❰ she could argue the point, the points — she sold her soul to him for akrasiel's, what does that make her if not soulless, rewards do not not-terrible make — but it's so much easier to just lean into his hand and close her eyes and let him soothe her ego for a moment. to believe that she is special and lovable and worthwhile, and if no one else can see it, at least he can. someone cares.
(gwenaëlle cares. solas cares.
they aren't here to tell her so, though.)
adalia's only ever kissed one person, and probably never particularly well. drink won't help in that regard. but she wants so badly to be close to someone, anyone, and here alacruun is, and isn't this what he wants? he won't push her away if she's just giving him what he wants. but it has to be good, she can't cock this up like she did her words a couple seconds ago — adalia takes a deep breath and slowly, deliberately raises herself up on her knees to press her lips to alacruun's. ❱
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(gwenaëlle cares. solas cares.
they aren't here to tell her so, though.)
adalia's only ever kissed one person, and probably never particularly well. drink won't help in that regard. but she wants so badly to be close to someone, anyone, and here alacruun is, and isn't this what he wants? he won't push her away if she's just giving him what he wants. but it has to be good, she can't cock this up like she did her words a couple seconds ago — adalia takes a deep breath and slowly, deliberately raises herself up on her knees to press her lips to alacruun's. ❱