What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.
It’s not about surrendering to someone or changing who you fundamentally are or taming yourself, or them. It’s about running and remaining wild alongside them. It’s about two wild worlds colliding to create a larger, greater, more magnified, extraordinary one.
He couldn’t quite describe how it kept happening, and how it had come to this in the first place, but he found himself in a hidden corner in the Hanged Man again, having left Varric’s room under the pretense of needing the bathroom. He pushed the mage (who had left the room saying he needed to get more cider) against the wall and stood up on his toes, snogging the life out of him. It had been happening a few times already, that they had found themselves in some corner, making out as if their life depended on it. How they had gone from not really hating each other anymore to this, he had no idea, but he wouldn’t question it either.
He felt a hand trying to sneak into his leggings and he let out a huff, grabbing both of the mage’s wrists in his hands and pinning them to the wall, pulling back to glare up into amber eyes.