#so he can swoop in & appear from thin air like a normal cookie

[notshadowfaerie]

I saw this on my recommended :0

Anyways, if White Lily is literally right there, then where’s silent salt?

waiting pt. 24

[retjia]

Letters of Importance. Dragon Age, short fanfic

Skyhold existed this afternoon in a bubble of peace. The sun shone through thin clouds drifting across the sky and a gentle breeze made it a perfect summer’s day.

The various members of the Inquisition were busy with what they thought most important for the day. It being a day off, this varied quite a bit; Sera was rearranging her pillows on the roof outside her room, for the fourth time, while muttering about cookies; The Iron Bull was chugging through the latest batch of dwarven liquor (specially ordered to celebrate the Dragonslaying in a few days time); Cole had found a friend in the puppy brought to the castle by Varric and Sera, and was playing a version of hide-and-seek and tag with it – the dog was winning. All in all it was a flawless day, even the evil threatening the world seemed to take a siesta today…

 “LIAR!” The bubble burst. Cassandra’s voice rang out over the grounds and sent a flock of tiny birds flying. Everyone were pretty used to this by now and payed it no mind since the victim of this insult was usually the one and only Varric, and sure enough – a door slammed open and the dwarf was  racing across the ground, clutching a stack of papers close to his hairy chest. He may not look it, but he was fast. Cassandra was not far behind, chasing him into the castle from the armory. Skidding to a halt just before the door to the War Room, Varric tried to plead with Cassandra once more. “Seeker, you don’t understand. I need these to be private!” His words had no effect, Cassandra snorted and folded her arms across her chest. She wasn’t even out of breath, the training with the Charges had done wonders for her fitness. She held out her hand and waited for him to hand over the letter he so desperately wanted to hide. “No!” Varric yelped and forced the heavy door open and rushed into the War Room.

“What is this? Are we playing tag? Can I join?” came the soft voice of Leliana from the corner where she sat propped up on a low bench. She had been in a wonderful mood lately, deeply engrossed in the study of the Chant. “We are not” answered Cassandra curtly, scanning the room for the dwarf. He had mysteriously disappeared as soon as the Spymaster spoke. “No, it would not be your game Cassandra” Leliana said. “Why are you chasing him?” “If you must know, he has letter that are of great importance to me – and the Inquisition. I will not let him set us back like he did with Hawke.” She sighed. This dwarf was more trouble than he was worth. Noting the subtle body language of her colleague, Cassandra started moving towards the bookshelf just behind the door. “I will see that Vivienne has all she needs, she has decided to oversee the making of new formal wear for us all” Leliana said, with a hint of a thicker accent than normally – only Cassandra or Josephine would ever notice. “Please do” came the reply.

As Leliana shut the door behind her Cassandra quickly turned around and swooped down on what appeared to be nothing. This empty space however was occupied by Varric and his sneaking abilities were apparently not beyond the perception of their Spymaster. As Left and Right Hand of the Divine, Cassandra and Leliana had long ago learned the art of quiet and unnoticeable communication. Varric had now learned that the hard way. She dragged him across the floor and forcibly sat him down in a big chair. “Tell me everything” she demanded. Varric chuckled. “I’m having a sense of deja vú here, aren’t you?” Cassandra raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps” she bent forward, her face an inch away from his, “Tell me now.” She was dead serious, Varric could see this. An angry, serious Cassandra with a goal was not someone you wanted to be in the way of – and at the same time he couldn’t help himself being a proper ass about it all. It amused him too much. He took the rolled up letters from his pocket and looked at them. She really was obsessed. “Weird that” Sera would say, he could hear her voice in his head.

“You have already read them Seeker, I saw you going through them. You don’t need them anymore.” “Of course I need them! I need them – and you.” Cassandra focused the dwarf with her stare. “I need answers!” Varric sighed. He knew the game was up, there was no way out of it now… Resigned to his fate he looked her in the eye. “Fine, what do you want to know?” Cassandra stood up, hands on her hips and not a hint of anything but business escaping her.

“What do you mean with the Guard Captain dying? She can’t die for real, Varric.” Crap, she had seen that too. “Yes, she can. The series can’t go on forever. I have new things do write, new stories. I was thinking of one with the Inquisitor and Sera, raiding noble estates in…” “NO! She cannot die! The series need her and her successor is a slimeball of a man, he has no part in this.” Cassandra’s cheeks were flushed and her hands were grasping at thin air. “Swords and Shields has gone on for years, Seeker. Only you and the Orleasians read them these days.” Varric wriggled in the chair, he didn’t like the need to defend his decision about wrapping the series up – it was his choice, wasn’t it? “Because it’s good!” Ever since the Inquisitor had seen her read the latest book, and telling Varric about it, Cassandra had been on him like bees on honey about the next one. She didn’t even hider her feelings about the books anymore.

Taking a deep breath and sitting up straight, Varric knew how to fix it. She would probably put him in the dungeon if he didn’t cooperate. “I’ll see what I can do.” He said resigned. Cassandra smiled at him, somewhat surprised at this turn of events but ultimately happy. “Good. I…thanks, Varric” she backed away and then walked out of the War Room, smiling to herself.

 Months passed and nothing new happened on the book-front, but one biting cold winter morning when Cassandra went back to her room from breakfast she found a square package lying on her bed, with a note that read:

Just for you, Seeker. Don’t shout at me. -V.