“You seem distracted Inquisitor,” said Dorian and before she even turned, she knew his eyes would be glittering with a borderline evil excitement. He had caught her staring down into Solas’ rotunda. She forced away the blush and began to deny. Then again, she had gotten nowhere on her own trying to figure out what she was feeling. Maybe advice would help.
“Cat got your tongue? Or perhaps you wish an elf would?” Now she did blush and smacked his shoulder as he leaned against the railing beside her, drawing his laugh.
“I don’t know. That’s the problem,” she muttered quietly as if their words could travel down so easily to the apostate’s ears over the shuffle of books and feet or cawing of ravens. His smile softened.
“I do believe that blush gave you away. Or are you opposed to him kissing you?” The blush flamed again as her eyes flicked to the figure bowed over his desk studying some book or paper intently.
“Well then,” said Dorian cheerfully. “It’s quite simple. Flirt. Beguile. Make him want you. You have a rather fine knack for it if I do recall.”
“What just like that?” He laughed loudly at this.
“You are entirely adorable. I have seen you head into a sea of demons with less fear on your face. Just like that. Now go.” He gave her a gentle push towards the stairs. She huffed slightly but headed down the steps. She smiled briefly at Solas who glanced up as she walked past. The corners of his lips curled up slightly in response and she had to fight the blush as she headed down the short corridor to the main hall. Distracted, she very nearly slammed the door into Varric who was walking past. She winced.
“Something on your mind Inquisitor?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the blush still on her cheeks. A grin tugged at his lips. “Did something happen?”
“Dorian caught me staring at Solas,” she muttered, the new blush coloring her cheeks even darker. “I don’t know what I… well he said I liked him and gave me advice.”
“He said?” asked Varric, an eyebrow raised. “Do you?”
“No dancing around it,” said the dwarf firmly. “Yes or no. Do you like him?”
“…Yes,” she breathed and felt something settle inside her as she found the truth finally. He smiled.
“Good. Then what did Sparkler say?”
“He told me to flirt.”
“Oh, Andraste’s tits,” sighed Varric pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “If I have to watch someone else and their broody elf dance around something they both want again, I’m going to scream. Just tell him.” She blinked, blushing fiercely.
“Tell him,” repeated Varric. “Or kiss him if you want, I don’t really care.” But he sighed and his eyes softened as he looked at her.
“Look, it’s harder and it’s gonna hurt more if it doesn’t work out this way, but you’ll know one way or the other. And besides with everything that’s happened so far and what’s on the horizon, I wouldn’t want to leave something unsaid.”
Images flashed in her mind. The battle at Haven. The struggle through the blizzard. The uncertainty she had carried for days fell away.
“Thank you Varric.” He grinned and inclined his head.
“Any time Inquisitor.”
Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked back into Solas’ study. As the door closed behind her, Varric could hear her asking him to discuss more of himself and his studies. All he could do was grin.