A cold inquisitor

Skyhold

Skyhold, the new Haven. Since the destruction, the invasion, Corypheus, People were on edge, they were tired, but within the old stone walls of Skyhold, they were slowly settling in. They began to rebuild, within a week they had fixed the roof of the main hall, cleaned the floors, hung their tapestries with the inquisitions emblem threaded and woven into the fabric.  The mages who had been taken under their wing had found themselves busy in the old library, the soldiers found their training ground, found a place for their beds, and the main trio behind the Herald, made their way to the new war room to begin the work that would continue and what would begin anew. To further sooth the people, they even had made something of a bar, where they could drink and joke away their troubles, if only for a short while. 

While everyone else found something to do, whether it be meaningful to the cause or their own personal needs, Evelynn found herself always with the company of the dwarf. He didn't venture away from her more feet than he could see her.  If she needed a moment of privacy or something important to discuss with someone else, he'd wait right outside the door, tense and slightly impatient. If he had bills to help sign or seeked to improve his beloved Bianca, he made sure to have his inquisitor right behind him. 

She noticed right away, how clingy he'd been since Haven, reluctant to have her leave his side, anxious, a little more trigger happy. If he had been anyone else, she'd have been angered or irritated, annoyed at a mild case, but he was not someone else. 

" Varric, I need to go to the War room, I should only be a little while." He had been sat not too far from her , signing some papers and bills for the inquisition. As soon he heard her speak and move to stand up from the cushioned chair he had pulled for her, his quills frantic and brisk movements halted almost immediately. " Let me grab Bianca then, I'll finish the paperwork after."  His chair screeched as he pushed it back, going to grab his crossbow that sat in the seat to the other side of him, " Actually, Varric-" She started, he looked to her, already with the weapon in his hands. She stood slowly, smoothing out her neat and simple attire, " You don't have to follow me everywhere, I'm aware that I'm the inquisitor now, but you don't have to-"  

" I do. You being the inquisitor has little to do with it." He cut her off, he sounded firm in his stance, taking the aback expression and concern on her face before his own tired and rough expression. He sighed before strapping the weapon onto his back, gathering up the paperwork in his newly free hands. They held a slight tremor to them. 

" After Haven, all our lives are at greater risk. Yours the most out of all of us. " 

" Is that why you feel the need to constantly be at my hip, what greater importance do I have to you than to the mages or the inquisition as a whole?"  She felt a tinge of irritation flicker, her tone slightly harsher in her temper flaring, it could be heard in her tone. 

" Are you seriously going to ask me that? Have I truly done that bad of a job to show you?" 

" Varric, what is going on with you? Is this about what happened at Haven?" 

" Oh, of course not, Just the fact I left you to demons and then fucking Corpheus came back, Basically signing your death certificate!"  

" People needed your help, and how were you supposed to know, You swore up and down since then that he was dead, slashed  and mangled beyond recognition!" 

" He was! I saw it with my own eyes, he was DEAD. And now he's back, which means not only in the inquisition at risk, but so are you, I'm not taking that chance again!" 

They had all eyes on them. People who were talking to their others beside them now all stood quiet, their voices gone, allowing for the twos angered screams to echo and bounce off the old stone walls.  Varric had risen his voice, this was the first time she had ever seen him look angry, truly, not just irritated or annoyed. His fists were clenched at his sides, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Even a few strands of his blonde hair had fallen into his face. His glare was harsh, and his eyes acted as a mirror to which she could see herself.  She was glaring right back with a set of hot glowing emeralds, she looked as though she was trying to understand and hold her composure together. She had a bit of a shake to her slender form, before quietly sighing.