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diplomaticenchanterAmira smiled as Leliana joined her by the fire. She hadn’t known what to think of Leliana and her claims of visions from the Maker at first, but over the past few months she’d come to truly value their friendship. Regardless of whether or not her visions were real she believed Leliana believed in them, and the fact that they pushed her to try to do good was enough. "Alistair is quite fond of you, isn’t he?“ Leliana asked without prompting.
"And I’m quite fond of him.” Amira said, trying for nonchalant though she wasn’t sure if she succeeded. Her mind drifted to the rose she’d carefully preserved in lyrium, tucked away in her pack with an old blue ribbon. Perhaps it was a silly waste of resources, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. ‘I thought maybe I could say something. Tell you what a rare and wonderful thing you are to find amidst all this… darkness.’ She scooted a little closer to the fire, wondering if she could blame her flush on the heat.
The sound of Leliana’s voice brought her back to the present. "I like Alistair…I don’t know if there’s anyone who doesn’t, but I…“ Amira blinked at her, wondering where she could be going with this. Leliana seemed strangely reluctant to be having this conversation despite having been the one to begin it. "I was wondering if there was something more between you two.”
“I…” This time she didn’t think she’d be able to even try blaming the flush on the fire. She considered for a minute denying it, but… she wasn’t an apprentice with her first crush, was she? And this was Leliana, her friend, there was no reason to pretend. “I think so.” She admitted softly, hopefully. He hadn’t said anything, not really, but the rose…the rose had to mean something, right? “I care for him.” She added, feeling incredibly shy and just a little bit thrilled to be admitting it to someone. Leliana was perhaps the only person she could imagine admitting this to, well, besides Alistair himself, if she could only work up the nerve.
“Oh. I…I see.” Leliana said, sounding oddly strained, and Amira resisted the urge to frown. She’d expected, well, more giggling? Excitement, or some teasing maybe? After their conversation about the Lover’s Constellation, Amira had thought that Leliana would enjoy this sort of 'girl talk.’ “Well, he’s a very nice boy, no?” She said, suddenly speaking much more quickly than she had before, more quickly than was normal for her. “If you… If you hadn’t made your move, perhaps I would have.”
Amira felt her eyes widen, and her stomach drop. “Really?” It was all she could manage to get out, her stomach suddenly twisted up in knots, perhapes tangled from her heart dropping into it. If Leliana had feelings for Alistair, well, the rest of this strange conversation suddenly made a great deal more sense, didn't it? Amira tried to swallow down her distress. She couldn’t help the thought that Leliana was objectively better suited for Alistair than she was. They’d both spent time in the Chantry, and Leliana… Leliana was human: human and not a mage. Alistair might value her friendship, value their bond as Grey Wardens, but could he really care about an elf that way? Could he care for a mage when he’d nearly been a templar? He was always quick to remind her that becoming a templar had never been his choice, but now that she was thinking about it she couldn't help remembering the day they'd met. How her first immpression of him had left her fearing he had something against mages. They'd come far since then, and she couldn't doubt his frienship, but could he ever really want more than that from her?
“Maybe.” Leliana said, though she seemed confused by her own words even as they were coming out of her mouth. Amira barely noticed the disconnect, still caught up in the torrent of her own personal crisis. “I– I don’t know.” Leliana gave a small sigh and shook her head. “I don’t know what I’m saying.”
Reaching forward to take her hands Leliana smiled at her, soft and a little sad. “I am happy for the both of you.” She said, giving her hands a small squeeze. “Especially for him.” Leliana held her gaze and Amira had the fleeting feeling that she was missing something, though she couldn’t figure out what it was. “He couldn’t have found a better companion.” Leliana gave Amira’s hands one final squeeze before murmuring “please excuse me” and walking off towards the edge of camp.
–
“Maker I’m such a fool.” Leliana groaned to herself, as far from the center of camp as she dared get at this time of night; close enough that the campfire was still in sight, but far enough to give herself the illusion of privacy. No matter how much she wanted a moment alone it wouldn’t do to get attacked.
She’d thought… Well clearly whatever she’d thought she’d been mistaken. “If it makes you feel better” Zeveran broke in, leaning nonchalantly against a tree and startling her enough that she was halfway to her daggers before she registered who it was “she has absolutely no idea you meant making a move on her.” Zeveran paused thoughtfully, pushing himself off the tree he’d been leaning against. “Though, I’m afraid she might now fear you swooping in and wooing Alistair away.”
“I would never–” Leliana protested hotly, not even surprised that Zeveran had been eavesdropping on their conversation. That was the nature of an assassin, no? To live unseen in the shadows, seeing more than they ought, hearing more. It was just her luck they’d picked up a mouthy one.
“No, no, of course not.” He waved off. “If anyone need fear your swooping it would be Alistair.”
Perhaps once she might have considered trying to seduce Amira away, but, no, she had no intention of trying. Somehow she doubted Alistair would have had anything to fear from her even if she had. An image of the shy, besotted smile Amira had worn when she spoke of Alistair and her tentative hopes drifted to mind. She didn’t think Amira even knew she’d been wearing such an expression. Leliana shook her head. It had never even been a competition had it? No, no matter how sweet the smiles Amira had given her had been, how thoughtful her gestures, Amira had never looked at Leliana with anything like that.
“I’m happy for them.” Leliana told Zeveran honestly. No matter what feelings she had harbored she could not bring herself to begrudge her friends their happiness. They were both far too kind for that, Leliana thought, smiling sadly as she watched Alistair move to join Amira by the fire, both sneaking shy glances when the other wasn’t looking. Leliana sighed, wondering if her intentions had been as transparent to anyone else as they’d apparently been to Zeveran. She feared it might only be Alistair and Amira who’d been unaware of her feelings. She wasn’t sure if that was a kindness or not. Whatever it was Leliana was determined not to let any of this ruin a perfectly wonderful friendship. Two perfectly wonderful friendships.
“Hmmm.” Zeveran added noncommittally. “You know, I have a bottle of Antivan wine in my tent if you’re interested” he offered, for once managing to make an offer of company not sound like a come on.
"Maker, yes.” She could be mature about this tomorrow, tonight she was going to get smashed and perhapes cry on an assassin’s shoulder.
"And I’m quite fond of him.” Amira said, trying for nonchalant though she wasn’t sure if she succeeded. Her mind drifted to the rose she’d carefully preserved in lyrium, tucked away in her pack with an old blue ribbon. Perhaps it was a silly waste of resources, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. ‘I thought maybe I could say something. Tell you what a rare and wonderful thing you are to find amidst all this… darkness.’ She scooted a little closer to the fire, wondering if she could blame her flush on the heat.
The sound of Leliana’s voice brought her back to the present. "I like Alistair…I don’t know if there’s anyone who doesn’t, but I…“ Amira blinked at her, wondering where she could be going with this. Leliana seemed strangely reluctant to be having this conversation despite having been the one to begin it. "I was wondering if there was something more between you two.”
“I…” This time she didn’t think she’d be able to even try blaming the flush on the fire. She considered for a minute denying it, but… she wasn’t an apprentice with her first crush, was she? And this was Leliana, her friend, there was no reason to pretend. “I think so.” She admitted softly, hopefully. He hadn’t said anything, not really, but the rose…the rose had to mean something, right? “I care for him.” She added, feeling incredibly shy and just a little bit thrilled to be admitting it to someone. Leliana was perhaps the only person she could imagine admitting this to, well, besides Alistair himself, if she could only work up the nerve.
“Oh. I…I see.” Leliana said, sounding oddly strained, and Amira resisted the urge to frown. She’d expected, well, more giggling? Excitement, or some teasing maybe? After their conversation about the Lover’s Constellation, Amira had thought that Leliana would enjoy this sort of 'girl talk.’ “Well, he’s a very nice boy, no?” She said, suddenly speaking much more quickly than she had before, more quickly than was normal for her. “If you… If you hadn’t made your move, perhaps I would have.”
Amira felt her eyes widen, and her stomach drop. “Really?” It was all she could manage to get out, her stomach suddenly twisted up in knots, perhapes tangled from her heart dropping into it. If Leliana had feelings for Alistair, well, the rest of this strange conversation suddenly made a great deal more sense, didn't it? Amira tried to swallow down her distress. She couldn’t help the thought that Leliana was objectively better suited for Alistair than she was. They’d both spent time in the Chantry, and Leliana… Leliana was human: human and not a mage. Alistair might value her friendship, value their bond as Grey Wardens, but could he really care about an elf that way? Could he care for a mage when he’d nearly been a templar? He was always quick to remind her that becoming a templar had never been his choice, but now that she was thinking about it she couldn't help remembering the day they'd met. How her first immpression of him had left her fearing he had something against mages. They'd come far since then, and she couldn't doubt his frienship, but could he ever really want more than that from her?
“Maybe.” Leliana said, though she seemed confused by her own words even as they were coming out of her mouth. Amira barely noticed the disconnect, still caught up in the torrent of her own personal crisis. “I– I don’t know.” Leliana gave a small sigh and shook her head. “I don’t know what I’m saying.”
Reaching forward to take her hands Leliana smiled at her, soft and a little sad. “I am happy for the both of you.” She said, giving her hands a small squeeze. “Especially for him.” Leliana held her gaze and Amira had the fleeting feeling that she was missing something, though she couldn’t figure out what it was. “He couldn’t have found a better companion.” Leliana gave Amira’s hands one final squeeze before murmuring “please excuse me” and walking off towards the edge of camp.
–
“Maker I’m such a fool.” Leliana groaned to herself, as far from the center of camp as she dared get at this time of night; close enough that the campfire was still in sight, but far enough to give herself the illusion of privacy. No matter how much she wanted a moment alone it wouldn’t do to get attacked.
She’d thought… Well clearly whatever she’d thought she’d been mistaken. “If it makes you feel better” Zeveran broke in, leaning nonchalantly against a tree and startling her enough that she was halfway to her daggers before she registered who it was “she has absolutely no idea you meant making a move on her.” Zeveran paused thoughtfully, pushing himself off the tree he’d been leaning against. “Though, I’m afraid she might now fear you swooping in and wooing Alistair away.”
“I would never–” Leliana protested hotly, not even surprised that Zeveran had been eavesdropping on their conversation. That was the nature of an assassin, no? To live unseen in the shadows, seeing more than they ought, hearing more. It was just her luck they’d picked up a mouthy one.
“No, no, of course not.” He waved off. “If anyone need fear your swooping it would be Alistair.”
Perhaps once she might have considered trying to seduce Amira away, but, no, she had no intention of trying. Somehow she doubted Alistair would have had anything to fear from her even if she had. An image of the shy, besotted smile Amira had worn when she spoke of Alistair and her tentative hopes drifted to mind. She didn’t think Amira even knew she’d been wearing such an expression. Leliana shook her head. It had never even been a competition had it? No, no matter how sweet the smiles Amira had given her had been, how thoughtful her gestures, Amira had never looked at Leliana with anything like that.
“I’m happy for them.” Leliana told Zeveran honestly. No matter what feelings she had harbored she could not bring herself to begrudge her friends their happiness. They were both far too kind for that, Leliana thought, smiling sadly as she watched Alistair move to join Amira by the fire, both sneaking shy glances when the other wasn’t looking. Leliana sighed, wondering if her intentions had been as transparent to anyone else as they’d apparently been to Zeveran. She feared it might only be Alistair and Amira who’d been unaware of her feelings. She wasn’t sure if that was a kindness or not. Whatever it was Leliana was determined not to let any of this ruin a perfectly wonderful friendship. Two perfectly wonderful friendships.
“Hmmm.” Zeveran added noncommittally. “You know, I have a bottle of Antivan wine in my tent if you’re interested” he offered, for once managing to make an offer of company not sound like a come on.
"Maker, yes.” She could be mature about this tomorrow, tonight she was going to get smashed and perhapes cry on an assassin’s shoulder.
