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rhetoricalrogue · 3 years

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Jogging the Memory

Fiction Type: Fanfiction Fandom: Dragon Age Prompt: "I need you."

Diving into @fictober-event by putting a spin on some old reliable characters and putting them into the AU @alittlestarling and I have been throwing ideas back and forth to the other for forever.

“I need you to –”

Ravena met Blackwall’s earnest plea with an arched eyebrow. “To keep quiet that I know you from a few years ago?” She tilted her head. “Under a different name than the one you’re using now?”

“You don’t understand, it’s…” he sighed. “That old name is dead now, as is the past that went with it.”

She shrugged and went back to packing her bag. Before he had knocked on the door of the cottage she was sharing with her cousins, Ravena had been preparing to go out into the field and accompany the Herald into the Hinterlands to hopefully acquire horses for the Inquisition. Personal curiosity in the astrariums littering the landscape Roz had mentioned had been the main reason she had requested the to join the outgoing party, but she sincerely hoped that unlocking their secrets would lead to something that would benefit the Inquisition, fledgling organization as it was.

Oh Henri, she thought wistfully, a pang of grief sharp at her chest. If only you were here to see this with me.

“Some pasts we can’t run from, Rainier,” she told him, not looking up as she carefully put a well-worn notebook in with her belongings. She may not have her mentor here with her any longer, but she could still find comfort in the knowledge that his personal effects had been safely stowed away in the inn that he had been staying at before heading to the Conclave. She may never find a body to mourn amid the ashes of the temple she and her dear cousin had once helped restore, but at least she had his familiar book of notes to keep his memory alive. “Especially pasts like yours.”

“My name is Blackwall,” he hissed, tone suddenly sharp, dangerous. Ravena started when his hand shot out and gripped her wrist, her mind flashing to the dagger she kept inside her right boot. It was a gift from her other cousin Rolfe, one that had come with countless lessons on self-defense and how to properly use it. The crushing pressure of the fingers that ground around the slim bones of her wrist was a dangerously silent reminder that those very same fingers could easily wrap around her throat and made her sincerely think that she might have use for all those lessons Rolfe had taken pains to teach her. “And it would benefit us both if you would remember to use it.”

Not breaking eye contact, Ravena wrenched her wrist out of his grasp, eyes narrowing and mouth twisting into a frown. “Is that a threat?”

“That is entirely up to you, my lady.”

Weighing pros and cons had always been one of her stronger suits. It had been years since she had last seen Thom Rainier and the man she had encountered in the woods defending people from bandits was different than the man she had spent a night of passion with while in Orlais supporting her findings from a dig she and Henri had just gotten back from. At the time, she had thought Thom Rainier a handsome, if not arrogant man and the fact that he had thought she was similarly attractive and was willing to partake in a bit of mindless fun that didn’t have any strings attached. They’d spent a mutually pleasant evening together and he was gone before she woke up the next morning. To his credit, he hadn’t robbed her any of her belongings while she had been asleep.

It may be her ego talking, but she would have liked to have made enough of an impression on him that he would have actually remembered her name the next time he saw her. The only thing that soothed that initial sting was the fact that he had recognized her, even if he didn’t remember exactly where he knew her face from.

She licked her suddenly dry lips. The man defending the defenseless and teaching them to fight back was also worlds different than the rumors of murder and betrayal that had circulated after his seemingly mysterious disappearance from Orlais. “Mutually beneficial relationships seem to be a thing for us,” she said, tone careful. Almost instantly, the line of his shoulders relaxed and the flinty edge to his eyes seemed to warm. There was still a cautious way he carried himself, but then again, she had that same manner, her body ready to bolt should he make any sudden moves.

“That would appear so.”

“Even if some of us don’t remember that being the case.”

The laugh that she was met with sounded rusty from disuse, but genuine, nonetheless. “If it makes you feel any better, Ravena, I was a bastard back then. I rarely took the time to process names and commit the faces they belonged with to memory.”

“And that’s different now?” Are you a different person was the silent question that burned at the tip of her tongue, but it wasn’t a question she had any right to ask of him. Not yet anyway.

“It is.” She was not a short woman, but he still had to tilt his head and slightly hunch his shoulders to ensure they were at an equal line of sight. “I…I am trying, at least.”

Ah. So her silent question wasn’t quite as silent as she had thought. “That’s all any of us can do,” Ravena replied. “If it makes you feel any better, I guess I can forgive your lapse in memory. Our past encounter was brief.” She gave him a wicked smile. “Almost disappointingly so. Premature, even.”

He made a face, posture relaxing even further at her teasing. “You wound me.”

“A fitting injury to match the blow to my own ego.”

“You know, I could be persuaded to soothe that injury, should you be so inclined.”

Oh. Well this was an entirely different direction for their conversation to take from where it began. “Is that so?” She went back to packing her bag. “And if I was uninterested?”

“Then this would be the last time I brought it up.” He took a step towards her, his voice pitched lower in a way that sent a pleasant shiver down her back. “I may be an asshole when it comes to remembering names, but I can distinctly remember that night.”

Ravena closed her eyes and swayed towards him, so close that the warmth of his body all but sank into her skin. “Once I jogged your memory, you mean.”

“This is going to be a thing with you, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t decided.” She grinned. “Perhaps.”

“Perhaps on always bringing up my past fuck them and forget them tendencies or perhaps on picking up a…mutually beneficial relationship from where we left it?”

Bag packed, she slung it over her shoulder before pressing close to Blackwall’s side. Not giving him any warning, she reached out and grabbed the collar of his gambeson, rising on the tips of her toes to close the short distance between them. It had been some time since she had kissed anyone, let alone this man, but oh. The initial surprise had been sweet, but the answering kiss was even better. Blackwall didn’t wait for any prompting before wrapping his arms around her and hauling her up return her kiss, the press of his mouth against hers almost intoxicating and bringing back several incredibly detailed moments of that night they’d shared so long ago.

She broke the kiss before they got too carried away. While it was tempting to entertain the thought of Blackwall having his way with her there on the nearby table, she was sharing the cabin with Ada and Rolfe, either of the two well within their rights to innocently walk in without thinking to announce their presence.

Ada would have been mortified and run out of the cabin. Rolfe, on the other hand…Ravena was absolutely positive her dearest cousin would have given them a round of applause and some sort of smartassed remark. Ravena loved him dearly and considered Rolfe to be more of a younger brother than a cousin, but she would have had no other choice but to chase him down and kill him for interrupting, so really, stopping before things got too out of hand was for his own safety.

“I’ll let you figure that one out,” she told Blackwall, winking cheekily as she moved past him and towards the door. She gasped when he reached for her wrist again, pulling her back for another quick yet searing kiss.

“I’m a quick study,” he murmured, breath warm against her lips. He moved back only far enough to bring her wrist that was still in his loose grasp to his lips, his mouth moving over the skin there, a silent apology for his earlier mishandling. “Ravena.”

“So I see.” She exited the cabin and held the door open for him. “Shall we? I wouldn’t want to keep Roz waiting.”

“No, we wouldn’t want that.” He held out his arm for her to take as they walked towards the makeshift stables, but she squared her shoulders and walked past him.

“You’re staring at my ass,” she said, not looking behind to confirm.

“It would be rude not to appreciate the view,” he shot back.

She shook her head and kept walking. “Ass.”

The smile on her face remained as they came up to the stables, Roz checking her saddlebags for gear and Rolfe making small talk beside her. Ravena made note of Roz’s worried expression, and she knew that the Herald had good reason to be worried; reports from the Hinterlands were still coming in of pockets of mage and templar skirmishes. While the Inquisition’s agents had made some headway in stabilizing the area, there were still violent flare ups that hopefully would become less and less as fade rifts were sealed and areas secured.

“Everything all right?” Ravena asked, hoping to break the tense silence that Rolfe’s lighthearted yet one-sided conversation hadn’t been able to.

“I guess we’ll find out once we get there,” Roz answered, chewing on her lip. “Are we ready?”

“Ready whenever you are.” Again, Blackwall offered his arm to her as she stood beside her own horse, and this time, Ravena took it. Her branch of the Trevelyan family tree were excellent equestrians, she herself learned how to ride at a very early age, but when an attractive man offered to help her onto a horse, she would have been a fool to let the opportunity pass without taking advantage of it.

Ravena was many things, but a fool wasn’t one of them. It was something that definitely didn’t escape her cousin’s notice either. He didn’t say anything, but the raised eyebrow and smirk he gave her was enough to know that they would be having a conversation once they had a chance for privacy. She sighed and rolled her eyes at Rolfe. It would be easier to tell him the truth; he was a spy by profession and even before his twenty-year tenure with the Chantry, had an uncanny knack for pulling information out of anyone before they even realized they were telling him everything.

Well, almost everything. Ravena glanced at Blackwall, who had elected to ride ahead of them and match his horse’s pace with Roz’s.

Some secrets weren’t hers to tell.

#fictober21 #my writing #otp: the griffon and the raven #ravena trevelyan #thom rainier #blackwall #I haven't written in a while and I am RUSTY but hot DAMN does it feel good to get words out of my head after so long!#I make zero promises on keeping up with a fic a day but I'm going to TRY to finish these prompts #digging into the Sweetheart meets Cousins Trevelyan meets Gaggle of Hawkes AU triptych #I really hope my formatting's okay this is the first time I'm c&p'ing from Word to here in years #also this was written in like an hour with very little editing #no betas: we find our mistakes once we hit Post

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rhetoricalrogue · 3 years

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11 or 37 for Ravena and Blackwall (if you're still taking prompts!) :)

Thank you for the ask (and your patience, as this ask is from last year!)

11.Pulling mine into their lap, 37. Rubbing circles on mine’s back

“I thought you said that you were going to be writing.” The amused voice above her and the shadow that fell over her notebook made her pause.

“I am writing,” Ravena replied.

“In the tavern?”

She shrugged. “It’s where I do my best thinking. There’s food, drink, and plenty of background noise.”

Blackwall sat at the chair across from her, setting his elbows on the table and leaning forward. “And you get work done?” He looked around, seeing Sera balancing over the second floor railing as she listened to Maryden singing the opening verse of her namesake song. Blackwall chuckled, thinking that his friend was contemplating murder, of either the bard or her lute, or perhaps both.

“Sometimes I prefer the noise to absolute silence. Besides, all the tables at the library were full.” She rose and stretched, sighing in relief at the way her back popped and cracked. “Though I’m glad to see you, I was needing a break.”

He grinned, eyes watching the tantalizing curve of her body as she stretched further. “Glad to be of service.”

She rounded the table and cupped his face in her hand for a quick peck to his lips, moving away before he could deepen the kiss. “If I could employ your service for a while longer.”

“I’m all yours for the taking.”

Ravena smirked against his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair. “Be a dear and save my seat, will you? I’ve been needing a refill for at least the past hour.” She gently shoved his shoulder when he began to stand, more than likely offering to fetch her another glass of ale in her stead. “Nope, I need to move. I haven’t gotten up from this spot in ages and I’m feeling it.”

Blackwall watched as she made her way downstairs, occupying himself with reading the field notes she had left scattered on the tabletop, her usual elegant script cramped to fit the margins of the paper.

“Leave anything out in my report?” Blackwall jumped at the sound of her voice behind him, silently cursing the fact that she was so sneaky, even in a rowdy tavern.

“Didn’t mean to pry,” he started, watching as she plunked two tankards on the table in front of him, one that she had been drinking from and one she had bought for him.

“I don’t mind. Actually, I could use a second pair of eyes on it, make sure that my grammar is up to scholarly snuff. I’m helping out a colleague and it wouldn’t do to send sub-par papers.” Ravena moved to sit at her chair, but thought against it at the last minute, deciding that Blackwall’s knee was a far better perch.

And he didn’t have any objections, reaching out to draw her in closer, giving her a slight bounce on his lap until she was seated comfortably. “I thought you were working,” he teased, his hand resting comfortably at her hip.

“And I told you that I was overdue for a break,” she teased back, her hand moving from his shoulder to rub slow circles at his back. “And if I recall correctly, you said that you were mine for the taking.”

“That I did.” He ran his nose against hers. “Whatever shall you do with me, my lady?”

“I have a few ideas.” Reaching behind her, she grabbed her tankard. “But first, we should wait five more minutes. Someone downstairs requested seven rounds of Sera Was Never followed by one round of Scout Lace Harding and I want to be around to stop Sera from committing murder.”

He laughed as he reached for his own tankard, taking a deep drink. “If she makes to leap off the railing, you get to hold her back. You’re the faster of the two of us.”

#otp: the griffon and the raven #ravena trevelyan #thom rainier #blackwall #it has been AGES since I've written these two!#ladyeglantine

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rhetoricalrogue · 3 years

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1, 40, and 45 for Ravena/Blackwall, please!

Thanks! 💕

1. - How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Ravena usually falls asleep reading most nights. Blackwall makes sure to mark her place before moving the book to the nearby nightstand. On the rare occasion that she wakes up before he does, she likes to curl up against him and enjoy the quiet before falling back to sleep.

When he wakes up earlier than she does (which is often) Blackwall will wake her up with a kiss and coffee, fixed the way she likes it.

40. - Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

Their first cheese rolling festival was a memorable one. They made it halfway down the hill before both of them tripped and rolled most of the way down. Some of the contestants’ cheeses didn’t make it down the hill 100% whole and Blackwall was picking bits of it out of Rowena’s hair while they watched the rest of the festivities from the sidelines after spraining an ankle and bruising a knee, respectively.

45. - Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

Both of them would love to relax and see the world together. Biggest heartbreak was the whole Blackwall reveal and subsequent breakup/avoidance period afterwards. There’s a lot of regrets, especially when they find out that they were in the same city at the same time in the past and could have met sooner/changed the course their lives had taken, but they’re both glad that they met when they did and are happy with living the rest of their lives together.

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll tell you...

#ravena trevelyan #blackwall #otp: the griffon and the raven

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rhetoricalrogue · 3 years

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"things you said at the kitchen table" for Ravena/Blackwall since I'm in a DA mood! :D

Thank you for the ask! I went with a modern AU with these two, and then remembered that while she can cook the basics, Ravena should not be allowed inside a kitchen.

“This is inedible.”

Thom looked up from the morning paper and pushed his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Something wrong?” Whatever Ravena was cooking smelled...well, it wasn’t bad, just different.

“I think whoever wrote this recipe skipped several important steps,” she grumped, scaping a spatula through a mix of what looked like fried eggs and hashbrowns.

He rose from the kitchen table and made his way to the stove. “Come now, I’m sure we can save it,” he told her, wrapping an arm around her from behind and grabbing a fork with his free hand to sample what she had cooked.

“Thom, no!” Ravena smacked at his hand with her spatula, but it was too late.

He made a face. “Is that...what is that?”

“Cinnamon, sugar, and paprika,” she told him, watching as Thom moved away to grab at his coffee cup and take a drink to rinse the contrasting flavors from his mouth. “I was wary of the combo, especially with the garlic powder and red pepper flakes, but wanted to give it a chance.”

“Somehow I think the recipe writer blended two completely different recipes by mistake.” Thom watched as Ravena tried to pick at some of the skillet to see what was salvageable, but then wound up scraping the entire contents into the trash. “Here,” he told her, filling her mug with a fresh serving of coffee. “Keep my seat warm, will you?”

“I should have stuck with waffles,” she grumbled, flicking the paper open in annoyance. “I can make those in my sleep.”

“And I can make omelets in mine. Between the two of us, I think we can figure something out for breakfast.”

“I used the last of the eggs for that monstrosity.”

“Ah.” Thom went over to Ravena and pressed a kiss to her forehead before grabbing his phone. “Good thing there’s a diner that does delivery nearby.”

#otp: the griffon and the raven #ravena trevelyan #thom rainier #modern au #my writing #elmshore

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rhetoricalrogue · 3 years

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I was having Blackwall thoughts while trying to distract myself from a blood donation (those donation buses are COLD) and had the idea about WHAT IF Ravena and Thom had met when they were younger and in the same Orlesian city? From the way he describes himself, he would more than likely be an arrogant ass (and most likely told Ravena she wouldn’t have looked at him twice) but I think the mutual attraction would still be there and they most likely would have had an affair where both of them agreed that the sex was fantastic, but it’s not going anywhere more than two people scratching an itch and then going on their way. If they meet again, they may hook up later, but if not, it was a mutually enjoyable experience to remember fondly later.

And then the Cousins Trevelyan AU happens and Ravena’s an Inquisition agent sent out to use her skills to research artifacts and whatnot while still grieving her older cousin/mentor’s death at the Conclave. She happens to be in the party going in the Hinterlands to investigate the Warden rumor and...oh.

The beard is new, but she knows those eyes. She also knows that this man’s name is not Blackwall, but she’s curious and doesn’t say a word. Later, she does a little digging, maybe with Cousin Rolfe’s help, and goes oh again when she gets info on what Thom Rainier has been up to in the years since they spent a month or so together. She confronts him privately because she doesn’t believe in hiding things when she can see him visibly grasp at anything to keep Blackwall’s persona up in her presence (and it’s damn obvious he remembers who she is, which doesn’t make her preen AT ALL at the fact that she’s so memorable to him.) She tells him that his secret is safe with her because while he’s done some vile things between the time she left Orlais and the moment she met him again in the Hinterlands, she can see that he’s also done some good and is continuing to do good for the Inquisition.

Now with the elephant in the room addressed, he relaxes a lot more around her and oh no, that mutual attraction is still there. He’s hesitant to start anything because of the whole “you wouldn’t want to get tangled up with me, my lady” thing and she’s “I would very much like to get tangled up with you again” with the insinuation that this is them picking up the no-strings sex arrangement some fifteen or so years after their last encounter.

And then feelings happen. And the grand reveal. And all three of her cousins going “WTF ‘VENA, you know but didn’t tell us?!?” and more feelings.

#things I think of to distract myself #otp: the griffon and the raven

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rhetoricalrogue · 3 years

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Ooo, 6 for Ravena/Blackwall or Rolfe/Cassandra please!

Thank you for the ask! I went with Blackwall and Ravena for this one.

Things said under the stars and in the grass

“I cannot get this damned thing to work!” Ravena held her palms on top of her head and scowled at the astarium.

“You’ll get it eventually,” Blackwall reassured her, looking up from the small campfire he’d made for them before getting up and rechecking the lines of rope holding their tent upright.

“Not before this thing drives me utterly mad. I’ve tried every combination I can think of and nothing!”

He made a quiet hmm noise before heading over to her. “Do you mind?” he asked, reaching out and setting his palm on her hip to draw her close enough to kiss her temple.

Ravena blew out an exasperated breath. “Help yourself,” she told him, leaning against him and resting her head against his shoulder.

“Now, we know that these are constellations, yes?” He didn’t wait for her nod, just concentrated on the astarium in front of them. “And past globes have been linked to different constellations seen overhead from each astarium’s location.”

“That hasn’t been verified, but…”

He reached out and pressed a finger over her lip, grinning when she playfully nipped at it with her teeth. “Humor me, my lady. You get grumpy when you’re stumped.” Holding her closer, he tipped his head upwards and studied the night sky. Luckily, it was a clear night and there were a number of stars twinkling overhead.

“This is a nice view,” she commented.

“Especially since the Storm Coast decided not to live up to its name and give us a reprieve from the wet weather?”

Ravena laughed. “Especially that. I don’t know if I could stand another day hiking while soaked to the bone.” She looked up at him and watched as he stared intently at the stars above them. “This is a nice view too.”

He didn’t look away, but the small smile that peeked out from behind his beard told her he’d heard her. “Perhaps once we solve this puzzle, I’ll give you a better one,” he teased. Letting her go, Blackwall studied the astarium before them, his fingers shifting pieces every so often. Ravena watched as he paused in his work to consult the sky, much like she had, but unlike her attempts, pieces moved more easily until the astrolabe type apparatus moved on its own, a beam of light shooting out from it towards a spot on the horizon.

“You did it!” Ravena scrambled to grab her tools and notebook to capture the light’s trajectory before it faded, madly scribbling down angles and adding a rough sketch of the area in front of her.

“We did it. You were on the right track, but there was a line here and there out of place. See?” Blackwall waited until she was finished making her notes before pointing up. “The Maiden.”

She let out a breath. “It’s a good thing that I have you here,” she told him, smiling as she put her notebook away. “You have a keen eye, especially since Beliltanus has so many points. You made it look easy.”

He reached out to her, holding her hands in his own. “Maybe I wanted to impress you.”

“And you did.” She gave him a wink before pulling him closer to her, wiggling her hands out of his grasp so she could slide them up his chest and across his shoulders. “I do believe you said something about giving me a better view once this was solved?”

Blackwall winked at her. “That I did.” He laughed at her little yelp of surprise when he scooped her into his arms and made his way towards their tent. “Though I think the view I’ll have will be far superior, love.”

#otp: the griffon and the raven #ravena trevelyan #ladyeglantine

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rhetoricalrogue · 5 years

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Also, because I love and really miss Revena and Blackwall, would you consider writing #115 "I let you win" from the drabble prompts list??? Please and thank you!

Thank you! I decided to go with Ravena as a Companion for this one.

Blackwall looked up from the small campfire he had built next to the astrarium Ravena was currently hunched over. Every so often she would exclaim in triumph before quickly cursing as whatever item she tried to line up didn’t match the rest of the puzzle she was working on.

“Problems?”

She straightened up and impatiently blew a lock of hair out of her face that had escaped her bun. “Minor temporary setback.”

“The entire puzzle was wrong from the start?”

Ravena stomped over to their campsite and sat down next to him. “You don’t have to sound so smug about it.”

“Not smug, my lady.” He handed her a freshly poured tin mug of coffee. It was getting late in the evening, but the two of them shared an affinity for the stuff. Having a cup or two to round out the day had quickly become an evening ritual for them as they traveled together. “Merely repeating a hunch I had when you started.”

Ravena grumbled from behind her mug as she sipped, irritation sloughing off at the first taste of coffee. “We have to be missing something. We’ve been at this stupid puzzle for hours already.”

“The first one we came across didn’t give you much trouble.”

“I’m positive that was the creator’s design: make them look simple to draw folk in and then throw a bunch of problems their way once they were hooked.” Stretching her long legs out, Ravena thumbed through the battered little notebook she kept on her at all times. Blackwall wasn’t quite sure what she was taking notes on, but she would often pull it out to scribble a line or two here and there as they traveled the now-secure Hinterlands. “From what the Herald wrote, there’s more of these things on the Storm Coast. Hopefully they’re not as frustrating to unlock as these are proving to be.”

“Perhaps all you need is a break. Here, I may not be the most brilliant of companions, but I can at least tend a few sausages on an open fire and make sure you don’t starve while you unlock the secrets to the universe.”

Ravena laughed. “I highly doubt that these are keys to something so vast, though I do have to wonder what exactly they lead to.” She took an offered plate from Blackwall and chewed thoughtfully. While their fare was simple, the sausages were well-cooked and the bread they were sandwiched between was toasted just the way she liked. “And don’t say you aren’t smart, you were the one to figure out where exactly the first one was pointing towards.”

Blackwall was silent as they ate. Ravena liked that about him: he was a man of few words, and even though sometimes it felt as if he was evading her more probing questions or purposely giving vague replies, she enjoyed his company.

She stole a glance at his profile, lit as it was by the campfire. The fact that he was an attractive looking man as well as a competent traveling companion made being stumped by potentially ancient puzzles far more bearable. “Why don’t we have a little wager on who the first one who cracks the code will be?”

Blackwall’s eyebrow rose. “Oh? And what does the loser have to do?”

Ravena tapped her fingernails against the metal mug in her hand. “Dinner detail for the next campsite?”

He grinned. “You say that just because you like the way I make coffee.” He leaned back on his hands. “I never thought you’d be the competitive sort.”

She laughed. “You just haven’t gotten to know me yet.”

“I guess not. But,” The look he gave her made butterflies dance about in her stomach. “I’d like to.”

Ravena couldn’t help the blush she felt spread over her cheeks. “I’d like that too.”

He leaned towards her before the sound of a fennec running towards some nearby bushes made them both jump. “Well, shall I try my luck at this puzzle?”

“By all means, have at it. I’m going to write a report to send back to Haven before we lose the last bits of daylight.”

It wasn’t even twenty minutes later when, deep in a letter that her cousin Rolfe had somehow managed to find time to write to her about the many little tidbits of gossip he had overheard while in Haven, Ravena saw a bright flash of light out of the corner of her eye, Blackwall’s shout of triumph soon following.

“How did you manage to do that?” She asked, frantically standing up to capture the direction to the next astrarium before the light faded.

“You were on the right track, I just moved around some of your points.” Blackwall was pulling out his own compass. “I don’t know how far away that is, but we can make for due east from the treeline.”

“Do you think it’s very far?”

“Probably not worth breaking our necks wandering about in the dark. The rifts may be sealed, but that doesn’t mean other threats won’t be around. I say we wait until daybreak to travel.”

“It’s a good idea.”

“What, no arguments? We could have broken an ancient code just now.”

“It’s ancient, Blackwall. I think it will keep for another few hours.” Ravena went over to the astrarium to look at the exposed constellation, sketching it in her notebook. “Oh, for the Maker’s sake, I was off by this much!”

“Fair’s fair.” Now Blackwall was definitely smug. “I do believe that makes me the winner.”

She frowned. “I let you win.”

“Mmm hm. And what, my lady, does the winner receive?”

She tipped her head up and looked him in the eye. “We didn’t specify. Bragging rights?”

“Shame. And here I was hoping for a kiss from the loser.”

Ravena smirked, enjoying their banter. It was so easy to flirt with him and she enjoyed the fact that he gave as good as he got. “Perhaps,” she started, taking a step closer to him. “You should wager that reward on the next puzzle we come across.”

“Perhaps I shall. Until then…”. Ravena couldn’t help but close her eyes at the low rumble of his voice and the heat she could feel radiating from how close he was to her. “How about another cup of coffee?”

She opened her eyes in time to see him wink at her before he made his way back to their camp.

“I would love some.”

Drabble challenge

#my writing #ravena trevelyan #otp: the griffon and the raven #blackwall/trevelyan

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rhetoricalrogue · 5 years

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Morning kisses for Ravena and Blackwall, please :)

Thank you! Setting this in the Cousins Trevelyan AU where Ravena is an agent instead of the Inquisitor and post-Revelations.

The sound of songbirds outside a bedroom window would usually be a clear indication that it was time to get up and start the day. Usually a somewhat early riser, Thom clamped his eyes shut even tighter, resisting the urge to throw a boot towards the window to frighten the early morning intruders away. He and Ravena has only gotten into Skyhold at an hour that would have been considered either extremely late or extremely early. There had been talk of camping for the night along the road, but both of them had enough of hard packed ground to sleep on and decided the comfort of an actual bed was worth traveling in the dark for.

And Maker, it felt nice to be in their own little room situated off the gardens again after weeks on the road. The Inquisitor had them out searching for shard fragments, hidden Astrariums, and all sorts of ruins, looking for things that would aid their fight against Corypheus. While this was right up Ravena’s alley and he was more than happy to accompany his lady wherever they were tasked to go, it also felt good to come home and rest. He also knew full well that coming home would only mean that Ravena would need to be dragged away from her desk where she’d be busily cataloging all their findings, but at least here he’d have the help of her cousins to remind her to come up for air.

But right now, all he wanted to do was sleep. His bed partner must have had the same idea - bless her, but she was a veritable bear before her first cup of coffee - because Ravena made some sort of intelligible grumble and curled closer to him.

“I’m going to kill those birds Cole keeps feeding.”

Thom chuckled at the slurred declaration, blearily opening an eye to look at his beloved. Ravena’s hair was in a sleep tousled mess, her face barely visible amid the tangled strands. The blanket covering them had slipped, baring one naked shoulder to his view.

“You have to get up in order to do that,” he grunted, sleepily running his hand along her cheek to push some hair out of the way for a morning kiss. The combination of him being still sleep-clumsy and Ravena snuggling in closer meant that he missed her lips entirely, his mouth hitting her chin instead.

Ravena stretched, her leg draping over his hip. “Don’t want to. Too comfortable.”

He made a noise of agreement, pulling her closer until her head was resting on his chest and her arms were wrapped around him. “Five more minutes.”

“Five more hours.”

Thom, already starting to doze off, pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “I won’t argue with that.”

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rhetoricalrogue · 5 years

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So small random question. and this might sound repeat. But what happens when ravena and blackwall gets a few baby dragons and they imprint on her so basically they are following them both and refuse to leave

Thanks for the ask!

Well, for one, Bull and the Chargers become honorary aunts and uncles and discover that raising dragons > fighting them. I’m betting there’s a few stern words about scorching Blackwall’s woodworking projects, and there was an occasion where Ravena went into full conniptions after several books got severely toasted, courtesy of a toddler dragonling (toddler? Puppy? Idk) that Blackwall had to reassure the lil’ guy that Ravena didn’t mean to raise her voice, but maybe next time don’t get so close to her library, okay?

There’s also a quip about “when I said we could see about getting a dog, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

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rhetoricalrogue · 6 years

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In the snow or No reason at all for Ravena/Blackwall, please? :)

Thank you for the ask! Set post-Inquisition era, either in the Cousins Trevelyan or the Griffon and the Raven timelines.

Winter was one of Ravena’s favorite seasons. There was something calming about sitting inside while snow gently fell, the crackling of a fire and the scratch of her pen against paper as she wrote notes about the manuscript she was studying the only noises breaking the silence that had fallen over the little cottage she and Thom were staying in while she worked on a large restoration project. Ravena normally took commissions to restore manuscripts that could be shipped to their home in Tantervale, but the pieces she had been tasked to repair by the local university were far too delicate for travel.

She stopped writing as the back door creaked open, Thom stomping snow off his boots at the threshold. He paused long enough to remove his coat and hang it on one of the pegs near the door before heading in to the living area. “Ah, it’s warmer in here than it is out there,” he commented, bending at the hearth to check the supply of firewood he’d neatly stacked there that morning. “The wood I finished cutting should make a good dent in replacing what we’ll be using while we’re here.”

“Coffee?” She didn’t really need to ask; she picked up the carafe and poured a second mug she had thought to bring out with the coffee service, anticipating him wanting something to warm him up after being outside for so long.

“Thanks.” Thom remained standing near the fire, setting his mug on the mantelpiece after a few sips in favor of warming his hands near the flames. “Going to start blowing in hard pretty soon: good thing the university isn’t expecting you to come in tomorrow. Roads will probably be impassable before nightfall.”

Ravena looked out the nearby window. She must have lost track of time again - while the snow was still falling quietly outside, it had built up quite a bit more than she realized as she had worked. “So we’ll be snowed in,” she said, turning towards him with a mischievous smile on her face.

Thom’s eyebrow rose as he grinned in reply. “Looks that way, my lady.”

Ravena closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his, his mustache tickling her nose. He settled his hands on her hips. “Whatever was that for?” he teased, leaning back into her for another kiss.

“Nothing special.” Ravena let her hands drift up over the planes of his chest and shoulders before idly running her fingers through his hair. Giving a dramatic sigh, she looked towards the window again. “But Thom, just what will we do, all alone with no way of leaving the house?”

Thom watched as Ravena couldn’t hold her worried expression for long, her lips curving upwards into a smile that warmed him far more than the fire or the coffee ever could. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, tipping her face up to his. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

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rhetoricalrogue · 6 years

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Hush or Congrats for Ravena/Blackwall, please :)

Thank you for the ask! I went with the Cousins Trevelyan AU where Ravena’s a companion for this one, and I managed to get both prompts into one story! Set post-Revelations, roughly around late 9:42 or early 9:43 Dragon.

Send me a "Hush" and I'll write a drabble about one character comforting the other (from fear or grief)

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The light and the sound of birdsong filtering in through the bedroom window woke Thom. He and Ravena had been traveling for the past few weeks on Inquisition business that just so happened to take them close enough to Tantervale to take a detour and spend a few days at the home Ravena owned before they began the trip back towards Skyhold. Ravena had written Inquisitor Lavellan with the news of their prolonged stay out in the field as well as a brief report of their findings, so the two of them didn’t feel guilty at all for taking some much-needed time for themselves.

They had to make do with some travel rations for dinner since the shops had closed long before they had arrived that first night, but a trip to the market before breakfast the next day had seen them set up with enough food to last for the duration of their stay. Most of the morning and early afternoon had been spent airing out the place: opening windows and removing dust cloths and taking stock of the non-perishable items left in the kitchen larder. It was a comfortable house, modestly furnished and decorated, yet full of little bits and pieces of Ravena’s past that she’d been all too happy to share with him. True to nature, most, if not all of the keepsakes she had on display had a story to them and Thom was looking forward to eventually hearing them all.

The evening had been spent preparing a simple dinner together and retiring to a sitting room after, Thom starting a fire in the hearth while Ravena had gone downstairs to the cellar to bring up a bottle of wine from her collection.

“It’s from my second oldest brother’s wedding,” Ravena had explained, pouring a glass for them both before snuggling up on the settee with him. “I’ve been collecting wines made in important years for my family - birthdays, weddings, that sort of thing. It’s somewhat silly, but when I drink this, I can remember just how Robert had laughed as he and Maria danced their first dance as a married couple. It was spring and she had orange blossoms in her hair. It was a good day.”

He’d draped his arm around her and held her close. “Nothing silly about it,” he’d told her. “It’s always good to be able to relive happy memories.”

She had leaned against him then. “One of these days, I’m going to have to put a bottle in my collection for you.”

“I’d like that.”

They’d spent the remainder of the evening there enjoying the other’s company before finally heading up to bed. The following days had fallen into a similar pattern: morning walks to the market, afternoons exploring the city, and evenings wrapped up in the other’s arms. Thom never thought that he’d be content with something so simple, but he could easily see them settling into a routine just like this: time spent in the city broken up with time spent on the road on archaeological expeditions or in other cities. Instead of the dread he had often felt in his youth at the idea of such domesticity, he welcomed it, if only because it would be spent with Ravena at his side.

Speaking of, Thom scrubbed at his face with one hand while reaching out for her with the other. Stubble scraped at his palm as he did so, a reminder of the beard he was starting to regrow, and he shifted over to face Ravena’s side of the bed when he hadn’t made contact with her. Normally she was the type to enjoy sleeping in as often as she could, and he was usually the first to wake. That morning, the sheets next to him were cool to the touch and Ravena was nowhere to be found. Rolling out of bed, Thom scooped up his pants from the floor and threw on a shirt before quietly making his way downstairs.

The lower floor of the house was just as silent as the upper one had been. Thom looked around for a possible note Ravena may have left for him before going off on whatever errand she had that morning, but he hadn’t found one. Another oddity was the fact that the kitchen was untouched - the coffee that she usually made before doing anything else for the day still undisturbed in its tin.

“Ravena?” It wasn’t too terribly late in the morning, and a quick look out the kitchen window saw that the small courtyard garden was unoccupied. “Are you here?” He tried not to make a big deal of it; Ravena was a grown woman fully capable of going where she pleased without having to inform him of her every move and Thom was a grown man who didn’t need to be tied to his lady’s hip every second of the day, but the small, uncharacteristic details he had come across and the too-quiet of the house left him uneasy.

The silence was broken by a faint sniffling noise coming from the one room in the house that Ravena hadn’t opened up or explained to him. Respecting her privacy, and knowing that she had once shared the home with her cousin Henri, he hadn’t pressed her for details. It may have been a while since the death of her mentor at the Conclave, but Thom didn’t think that Ravena had ever truly given herself an opportunity to grieve, pushing her own feelings aside in favor of making sure that the Inquisition was prepared to use all the arcane shards they had been combing most of Southern Thedas the past few years for. In fact, knowing Ravena, she had used helping the Inquisition as a way to avoid processing Henri’s death for as long as she could.

“Ravena?” He carefully pushed the door open, his nose twitching at the scent of long-settled dust. He found her sitting on the floor near the foot of the bed, the trunk in front of her open and several books stacked up close by.

“We’re leaving this afternoon,” she explained, wiping at her cheeks with one hand while she held a rolled up bundle close to her chest with her other. “I didn’t want to leave without…” Her lip trembled and she hugged the bundle closer to her. “I never got the chance to say goodbye.”

Thom knelt beside her, his fingers brushing away fresh tears. “What can I do?”

She leaned into his hand and closed her eyes. “You’re here, that’s all.” She placed what he had mistook as a wadded up bag or piece of clothing in her lap. Now that he could see it better, he recognized it as a rolled up set of field tools, much like the set that Ravena had. “Henri could be the most disorganized person I ever knew with everything else, but when it came to his tools and his research, everything was meticulously put in place. He taught me that no matter what else is going on, the tools that a researcher relied on needed to be ready to go at any moment.”

She laughed, her fingers gently running along the leather case. “Most of that was because he never knew when he’d get into a discussion with another scholar and he needed to be able to pull out reference materials to back up his arguments.”

“You haven’t spoken much about him.”

“I haven’t gotten the nerve to,” she confessed. “If I did, then I’d have to speak of him in the past tense. I’d have to recognize that he was gone and I haven’t been ready to do that. Henri was...is such a large part of my life. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without his help and I don’t want to let him go just yet. I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”

Thom reached out and pulled her close. Ravena went willingly, burying her face against his neck and her hands clutching at the back of his shirt. “The people we lose never really leave,” he said, his hands running down her back in slow, soothing sweeps. “We carry them with us everywhere we go, from the lessons they taught us or when we see something that reminds us of them.” He pulled back enough to look her in the eye. “You don’t have to let him go if that’s what you want. No one is allowed to tell you how to grieve or how you’re supposed to remember him.”

She moved away to put the books she had taken out back where she had found them, pausing over Henri’s work tools before placing them back in the trunk as well, her hands pressing the lid of the trunk closed. “He was a cousin that I’d rarely had dealings with before going into the Chantry. He didn’t have to, but he took me under his wing and gave me opportunities I wouldn’t have had otherwise.” Ravena stood up and hugged herself, her fingers digging into her elbows.

“Henri saved my life in more ways than he’ll ever know. I was young, alone in a place far from home and friends and unhappy to be there. My relationship, if you could even call it that, with Simon had just ended and I felt hopeless. Had Henri not come into my life when he had, I don’t know how I would have ended up.” She looked down at him before holding out her hands to help Thom get to his feet. “He was my dearest friend and I’ll forever be grateful for getting the chance to know him.”

Thom was about to ask her if there was anything that he could do to comfort her, but she spoke again. “You’re right, you know,” she said. “Henri may be dead, but he’s not gone. Just like I’ve left my mark on this place and others we’ve been to, he’s done the same. He’ll always be here.” Ravena pressed her hand to her chest. “Just like he’ll always be here.”

He reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist. “When you’re ready, I’d like to get to know him.”

Ravena took a breath. “Thank you.” She closed the scant distance between them and pressed her lips against his. “I think that the two of you would have gotten along rather well. Henri would have liked you very much.”

They were silent for a while before Ravena spoke again. “Come on, we really should get started closing the house back up before we leave.” She took Thom’s hand and the two of them left the room, Ravena closing the door behind them. “I don’t know when I’d be able to come back, but I’d like it if you’d come home with me.”

He nodded. “I’d like that. It would feel good to have a place to come home to after everything is said and done.” He helped Ravena pull the dust cloths they had folded out of the closet and the two of them began to recover furniture. Ravena was in the middle of checking the windows to make sure they were all securely locked when Thom stopped her.

“What is it?”

“I was going to save this for later, but I think this would be a good time.” He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine. “I picked it up the last time we went to the market.” It was one that they both favored, and Thom pointed out the year. When he saw her puzzled expression, he explained.

“It’s the year we met. I did some thinking about when the exact day was, and we just recently passed our one-year anniversary.”

Her confused look deepened. “Thom, we’ve known the other for much longer than that.”

He shook his head. “No. You knew the Warden Blackwall for that first year. This,” he pointed at the date, “this was when you met Thom Rainier.”

“Oh.” Ravena held the bottle close to her chest and smiled. “Come with me.” Taking his hand, she led him down to the cellar. They stopped at the stairs long enough to light a small lantern to take with them so they wouldn’t trip in the dark, and Thom followed her, listening as she pointed out different years and vintages in her collection and what various bottles represented. He held the lantern for her as she made room for the newest addition.

“There,” she said, dusting off her hands. “Now we have to come back; I’m looking forward to seeing what a few years does for us.”

He picked up by her tone that she wasn’t just referring to how the wine was going to age. Thom cupped her cheek with his free hand before tilting his head to kiss her. “As am I.”

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rhetoricalrogue · 6 years

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Might I humbly request 'grab' from the prompts list for Ravena and Blackwall? I have not bugged you about them in forever and I kind of love them too. :) Please and thank you!

Thank you! I haven’t written anything in forever, so this is a bit rough. I’m using the Cousins Trevelyan timeline for this where Ravena’s a companion instead of the Herald.

Apologies for the length, I’m on mobile and Read More breaks aren’t cooperating.

Send me a “Grab” and I’ll write a drabble about one character grabbing the other and kissing them

Blackwall thought it was endearing to see Ravena in her element. Inquisitor Lavellan had invited them to accompany her to Val Royeaux to shop for supplies before heading back fo Skyhold to decide on a new area to explore for rifts, hoping that working in Orlais would gain the Inquisition the reputation they needed to be invited to the Empress’ ball. Elora had given her party leave to wander the marketplace on their own, everyone agreeing to meet up at a designated time at the front gates. He was still uncomfortable as ever being anywhere in Orlais, but he took some solace in the fact that in the few years that he had been away, no one seemed to recognize him on sight.

He was grateful, but at the same time, the remnant of the ego that he figured would always be with him from the Thom Rainier he once had been was a smidge bit resentful of the lack of even a single double take or suspicious sideways glance. Not for the first time that day, he studiously ignored his unreasonably irritated pride, deciding to focus on his lady instead.

After purchasing an armor upgrade schematic from one of the vendors for himself and a new dagger design for Ravena - both of them had agreed that either Dagna or Harritt could produce far better results with the resources they had than what was displayed for sale - the two of them had wandered hand in hand around the various stalls, taking their time and simply enjoying the other’s company.

Now, they were in a secluded bookshop off the beaten trail whose existence Blackwall hadn’t been aware of. Ravena seemed to know the owner from some research she had previously done and the two of them were chatting away like old friends over a certain manuscript that her late cousin had ordered but never gotten around to picking up. There was still a sadness in Ravena’s voice whenever she spoke of Henri, but once the owner had learned of his death, he had presented the book to her, refusing any payment she had offered. Even amid the tearful thanks Ravena gave the owner, Blackwall was happy to hear her laugh as they shifted the topic of their conversation onto happier memories of her cousin.

Judging by the dip in candle wax from the nearby sconce, they’d been in the shop for the better part of an hour. Blackwall spent his time scanning the shelves and randomly picking out books to flip through, but his attention was always drawn away from the words on the page by the sound of Ravena’s voice. Her Marcher accent all but disappeared, yet her fluent Orlesian never hit the same highborn pitch he’d come to expect from the nobility he’d dealt with over the years, almost as if they were holding their noses at the thought of speaking to anyone lower in status than themselves. It was very easy to forget that his lady was not only a noted scholar in her own right, but nobility herself. The only times she had ever invoked her status as the daughter of Bann Trevelyan was to help the Inquisition, although she often spoke of her family fondly. Judging by what she had told him of her father, Richard Trevelyan held little, if any, airs about him. Blackwall wished that more noblemen would act that way.

“Were you ready to go?” Blackwall looked up from the book he’d been staring at but not really reading for the past few minutes to find Ravena standing beside him, carefully tucking her leatherbound book into the small satchel she had brought with her.

He placed his book back on the shelf where he had found it. “Only if you are.”

The two of them waved goodbye to the shop owner and made their way back into the bright daylight of the market square. He slowed down when Ravena suddenly tugged on his hand, tilting his head in silent question as she led them towards a garden space and into a small shaded building. The place was commonly known as a lover’s alcove, and it was one of the many that littered Val Royeaux’s districts. He’d never been in one himself, but he knew what they were for.

And while he knew that lovers often used the darkened corners for quick trysts, he was expecting Ravena to pull him in there for a private word with him away from the bustling afternoon crowd. The sudden shift of her hand slipping out of his to grab at the collar of his shirt and pull him into a passionate kiss took him by some surprise, his back hitting the stone wall behind them with a slight grunt as he kissed her back.

“Not that I don’t appreciate it,” he said, tilting his head to press a kiss against the line of her jaw before returning to her lips, “but what’s the occasion?”

Ravena brushed her nose affectionately against his, her fingers twining through his hair. “I just wanted to thank you, is all. We were in that shop for quite some time; I didn’t want you thinking that I had forgotten about you.”

Blackwall grinned before pulling her flush against him. “If this is to happen every time we wander into a bookshop, I’ll be more than happy to accompany you to every one in town.”

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rhetoricalrogue · 6 years

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Can I ask 1, 2, and 3 for Ravena and Blackwall, please and thank you? 😄

Thanks for the asks!

1. Who kisses the other on the nose and the one receiving the kiss blushes?Ravena is usually the cool, calm and collected type, but gosh, she wasn’t expecting the nose kiss and just melts into a blushing puddle any time Blackwall does it, which is more than likely why he does it when she least expects them.

2. Who sits on their partner’s lap as they wrap their arms around their partners neck?Ravena. She’s always perching on countertops or sofa arms, so it comes as no surprise that she likes sitting in Blackwall’s lap over the empty chair or couch cushion right next to him. It isn’t much of a hardship for him to deal with her snuggled up to him either.

3. Who kisses the inside of their partner’s palm before reassuring them everything is going to be okay?60/40 ratio of Ravena to Blackwall. They’re usually holding hands, so it’s very easy to bring the other’s hand up for a kiss, although Blackwall tends to kiss the backs of her knuckles where she goes for the inside of his palm.

Fluffy OTP Questions

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rhetoricalrogue · 6 years

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11 or 47 for Ravena and Blackwall, please! :)

Thank you for the ask! I went with #11 - heartbeat for this one. It takes place after meeting with Hawke’s Warden contact and before the events at Adamant Fortress.

Mockingbird, mockingbird, quiet and still.

The road ahead of him was quiet, his boots crunching in the gravel of the road as he approached a burning carriage.

What do you see at the top of that hill?

Bile rose at his throat as he saw the pale, lifeless hand hanging out of the window, fingers already picked to the bone. Even from several feet away, the scent of blood was thick in the air.

Can you see up? Can you see down?

Thom Rainier closed his eyes, the feel of coin in his pocket heavier than it should be. He couldn’t stop his feet from taking him closer, the sound of little children singing ringing in his ears. He knelt at the carriage, reaching out to tuck the exposed hand back inside the carriage. Their deaths were his doing, the least he could do was make sure that carrion birds didn’t chew on the lady’s fingers any more than they already had.

He shouted as the hand suddenly gripped his with a strength that no mortal could possess. Struggling did no good, but his rapid scrabble backwards did pull the body out of the carriage. Thom’s eyes widened as he recognized the body not as Callier’s wife, but Ravena. He looked on in horror as Ravena opened her bloodstained mouth and hissed at him.

“Can you see the dead things all about town?”

“No!” Breathing harshly, Thom bolted up in bed, his hand rubbing at his right wrist as if to scrub the phantom sensation of skeletal fingers holding him prisoner.

“Thom?” He jumped at the feel of gentle hands on his arm, the stench of death still in his nose. Ravena, eyes still sleep-heavy and hair mussed, leaned up on one arm and reached for him. “Are you alright?”

He bent his knees and rested his forehead on them. Running a shaky hand through his hair, he concentrated on trying to calm his rapid heart. “A nightmare, nothing more.”

She sat up with him. “The false Calling?”

He nodded. As usual, the lie was easier to admit than the truth. “It seemed so real.” That was the truth; he hadn’t dealt with nightmares of that day as often of late, but it never failed that when he did, it felt as if he was right back there, unable to change the events that had happened.

Ravena wrapped her arms around him, her head on his shoulder. “It wasn’t real. You’re here in Skyhold, and you’re safe.” She gently tugged at him until they were lying down. “And you’re with me.”

Thom closed his eyes as he settled against her, his cheek sliding on the silk of her nightgown. He had no right to seek solace from the guilt that plagued him, but it didn’t stop him from holding her close.

Her fingers swept through his hair. “Sleep,” she murmured, dropping a kiss to the crown of his head. “I’ll keep your nightmares at bay.”

He wanted to tell her that it was an impossible task for her to undertake, but just like everything else that he wanted to tell her, he kept it locked behind closed lips, turning his face to kiss the comforting beat of her heart that beat close to his ear.

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