Forsythia for whatever pairing you want, please :)
Forsythia – Anticipation
Mandisa paced back and forth in front of the Eluvian. She had crossed it with Morrigan, Iron Bull, Dorian and Cole, safely making it back to Skyhold, but there was one problem. All the others were still in the Arbor Wilds. She ran all over the castle, trying to find someone, anyone, who had been fighting there, but alas, the troops were not back. All right. She was strong, she could handle this. Cullen was a warrior, he could defend himself just fine. Seeing him fight just before she entered the Temple made her remember that. Usually so calm and sometimes even cold, seeing the Inquisitor like this was slightly unsettling for her friends. Dorian had to pull her aside, sit her down and calm her as she was on the verge of a panic attack. She was not only worried about Cullen, all her troops were there, as well as Leliana and Josephine, two women dear to her heart.
Mandisa remained surrounded by her friends most of the time. Since her advisors were not back yet, there was nothing she could do. She spent her sleepless nights writing a detailed report of the events at the Temple of Mythal and trying to make sense of all the whispers at the back of her mind. Sometimes, she and Dorian would stay up together, him looking through books and her writing reports. She often took walks with Cole in the garden, sometimes praying, but mostly wandering the space. Bright yellow flowers caught her eye, so she stopped to take a look.
“Waiting, desperate, worried, you care so much about them, about him. The flowers are nice, they remind you of the colour around his iris. He is alive, he will make it,” Cole whispered in the silence of the garden.
Mandisa’s hand lingered on a branch, touching the delicate petals.
“Yes, he will be back soon,” she added with a small smile.