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@many-tales-told asked: '' tell me if something's bothering you. '' - Fin & Siraj

She had been distant. She knew that. But no matter how hard she tried to hide it, hide everything, he always saw right through her. Her lips parted to speak, but her heart couldn’t find the words. Her desk was littered with papers; condolence letters, replies for reinforcement, and so many other things that she was afraid could not be handled. Fin was leaning over the desk instead of sitting in the chair like she normally would be. That was probably the other thing that tipped him off. 

“I think...” her hands balled into fists as she stood straight this time. “I think I’m dying...” The thought of looking at him right at that moment took the life out of her. Finduilas couldn’t imagine the pain that might come over him or the any of the other emotions that he may be feeling. She knew exactly what hers were, and they were her burden to bear. “The anchor is growing...spreading up my arm and I...” she shook her head and stood up straight before pacing in front of the giant desk.

“No one knows how or why...Solas teeters around it like I’m a fragile child and won’t tell me what he actually thinks is wrong or how I could possibly fathom to stop it...and I don’t-” she can’t do it. To lose him, for him to lose her? It was too much for her heart to take. “...I’m scared and I don’t know what to do next...I can’t tell them...I-I can’t...I didn’t want to tell you...but I love you a-and you deserve to know...”

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@many-tales-told asked ;; [ sleep ] – for your muse to fall asleep on mine - Let Siraj snuggle-sleep with Fin please

The days on the road had been exhausting for everyone. Thankfully, though, her advisors and guard shifts had been able to get their sleep here and there, but Finduilas had kept an eye on the roads all day and night. Which means Siraj did too. Camp was set up, thankfully, by Dorian and his quick magic, a wink was given and he fucked right off for the night to snuggle Seraphim in the tent just a ways away. 

The blonde elvhen giggled softly and found her way inside, only to find Siraj already down for the count on their cot. Yes, their cot. She had allowed him every opportunity to be with her on missions. As he had said before, they were a team; there was no more leaving him behind to make sure he was safe. 

Removing the plate from her Keeper armor, the lithe body slid into bed right next to him, arms adjusting her blankets, pillows, and everything in between. Fin was just about to grab some more paperwork to work on while she still had some consciousness about her, but his hands knocked it all away, causing her to giggle, as he wormed his way against her chest, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. 

“Well...that’s one way to tell me I’m done with work, vhenan.” She chuckled softly, watching as he came to rest; his head against her chest, arms holding her tight, and legs twining almost instantly as if to lock her in place. “Let’s get some sleep....we’ll need it for the morning.” Her hand very delicately began to thread through his curly trusses, massaging at his scalp while the other began to dance along his skin, hoping to lull him further into sleep. 

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“For just a few hours, stay out of trouble, okay?” - Siraj to Fin

“Me? Get into trouble?” The elvhen looked over to her companion and gave a bit of a knowing grin, unable to help herself as she wrinkles her nose at him. “I haven’t the faintest idea of what you speak of, vhenan. I have the most squeaky clean of records, don’t you know?” With a bump of her elbow against his arm, the blonde looks forwards and into the city, wondering what it was she could possibly do to muck this up. “I can’t promise I won’t make my own fun, though. Besides...trouble is entertaining. Keeps you chasing after me, right?” 

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“ turn the pain into power. ” - Fin/Siraj

Days like this were absolutely unbearable. The Anchor had kept her up all night, sparking, crackling, and burning as if she had stuck her entire forearm into a blazing fire. The elven woman was curled into a ball, her arm hugged into her body and buried under the covers. Maybe applying enough pressure would help it go away. Every so often the crackling would rip through her appendage, causing a great deal of pain. Enough so that she cried out on one occasion. Fin buried her face into her pillow to try and silence herself. The last thing that the Inquisitor wanted was to wake her companions, her people, or her advisors. 

The sound of her door opening and closing fell on deaf ears. The footsteps up her stairs were missed as well as all she could focus on was trying to calm the sparking and pain from her arm. But as a body joined her in bed and a hand found her cheek, did the elf crack her eyes to see the curly haired man of her dreams leaning over her. Her lashes flutter over her eyes as he just sits there, and as his words find her ears, does a soft, pained smile find her lips. He always knew exactly what to say. A few tears fall from her eyes; while still in pain, she was happy to have him near. 

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i need you here, with me. - Siraj + Fin

The sheer thought of not being by the Rivaini’s side sent an ache in her chest. They’d become so close, had done so much adventuring together. It was honestly unbearable to have her life be any other way. The way he held her tight, or kissed her so lovingly...it would leave a hole in her heart if anything ever happened to him. A lithe hand reaches out and takes hold of his, fingers twining between his as if they were meant to fill the spaces perfectly, and with a soft squeeze, does she look up to him once more. 

“I’m not going anywhere...not now, not ever.” Fin would do the best she could, would fight as hard as she could, with or without the use of her magic. “You’re stuck with me until the end of the line. I promise.” A softer grin is given as she raises the hand she holds, and with a few presses of her lips against his knuckles, do those verdant orbs find him yet again. “Try as they might, no enemy of ours will ever bring me down.” 

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“Something else I can help with?” - Siraj + Finduilas

“I’m not sure there’s anything left, vhenan.” Finduilas grinned as she looked over the reports that were currently drying, all the bundles of coin that were separated out, and each little ‘thank you’ gift for those of their allies in which granted them aide during their round of the ‘Grand Game’ while in Halamshiral. All the hand written notes and cards were ready to go. The hand without the anchor was covered in ink smudges and wax. She was quite sure that there might’ve been a bigger mess around that she was forgetting about. 

“Thank you for everything, Siraj.” Her voice is soft as she leans over and kisses him on the cheek as her anchored hand gives his a squeeze. “I don’t know if I’d have as much free time as I do now if it weren’t for you.” Even though he had things of his own to do, the fact that he dropped most things to help her if she needed it made her heart feel so full. Never before had she had someone care for her as he did, and every day she grew more and more thankful. “Now, is there anything I can do in return for you?” Did he need new armor? Clothes? Maybe some more reading materials? Whatever it was, though, Finduilas was more than happy to get it for him.

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“ trust me ” - Siraj/Fin

Unnatural verdant green find those of his brighter baubles. They search for any other explanation, and though her heart races with anxiety in her chest, Finduilas releases his hand from her death grip, but lets her fingers linger along his skin. A shaky sigh leaves her lips and she can’t help but nod her head.

“I do...I always have...” Her voice was soft, audible for only the two of them to hear. She has no idea what he has planned, so this is her way of saying that she does, even if it may be something dangerous, something reckless, or something absolutely ridiculous, there’s no way that she would deny him this. Her faith in him never waned.