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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.

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The party was going on inside as if nothing had even happened. Celene was alive and well; she, Briala, and Gaspard all came to terms and are now at least civil with one another. Florianne was captured, but not without a fight. A fight which caused her body to ache cry out. And she had done it all in a ballgown that was way too ridiculous for this night.

Leaned over the balcony of Halamshiral, the elvhen was taking a breather, collecting her thoughts, and calming the fear and anxiety within herself as she realized how much of Corypheus’ plot they had taken down. It was feeling more and more surreal. They had the mages, had the Grey Wardens; what else could they possibly need now that they had Orlais and Ferelden to fight with them against these forces? They had to take him down next...it was the only way.

Her ears flickered a bit as they picked up on footsteps coming her way. Standing up straight to look ‘proper’ yet again, Finduilas turned over her shoulder, about to politely decline the offer of a dance from one of the many masked men inside, except for as she saw the familiar face of Siraj, did she gave a soft smile.

“Done with the party already? I thought you’d be having more fun...” Fin was quiet as she leaned herself back against the balcony, her hands crossed behind her back and pressed against the stonework. Honestly, she was in the middle of removing the ghastly high heels she had been forced to wear. They clattered to the side as she relaxed a little more. All her lessons she had been taught had been put to good use. She danced with so many nobles that she thought her feet were going to fall off.

“I still don’t quite think I’m cut out for this lifestyle...I’d rather be hurling fireballs at practice dummies in the courtyard.” The elvhen laughed as she looked Siraj over once more.

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👫 - Fin/Siraj

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1. God. I can already tell these two are idiots. Between the bickering, the bantering, and the snide comments, these two just cannot keep it to themselves. Insults, though meant entirely in endearment, are flung relentlessly at one another. They pull endless pranks on one another (and others may accidentally be dragged into their wars), but these two live life absolutely to the fullest with one another.

2. Siraj is definitely the better of the care takers of their relationship; he’s grown up having to do so, so he falls into the role naturally, despite Fin absolutely not wanting him to be in that position in their relationship. But, let’s be honest. Fin doesn’t know jack shit about taking care of herself. Especially after becoming the Inquisitor; no longer the herald who everyone looked at as a false prophet, but the leader of this heretical group. She worries for everyone’s safety (and very little for her own). Self preservation has become a thing of the past, so Siraj steps in when she’s being reckless or just straight up needs to be told to go to bed. He’s good at just lifting her up and over his shoulder and throwing her (literally and figuratively) into bed.

3. They have a lot of relationship rituals; they braid each other’s hair, they help each other practice magic, they both shit talk to royals from time to time because...hey...why the fuck not? They don’t argue at dinner; if there are serious problems to be discussed, they’re shelved until another time! Dinner is for being together, not for arguing. They never leave, or reunite, without a kiss. And cuddling is a must; before going to bed and before they have to get up and go about the day.

4. PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION. This is a must, to be quite honest. Hand holding, hugging, leaning on one another, using the other as an arm rest, so on and so forth! Fin is a very touchy-feely person and loves to be loved on. Even if it’s just Siraj putting his head on top of hers and leaning lazily against her. It makes her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. She loves to cuddle, especially with her head on his chest so that way she can hear the smooth rhythm of his heartbeat. It’s soothing...everything that he does to display his affections for her just makes her feel all giddy inside. So now, it’s a must.

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💋 - Fin/Siraj (gentle and tentative)

It had been...tense...to say the least. The advisors were quiet, her companions even more so. Why did Dorian have to go and blab his big mouth? Solas had confirmed the fear that had coursed through her since the day they closed that breach in the sky...before she really met any of her other companions. She knew that there was no escaping this end, and she had accepted that.

Finduilas stood on the balcony of her room, looking out and over the bustling grounds; everyone else was oblivious, and she wanted it kept that way. The colorful robe she wore had long slipped down her shoulders, gathered in her folded arms; today was a down day, so she wore only her leggings and a light tunic underneath that rainbow fabric. Her hair was loose, not really having much thought put into it. When she wasn’t on bed rest, she was doing missions...and she had been doing as many of those as possible to keep from bed.

And that’s why everyone was tense...now it was mandatory. Solas said if she pushed herself too much, it would only get worse, it would consume her further, do more harm than good. So, she shut everyone out for a time so she could focus on not having a bit of a break down. Well...that focus was lost when she heard footsteps up the stairwell and hesitantly turned over her shoulder to see who might’ve been coming to do...well...who knows what.

When she saw that curly head of hair, her stomach churned in anxiety, her heart beating hard in her chest. Letting out a shaky breath, the elvhen turned and faced him as he walked ever closer, not even saying a thing to her, just closed the distance between them.

“I know what you’re going to say...I didn’t want to tell you because I was scared. I didn’t want to worry you too, S-” But he cut her off, his hand finding her cheek while the other placed itself against her jaw and neck, just keeping her still. He looked her over, searching her features, her eyes. Finduilas felt her lashes flutter as he leaned their heads together, noses brushing so gently.

And then he leaned forwards, the distance between their lips disappeared. He was kissing her...kissing her. He should be angry at her, but instead, he did nothing but show his affection, and she wanted all that he could give. Her own hands found him, grasped him by his tunic as her body practically melted into his own. He was gentle...hesitant, but it was perfect.

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❛ You make me want to be a better man. ❜ - Fin/Siraj

Her heart skipped a beat, or, maybe she thought it did. She felt light headed just hearing those words, but a softer grin found it’s way to her lips as her head lift from it’s previous position (which was staring at a book full of etiquette and gibberish she didn’t quite understand), and tilted her head. “How does something that one already sees as perfect become better?” Her hands gently closed the book and set it down on her desk.

“I mean...you could always take the Essence of Perfection we got in the fade...but I don’t suppose it would do you any good.” She was getting better at this flirting thing. Varric may have taught her cheesy things, but she was picking up on ways to talk and speak and sound as flirtatious as she was comfortable with. But, that is, she didn’t want it to be flirtatious, nor only to try and fluff his ego. Finduilas thought he genuinely perfect. He was strong, courageous, protective, maybe a little hot tempered, but it was good when it was necessary.

“But...if you strive for ultimate and peak perfection, I won’t stop you...I just know that in my eyes, it is not necessary. You are absolutely spectacular in all that you are and all that you do.” The elvhen moved over to him and as boldly as she could, let her hand slip into his before she gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Regardless of your decision, I’m happy...truly. You are wonderful and I’m not sure if I would’ve made it this far without you...”

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“ You want a piggie back? You’re looking pretty tired. ” - Fin/Siraj

“I want to say yes, but then again Varric might get jealous and want one, too.” Fin smiled softly as she dropped from the last tree branch of the oak she had climbed for vantage. “We should be coming up on a camp here soon enough, though. We can always catch our bearings there.” She walked over to the Rivaini and hooked her arm with his.

“I’ll lean on you instead, how about that? Would it make you feel a bit better if I leaned on you for support?” Finduilas grinned as she gave a bit of a tug forwards to get them to start walking in the direction they were supposed to be headed, Cass and Varric were somewhere ahead of them already, scouting and keeping an eye out for any enemies that could be headed their way.

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“Make Me Feel” Fin/Siraj

98. my muse tries to protect yours from certain doom

There was carnage surrounding them...everywhere she had looked, had tried to drag the injured man with her, the deeper into the Emerald Graves they had gotten. The ambush of Red Templars and Venatori alike had caught them off guard...with behemoths and spellcasters, Fin had no choice but to have the group retreat. Cassandra and Varric had taken off in the other direction, drawing the fire of most the battle, but even still, Siraj had done his best to keep her safe, which had meant taking on damage while making sure she could get further away.

But Finduilas was not having any of that sacrificial shit. He was almost down, bloodied and beat up to all get out. This wasn’t happening. She ran back towards him, put his arm around her shoulder, and half dragged him with her through the brush until they found a cave. And there, she hurried him in, and with a bit of magic, pulled a giant stone in front of the entrance and moved him back as far as possible. There, with a barrier around them, did the woman begin to pour as much healing magic into him as possible as she held him in her arms.

The screams of the behemoths were not far from them, and silently, she began to pray to whichever pantheon would hear her as she gathered his limp form up and into her arms. Fin leaned her head against Siraj’s, her hands grasping him tightly as they sat there in the dark of the cave. “Hang on...I’ve got you...” Her voice cracked, emotion coursing through her like a rampaging bronto. She hoped he was conscious...she hoped that he would be alright and that her magic would mend his wounds and keep him with her.

“Don’t you dare leave me...or I swear on Mythal that I’ll bring you back and kill you myself...!” Her voice broke ever so quietly as she buried her head further into his unruly, curled trusses as she continued to pray, begged for the monstrosities outside to bypass them. She just needed a little more time...!

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💋 - Fin gonna get smooched. The Rivaini's comin'.

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Finduilas was swinging the large bo staff as if it were her own, practicing like it was an extension of her body rather than a tool. That was, until it was taken while she was holding it over head like she was about to slam it down and onto the ground, mimicking what she were to do if she were to allow a burst of electrical energy surge through the ground and to her enemies.

She was taken aback by the sudden removal of the wood from her hands, and as she whipped around to see who it was, was she taken by the waist and pulled in. Shock was the initial response, but as she found the curly haired Rivaini was the culprit, she smiled against his lips and kissed him in return, peppered another against his soft lips before blowing a raspberry against him; this sent her into a fit of giggles when she saw his look of disapproval.

“Oh come on now, that was funny.” She grinned, wrapping her arms around his waist and trapping him before he could get too far.

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“I’ll make the pain go away, just hold on” - Fin/Siraj

Fire was the woman’s one, true fear. And this was why; it destroyed everything in it’s path, uncaring to what bargains one made or how far you ran. The sleeve of her garments had practically melted to her skin, sounds of pain escaped her as she did her best to fight through her body’s urge to stop moving, to preserve herself from battle.

But she didn’t want to stop. She needed to keep going, to protect everyone no matter the cost, but her arm shook violently, the nerves literally set ablaze and sensitive to every gust of wind, every movement she made. And then she stumbled, fell to her knees, preserving the arm that was cracked and bleeding. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be around, but as she looked up, there he was. He just had to be her knight in shining armor.

It only took one look to her arm for the other to know the excruciating pain she was actually in. He huddled around her, kept her close, whatever healing magic he had was poured into her arm via her shoulder. It helped, and despite how basic his healing was (or how strong it was, he was still quite the mystery to her), it helped.

“W-We need to keep going...we’ll be swept up with the rest of this place if we stay here longer...”

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💏 - Fin/Siraj

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39. because mine is running out of time

Lungs struggle to take in air, agonal breaths are taken as she grasps hold of him to ground herself from fading out of this world. Her crystalline hues can see his lips moving, the frantic look on his face as he looks around for someone, anyone, to aide him. His curly hair has fallen from it’s updo; lips are split, there’s a gash across the point of his cheek and still he’s here holding her and fighting off anyone who dares to come close.

Between the crossbow bolts that pierced even through the chainmail and leather and the burns and other minor wounds that littered her exposed flesh, the elvhen still held on. Solas would run over soon enough and administer some healing magic. But the moments dwindled, the enemies seemed to just keep coming from who knows where. Finduilas didn’t realize she had closed her eyes until she felt the hand upon her cheek.

Rousing herself from the darkness that was taking over her vision, she found the Rivaini man just above her, eyes red and even more so panicked this time. Her smile faltered as she reached up and placed her hand heavily at the nape of his neck, her fingers intermingling with his trusses. Her lips part to speak his name, to say or do anything, but nothing comes; no sound, no words, just silence. And that is the most frustrating part.

So instead, Finduilas pulls him closer, using what was left of her strength to reach up and meet him in the middle, her lips finding his as her free hand grasps hold of his forearm and keeps herself upright. That is until she can’t catch her breath this time. She can feel his arms tighten around her and bring her even closer to his chest, the rumble of him crying out, calling in desperation this time sends her reeling and gasping out for air.

Shit...she could hear the fade whispering wildly in her ears. Just a little while longer...Solas would get to her...he had to.