gently gripping at the thick chest hair; the iron in her blood from before rending into a melted pool. "Very well," he murmured against her skin, only drawing back a hair-length from her skin, before with returning with a lighter kiss. "Will my lady join me in bed?"

A giggle tore through her before she could stop it, only a little tired from the late hour. Arms wrapping around his thick waist, blushing a touch as she felt those wide, strong, scarred hands gently brush beneath the undersides of her thighs - so faint and light that it sent shivers through her body, both of love and...something else - Leliana spoke. "Yes, I will, my Lord Inquisitor."

Catching a glimmer of a smile, a flash of loving pale golden fire in those meadows of silver snow of his eyes, he lifted her up easily, with no strain on his part and a soft gasp on hers. She was always amazed by his strength, even if she was reminded often of it. Another kiss was laid to her forehead as he trod around his desk, before laying one on her lips, so soft it could only be considered a fleeting brush. Abashingly, a whine tore through her lips at the light stroke, and she dragged his lips back down to hers. And he allowed himself to be tangled in their dance, her leading and him following.

When they pulled away, the light of the moons and stars were in his eyes, and the sweet glimmer of sunlight hidden beneath the icy surface; a gleam of sunlight from a dawn only she wrought. And the warmth inside her grows, as she uttered the words, "I love you."

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4. Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun? With Alex and Leli?

Alexandra would be the most likely to tell Leliana a pun, and Leliana is feigned annoyance, but it broken by the fondness in her eyes, even if she is a bit tired of them. If its one that takes Leliana a while to realize, she does adorably snap at her, which prompts Alex to kiss her, as an apology.

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1. For Alex qnd Amayian?

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1. What’s your oc’s most irrational fear? Is there a specific reason this fear came about?

Alexandra: Her most irrational fear is that she’s annoying people whenever she discusses her interests, and usually after she gets finished with all her raving on a topic, she gets a bit blushy and shy.

Amayian: Always fears that he’ll fail everyone so he overdoes his work until he’s nearly dad.

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1. How does your OC get the comfiest? Do they wrap themselves in a blanket? Do they build a pillow nest? Do they make a nice cup of cocoa or tea?

For two ocs of choosing.

Esaira: She makes some tea and makes a pillow nest and rests there while watching the fire of the hearth burn, sometimes listening to Bethany read. Bethany tends to cover her in blankets because she thinks she will get cold.

Isalia: She wears fluffy socks before going into her blanket fort and cuddling close to Josephine.

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Cal curling into Alexandra’s side after a long day, her hand gently stoking hers.

If she curls up against her, as she works, Alexandra might surprise her by lifting her up and carrying her to their bed, where she gently takes off Cal’s clothes, kissing the scars revealed, and lavishing praise on her.

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Amayian and Alexandra's favorite Valentines thing? (Candy, flowers, etc.)

Neither of them really mind what their s/o got them, since they cherish every little thing they do. But Alexandra adores chocolate, and Amayian always smiles whenever he gets flowers, so I say that.