For our final @14daysdalovers prompt, @tightassets and I bring you absolute heartbreak along with some smut. This is for prompt #13 - Ask Me to Stay
Thank you so much @scharoux for an amazing event! And a little shoutout here for my friend TightAssets. You are such a joy to talk to, work with, and I am so grateful to know you and be a part of fandom with you <3 I am endlessly grateful to have someone like you as my friend.
ANYWAY I ripped her OC’s heart out in this one have fun.
The Dragon the World Needs
Words: 2803
Chapters: 1
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Male Hawke/Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Male Hawke/Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age)
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Summary: Lilitu finds Keaton Hawke in her dreams after he stays in the Fade. Their reunion only drives her on in a desperate search to find a way to save him.
Skyhold stands silent as a tomb around Lilitu, a gloomy shroud dimming the afternoon sunlight on the stone. The pennants and banners hang limp in the fog. As far as she can see, there’s nobody there. Her home is silent. Empty.
The thought flits through her mind and is gone before she can quite catch and examine it. It leaves behind a sense of unease and a choking grief she doesn’t understand. She’s afraid if she stands still she’ll be crushed under the weight of it, so she does the only thing she can.
Nobody appears to greet her when she walks under the portcullis. Nobody hollers her name from within the fortress. And yet, there are remnants of life: a training dummy with Cassandra’s sword embedded within it’s straw guts, a hastily abandoned quiver of arrows, a pointed hat forlornly discarded next to a well worn journal.
“Cassandra!” she shouts. “Sera! Cole! Var-”
She’s overwhelmed by a sudden memory. Varric sitting in the great hall at a table, tears falling down his stubbled jaw, quill moving over a piece of paper…
She flies up the stairs as if she’ll catch him there, but when she flings the doors open the great hall is just as empty as the rest of the fortress. But Varric’s letters are there, next to a well worn deck of cards and a stack of freshly fletched arrows. Lilitu scans the room, searching for any sign of life. Outside the windows behind her throne, the moon casts a halo of light around her throne.
Moonlight. The back of her neck prickles with unease. But it had been daylight, she had just…
Her eyes slide from the throne to the open door beside it. Her quarters are never left open for any passing courtier to go in and poke through her belongings. Leliana will be furious when she finds out.
Lilitu blinks and she’s in her staircase, climbing the last few steps without any real memory of how she’s gotten there. The answer is on the tip of her tongue, but her mind feels dulled, her limbs heavy.
She is tired. More tired than she has ever been, so tired that when she crests the stairs the sight before her makes no sense.
There is a man, the largest man she’s ever seen, sitting on the edge of her bed. He strokes his beard while he stares into the fire, lost in thought. He’s shirtless and he looks so at home in her quarters tears nearly prick her eyes.
It takes her a moment of searching through her foggy brain to find the words, but she knows. She knows she is finally home.
“Ara iovru,” she breathes.
There are lines at the corner of his eyes. Have they always been there? She struggles to remember, feels as if there are so many things she has to tell him, so many unanswered questions.
“Kitten.” His mouth curls into an exhausted smile. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
She chokes back a sob. “Mi’nas’sal’inan, vhenan.”
He unfolds his arms and holds them out in invitation, the flickering fire reflected in his eyes. “I missed you too. Come here.”
