A little emotional hurt/comfort between Hanin “Dad” Lavellan and Darren Miller. Because the boy misses home badly, and sometimes the only person around to comfort him is his superior… (approx 2300 words)
It was hard. Leaving home. It wasn’t that Darren was the youngest or the most sheltered among the recruits to do it – to walk away from his family – but maybe that just made his inability to cope all the worse. The children who had fled to Haven seeking shelter were allowed to cry. They were allowed to huddle down in a corner and bury their faces in their knees. No one ever thought less of them for it.
But Darren wasn’t a child. He had no excuse.
He always tried to be quiet when it happened. Stole away, careful of the patrolling guards making sure no stray recruits were out wandering. He’d had a harder time, back in Haven. There were fewer nooks and crannies for him to hide in, the rustic houses watching no matter where he went. But back in Haven it hadn’t been so bad. He had only been away from his family for a few weeks. It still hadn’t seemed real.
Luckily, there were plenty of places to hide in Skyhold.
Today, the location of choice was near the barn, tucked behind some old carpentry tools and off-cut wood. It was far enough away from the barracks not to draw attention, and no one in his squad would waste time looking too far beyond it if they noticed him gone. Sitting with his back against the cold stone, Darren pulled out a piece of paper. It was wrinkled and stained, muddy in places, water-damaged in others. He had tried so hard to keep it safe, but it seemed he couldn’t even do that right. Regardless, he opened it up with clumsy fingers, teeth chattering, tears seeming to dry before they even had a chance to fall as cold wind whipped around him, stinging his skin.
It was silly. Such a simple note. His ma and pa had written it for him just before he left, with the help of the Inquisition recruiter.
Be safe, Darren. Be strong. Come home to us when you can. We will be waiting, my sun.
Ma and Pa.
Maker, some days made it hard not to just pack up and leave. He knew that if he went home, his parents wouldn’t think any less of him. He knew that his little sister would leap into his arms, uncaring of whatever he might have to drop to catch her. But then…