Lavellan’s having a hard time and Varric cuddles her to sleep. (read on ao3)
- platonic cuddles - friendship - comfort - tent fic - background solavellan - background hawke/fenris - I was sad and wanted Varric to cuddle me so I wrote a self-indulgent fic -
My thoughts were restless, and the tent was far too cold. I redid the grip wrappings on my staff, rolling the wood between my hands for something to do. Everything was coming to a head. The pressures were mounting on my shoulders every day and the blighted mark was an ache growing sharper.
I sighed, finishing off the final tie and tucking my staff beside my bedroll. It had been a week since Solas took my vallaslin away. A week of sleeping alone. Being the Inquisitor was never easy, but when I had a warm heartbeat to rest my head on, it had been so much easier.
The dwarf had laid down immediately after entering the tent and hadn’t stirred.
“Are you asleep?”
He rolled to face me and gave me a look. “Did you just ask that?”
I laughed as he yawned and stretched. I’d grown close to the mismatched group of companions that now made up my world. I thought of most of them as family, but especially Varric. Besides Cassandra, he was probably the best friend I had.
“I wanted to ask a favor.”
“Sure.” Varric closed his eyes, settled his hands behind his head.
“Can we cuddle?”