Maybe all she needed was for you to hold her. Maybe that’s all it would have taken for her to feel safe. Instead you used her, you confused her. You are the reason she will never trust again. Because just as she thought you’d hold her, you threw her to the ground…
“Yes, yes it was. You know why? Because you’re boiling and I won’t have more of your self-sacrificing ass. So, suck it up and take off your clothes, you need a bath.” You put the pillow aside, watching as he clenched his lids shut, refusing to look at you.
“Move, (Y/N). I’m fine.”
“Liar.” You pressed, shaking him a little. He had to wake up.
He huffed, rolling on the bed. “Please, I just need to sleep.”
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Go ahead and take a swing at my self esteem just like everyone else
Go ahead and ignore my texts and calls just like everyone else
Go ahead and make me addicted to you just to leave me hanging for more just like everyone else
Go ahead and tell me you won’t leave and then leave the next second just like everyone else
Go ahead and tell me you don’t mind me being clingy and run away the moment I cling onto you just like everyone else
Go ahead and treat me like everyone else and see me treat you just like I treat everyone else
Fael grinned and turned as Linna strolled up the cobbled path of Skyhold’s garden, the light that managed to filter through the trees casting shadows like shifting water upon her skin. Quick as wit itself, she caught a piece of his smile and shone it back, her hair like fire, her eyes brighter than any sun. She was fourteen again. So was he.
“Well, that depends,” Fael replied lightly, reaching up to link his hands behind his head. “Does the title mean we have to bow and curtsy to each other? I’m not really sure I have time for that.”
She laughed, and it was exactly how he remembered it. Exactly how it should be, clear as a bell, leaping like a sparrow through the air.
“Do kings and queens really have to?” she asked as she closed the gap between them to stand at his side. A sapling, freshly planted, lay at their feet, reaching its delicate leaves towards the sky. Fael glanced across to see a faint smile on Linna’s lips, as though a stray thought had suddenly arrived to entertain her. “Or we could just change the rules,” she continued, glancing across, eyes glittering with amusement. “After all, we bent them once already.”
“Hm, true,” Fael agreed with a chuckle of his own. “The first friends King and Queen. That was what we decided.”
Linna scoffed. “What you decided!” She swatted him lightly on the arm to punctuate the sentence, then laughed again, her shoulders shaking.
“I just happened to agree.”
Fael made a theatrical show of rubbing where she had hit despite the utter absence of pain. The leaves on the trees shifted above them. He could see their shadows move - see Linna’s hair move - but felt no wind.
He tucked his growing unease into a pocket and filled the space it left with a smirk. “Hey, come on, don’t give me that. Agreeing still counts!”
They laughed until their lingering smiles led them into a comfortable silence. It wrapped them like a sheet, side by side, their eyes resting on the sapling with all the fondness of parents watching a child at play. Five delicate leaves, balanced on a frail stem, shifting in an absent wind. How little it would take for them to fall.
Slowly, Fael became aware of a tugging sensation at the edge of his mind. Nagging. Distant, but insistent, growing stronger with each pull. He glanced across at his childhood friend, her freckled cheeks rosy and satisfied, lifted ever so slightly by that familiar faraway smile. He wanted to reach out - wanted to take her hand - but a traitorous part of him knew the truth.
He would feel nothing.
“… Hey, Linna?”
Something in Fael’s stomach - something heavy - sank.