A meadow at dawn. Grass flowed, the tips reaching towards the sky, begging the wind to carry it along. Sunlight glazed the water droplets which clung to the fibers of each blade. The breeze carried the scent of newly blossomed flowers through the air as water pushed smooth pebbles down the stream, creating a constant clicking.
She crossed the bridge, eyes adjusting to the orange light that swiftly crept above the horizon. A woman came into view. She had short hair that barely brushed against her brows, much like her own. A simple cuirass was fastened to her sides that sent the imagination ablaze. Her movements were graceful and slow, soothing Hawke's nerves.
Both had their reasons for being there, it brought them peace and tranquility, an escape from the aches of a bustling city full of needy wanderers.
Green was the color she bore, as well as the emotion she emitted. Merrill reminded her of a beautiful fern. Flowers would convey fragility and she was anything but fragile. She was bright, welcoming, and full of life, as well as innocence. Ironic really, considering her love of plants, she always made certain the ones in Hawke's mansion were well maintained.
Red was the color Hawke bore, as well as the emotion she emitted. She resembled Ruby. She was ravishing, yet strong. The only gentleness she gave off was deep within, only accessible by tearing away the walls of stone she had built up over time and experience.
They balanced each other out, building up new barriers and tearing down old. The difference was that this time, they would stand at the top, rather than cower within.
They stood in that field, exposing themselves completely. Old wounds were healed over by an unbreakable trust, and secured by an impenetrable foundation that had been formed over the last six years.
She stared for a moment, to behold the woman before her, absorbing the sweetness of her display. Foreheads made contact and eyes communicated an unwavering passion. Their lips met and simply laid there, enjoying the warmth they received. This was an act of love, not lust.
Everyday they met in this field to enjoy the warm rays of the sun and the cooling aura of the running water.
From the edge of the meadow, all that could be seen was the love radiating from two figures. They were opposites. Like they had said, they nurtured each other's strengths, and diminished each other's weaknesses. Side by side, they could withstand anything, and soon... they would have to.
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Dragon Age: One Shots
FanficA Series of Dragon Age One-shots: (SMUT, FLUFF). Please send requests, my inspiration easily runs dry.
