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Brushing the back of his hand over her pale skin, he made her shiver at his touch. She exhaled a shaky breath and chewed on her bottom lip as she watched him through her eyelashes. He pressed a kiss on her breast, starting on a birthmark below her collarbone, before trailing his lips lower and lower.
“Please,” she begged, her voice laced with need. He spared her a brief glance before his lips wrapped around her pebbled, pink nipple. As his other hand softly kneaded the supple flesh of her other breast, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her skin, just under her nipple.
He trailed down her stomach, down to where she ached most for him. In an act of desperation – desperate for his touch – she bucked her hips up to meet his face. In response, he pressed her hips down against the green, velvet pillows of the couch she used as a bed.
He softly kissed her inner thigh, close to her core. Then he kissed her other thigh as her hand threaded through his dark hair. “Davrin—” she whimpered, until finally—
“Hey, Bellara!” the cheerful voice of her boss – although she was more of a friend now – came from the doorway as the door clicked shut. As if she was caught in an indecent act, which wasn’t that far from the truth, to be fair, Bellara slammed her book of drafts shut, quill still caught between the pages.
She’d always been a bit intrigued by the short stories in Tevene newspapers, so when she said she’d try to write one herself, she meant it.
At first, she tried writing mysteries, but she soon discovered that they are a difficult thing to write. Her red herrings were too obvious, her plot twists too complex, and the mysteries overall were rather simple. So, she’d try to write about the adventures she experienced. Now, to be fair, she had more success there, but it didn’t spark that love for writing in her. Not in the way writing romance did. The problem was her muse – or rather, her muses, who just so happened to be her boss and her boss’ lover.
It felt shameful to her – to write about her friends in that way – and she vowed to herself that her romantic short stories would never see the light of day. She made sure to keep her book of drafts well hidden in her room – underneath a loose tile only she knew where to find.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Eve said apologetically with a tight-lipped smile.
“N-No, it’s fine!” Bellara stammered. Her eyes darted across the room, eager to look at anything but Eve. She tapped her fingers against her book absentmindedly, the sound of the taps echoing through the small room Bellara called hers for the time being.
“Oh!” Eve realized, “You were writing, sorry! I was wondering if you were up for a trip to Arlathan forest, but I can ask Harding—”
“No! No!” Bellara said rather quickly with a forced smile, “I can come! Who else is joining us?”
Eve’s cheeks turned bright red as a sheepish smile appeared on her face, and Bellara knew the answer before she’d even said a word.
It was no secret that, in their brief time together, Davrin and Eve had grown fond of one another. Even in these threatening times, Bellara thought it was nice to see love bloom. Taash and Harding had found each other, as had Neve and Lucanis, as well as Emmrich and Strife – but none of them were like Davrin and Eve. Not in Bellara’s eyes.
Davrin was a bit no-nonsense when it came to the situation they were in, but despite that, he took the time to treat Bellara like a normal person. Although he had left his Dalish clan behind, he still respected that she had once believed in the Elven pantheon. He never made her feel stupid for believing in them, or for feeling betrayed by the gods who were tormenting them now. Instead, he made her feel accepted.
And where he did, Eve matched her in personality and morals. As a shemlen, Eve knew when she had no say over a situation, especially regarding the Elven gods. She respected that Bellara needed to mourn the history she once knew. Despite that, she was still the woman in charge, but she always consulted Bellara when she needed advice – like with the mayor in D’Meta’s Crossing. He was to blame for the deaths of Bellara’s friends and fellow Veiljumpers, and Eve took Bellara’s words into consideration for his punishment.
Bellara felt a kind of kinship with them, and where others would complain about ‘being the fifth wheel on the wagon’, Bellara found that she enjoyed their company.
“We’re taking Assan out for his walks—or, well, to stretch his wings?” Eve hesitated with a humorous tone, “But we don’t want to be caught off guard in case of trouble.”
“Oh, don’t worry!” Bellara smiled, showing off her pearly white teeth, “I’ll watch your backs like a hawk!”
A bright smile appeared on Eve’s face. “Knew I could count on you!” she said, “Do you need to finish your writing or—”
“No, I’m done anyway,” Bellara hummed as she stood up from her stool. She wiped her ink-stained hands on her pants and followed Eve out of her little room, picking up her backpack that she always wore on outings as she passed by the door.
“What were you writing?” Eve asked as they approached the main building, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. Bellara spotted a sparkle in her blue eyes as she looked back to face Bellara.
Flustered, Bellara stammered as she fidgeted with her fingers. “O-oh, uh… Just some drafts…”
“I’d love to read it,” Eve admitted, which only made her cheeks heat up further. In return, she forced a smile. The thought of her friend finding out about the things she wrote scared her – a lot – but maybe she could distract Eve long enough to make her forget about it.
“Maybe one day!” Bellara promised, her smile forced.
They walked through the rotunda and down the stairs to where the Eluvian was, where Davrin was waiting with Assan at his heels. Eve sped up and, when she got close enough, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He pressed a kiss against her temple before looking Bellara in the eyes. She met his gaze as he smiled at her. “Thanks for joining us,” he said gratefully.
“It’s no problem!” Bellara replied.
Assan squawked excitedly, eager to get going as he weaved between Davrin and Eve to grab their attention. Eve laughed, patting her head against Assan’s head. “Alright, alright, we’re going!”
Walking through the Eluvian felt the same as it always did – Elven magic buzzed through Bellara’s veins and tickled her skin. While she’d been in Arlathan forest for a long while with her fellow Veiljumpers, it still amazed her every single time. She’d come to enjoy visiting new places at Eve’s side – from Minrathous’ Docktown to even the Hossberg wetlands in Lavendel, but none were like Arlathan.
Assan immediately ran around, stopping every so often to make sure the three were following him. Some of his siblings were in the Veiljumper camp. Bellara was present when Eve helped Davrin make the decision as to where the griffons should go – Davrin trusted her more than anything, and valued her opinion above all else. Bellara would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t feel the same way.
Eve had that effect. She brought people together. She was a leader, through and through. But even more than that, she was a friend, which was why Bellara wanted her to join her to her brother’s funeral – his real funeral, this time.
Neve was the only one of their little, tight-knit group to come, as only one person was allowed, and everyone agreed it should be Neve, who Bellara considered a close friend, almost a sister – but Eve was more than just a friend. She was a companion, and thus she accompanied Bellara through Cyrian’s funeral rites. It was what Bellara wanted, as Eve had been by her side through the entire ordeal – maybe not from the start, but at least until the bitter end.
Assan rubbed against Davrin’s legs, squishing his lopsided ear, as his father strolled past the camp with Eve and Bellara following.
They walked past the pier with boats to D’Meta’s Crossing and into the thicket of the forest. As they walked under an alcove of red and yellow leaves, Eve turned to her. “We’re nearly there,” she explained with a patient smile, “We usually take him to this clearing that’s supposed to be safe from enemies.”
“How did you find this place?” Bellara asked, her voice filled with amazement. Arlathan forest was large and vast, so she wasn’t surprised to find out there were places she hadn’t discovered yet – especially one devoid of guardians and creatures.
Eve let out a sigh as she thought out loud. “I think Taash wanted to do something in the area? But we ended up getting lost and found this place instead,” she said, “so I figured, maybe we could bring Assan there, and now he absolutely loves it. There’s a river, and nugs for him to hunt, and the place is big enough for him to run around if he wants to.”
Bellara let out a chuckle at the thought.
Eventually, they reached a gap in a large rock wall, barely big enough for them to squeeze through one by one. Davrin went first, his muscles straining as he pushed himself through the gap. He was followed by Eve, who looked over her shoulder to shoot Bellara a reassuring look. Unlike them, Assan flew high into the air to jump over the wall. It was only a few meters wide, so they emerged from the gap rather quickly, entering a small, arena-like area which was divided by a river running through the middle. Assan landed in front of Davrin with a thud that left dirt flying everywhere. Davrin let out a chuckle and petted Assan’s head. “Go on, boy,” he urged, “Go fly.” Assan didn’t need to be told twice.
Admittedly, it was a beautiful sight to see such a magnificent creature soar through the sky, taking the occasional dive to hunt an innocent nug until it dug for shelter into the ground. Davrin and Eve walked over to the stony shore by the river, where Eve undid the buckles of her dark grey leather gloves to take them off. She dipped her hands in the water and splashed some over her face before looking towards Davrin, a teasing glint in her eyes. She waved her fingers in the air, splashing Davrin with drops of water.
He let out a yelp before mischief washed over him. Immediately, he leaned over and put his hands in the water, splashing her with a slight wave. However, she jumped out of the way, which put Bellara in his line of fire – or rather, water. Bellara gasped in surprise as the water soaked her, covering her torso. Davrin’s eyes were wide and apologetic, but before he could say sorry, Bellara let out a loud giggle and jumped into the water.
The water fight ended when Assan dove into the river, ultimately winning by soaking everyone all at once.
Eve shook her hair to get the water out as she chuckled. As Davrin took off his coat, Eve began to unbuckle the rest of her Tevene adventuring armour, taking it off piece by piece until all that was left was a white blouse, which was also soaked through, revealing her grey leather smallclothes. She spread her clothes over the riverbank to dry and stretched her arms over her head, arching her back.
Without realizing it, Bellara had begun to bite her lip as she watched her closest friend. Then, in the corner of her eyes, she spotted Davrin’s gaze on her. Immediately, she looked away as her face turned red. Her eyes flicked back to Davrin, but instead of finding him angry and scowling, she saw him… smirking.
He walked over to Eve, grabbing her by the waist as he pulled her close and seemingly whispered something in her ear. Bellara’s eyes widened as she felt her heartbeat speed up. A tingling sensation took over her fingers as she wondered what he was whispering in Eve’s ear.
Every so often, Eve would glance towards Bellara with a smirk on her face, which only served to worry her even more. Then, Davrin let go of Eve to talk to Assan and lead him away. Eve, in turn, approached Bellara with a coy smile. She walked until she was within reach for Bellara to grab her, to pull her closer.
Eve raised her hand, cupping Bellara’s cheek. Her skin felt warm and soft against Bellara’s. “You’ve got a bit…” she trailed off, swiping her thumb across her now dry cheek. Instinctively, Bellara gulped as her eyes widened when she realized how close Eve was. Slowly, she let go, not quite lowering her arm, and Bellara found herself missing her touch.
The corners of Eve’s mouth tilted up, and she angled her head as if she were expecting Bellara more closely.
“Are you okay?” she teased, her voice husky. “You seem… flustered.”
“I-I’m fine!” Bellara stuttered, “Just… uh…”
“It’s okay,” Eve said, smiling. She raised her hand once more to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Bellara’s ear. Her touch tickled Bellara’s sensitive skin. With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, Bellara gazed deeply into Eve’s eyes – they were as blue as the Amaranthine ocean – and she found herself leaning in against her better judgment.
Eve’s gaze flickered to her lips when, suddenly, Bellara felt someone’s hands on her waist. With a gasp, she looked behind her to find Davrin staring intently. “I-I didn’t mean…” she gulped.
“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, one corner of his lips turned up into a smirk, “Go on.”
Tongue-tied, Bellara turned back to Eve, who was looking at her expectantly. She hesitated for a moment, and Eve took the time to lean in. With a hand on her cheek, Eve closed the gap between them. Their lips met – softly, at first, as if testing the waters. Then, Eve’s tongue slipped through Bellara’s lips, searching, and Bellara welcomed her wholeheartedly. Behind her, Davrin reached up to brush her hair out of the way before pressing a soft, chaste kiss against her neck, right below her ear.
She’d fantasized about this – about Davrin and Eve – but she never thought she’d be caught in the middle. Now that she was, she found that she enjoyed it. A lot.
Eve let go of her for a moment in favour of pressing her lips against Davrin’s, Bellara still sandwiched between them. She watched with awestruck eyes as the two made out. When they separated, Eve kissed Bellara once more – quickly, but softly and with so much passion.
She let out a sharp breath once Eve let go again, which made both her and Davrin grin.
“Let’s go back to the Lighthouse,” Eve suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Mythals_whore Fri 05 Sep 2025 08:30PM UTC
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