This Is Where My Stuff Lives

The personal and professional (citation needed) page of Quinn (me)

Oct. 25th - nook

Peri was pretty sure everyone at Skyhold thought she was insane. They'd never say so to her face, of course, not their revered Herald of Andraste. But no one understood what she saw in Solas, or how she'd turned the imperious elf's head in the first place. And Peri didn't bother to explain. It wasn't something she could put into words, not really, and she knew that even if she did, she'd just get that look.

Well, one of two looks, really. One was the smile and nod, where they weren't entirely sure what she was talking about but didn't want to contradict her. The other was kind of a frown that they were trying and failing to hide, like they were sure something was wrong, clearly Solas was using some kind of weird magic on her, surely this couldn't be genuine.

So Peri opted not to waste her time, breath and energy, and instead just politely excused herself. Made her way through the castle, ducking irate nobles and inbound scouts, and eventually into the rotunda. She sat against a wall or on the scaffolding, or stole Solas' chair to watch him paint. He would just smile at her, and it was like calm flowed through the room and into her, making her eyes drift shut and a contented smile rest on her face as she just let herself be at peace, just for a moment.


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