Unspoken

Chapter 9

Leliana smiles when she hears those words from Morrigan. She’d never expect her to actually say something like this out loud, she’s usually way too proud to admit any form of attachment. But she’s really happy that she did.

The bard then slowly let’s go of the witch.

“You know, as much as I hate to ruin the moment, I have a lot of paper work to do tomorrow, and I think I should head to bed.” She announces in an apologizing tune.

“Of course.” The witch nods understanding and clears her throat. “Would you mind, If I stayed the night…?” she looks at the redhead, arching her brows.

Leliana’s expression immediately lights up.

“Not at all.”


She lets herself fall into her bed and waits for Morrigan to do the same. Then she cuddles up to her, careful not to accidentally put any pressure on her injury. She can’t remember when she felt so happy and at peace with herself like she does in this moment. At some point she’s almost scared she might wake up from a beautiful dream anytime and find herself cold and alone again. But she tries to focus on the moment and treasure every bit of it.

Morrigan lets her. She notices once again how much she likes the smell of her perfume. It’s sweet but not too sweet with a nice touch of Andraste’s grace. The redhead being so close to her gives her a mixed feeling of comfort and nervousness. She does enjoy it though, more than she ever thought she would.

“What are you staring at? Didn’t you want to sleep?” the witch asks when she notices her glance.

“I just really love looking at your eyes. When it’s dark they almost seem to glow, reflecting the tiniest source of light.”

This caught her of guard for sure. She can feel the heat raising up her cheeks, luckily it’s too dark to actually see her blush.


“You really need some sleep.” She mumbles and closes her eyes to cover her embarrassment. It is ridiculous how a silly compliment throws her off so easily. Many men have tried to flatter her with blunt compliments on her appearance, some of them actually tried to be extra creative but none of them ever managed to impress her in any way. And now here’s this cunning bard, succeeding so effortlessly where they all failed.

The bard looks amused. She likes to bring out Morrigan’s softer, more approachable side. She places a soft kiss on her forehead before she closes her eyes as well.

When Morrigan wakes up, to her surprise the other side of the bed is empty. She sits up, to look around the room.


“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” The redhead looks at the witch, closing the door to her closet after getting dressed and ready.

“You did not.” She replies while she gets up and carefully stretches herself a bit. She did in fact wake up because she didn’t feel the warmth of her body next to her anymore but she would never tell her that.

Leliana gives her a smile, then looks to her injured shoulder.


“How are you feeling…?”


“I’m fine, tis healing.” The witch answers calmly. And she does feel better, the pain is still there but it’s less severe. She also feels surprisingly well rested, she didn’t sleep that calm in a while.

The bard is relieved to hear and see she is feeling better.

Morrigan steps towards her and pulls Leliana’s hood down to her face with a quick movement. “Now stop treating me like some damsel in distress.”

Leliana takes the hood off her face. “I wouldn’t dare, I simply care about you.” she raises her brows then fixes her hair that got messed up by Morrigan’s action.


The witch gives her a smirk, she still enjoys teasing her, a lot.


“I know, now have fun with your paper work.”


“Well at least my reports probably won’t attack me.” she points out.


“Don’t you be so sure about that.”  

Leliana shakes her head and leaves her room and heads to the rookery. On her way to the stairs she sees Josephine walking towards her.

“I was hoping to meet you!” the Antivan starts, seeming delightful. “I think you have some news for me, don’t you? Because a certain beautiful, dark haired witch wanted to know where to find your room yesterday.” she arches her brows, the curiosity is written on her face.

“I don’t know what kind of news you’re talking about” Leliana looks at her with her famous poker face.

“Oh I think you do, you obviously had a talk, so tell me, did you come to an agreement, or did it end in a fight again?” she keeps digging.


Leliana thinks about what to tell her for a moment. She decides to keep it vague, she enjoys to let her fidget a little bit.


“Kind of an agreement” she replies calmly.

“Leliana! Why don’t you just tell me, it can’t be that bad, can it?”


The bard remains silent and looks at her friend who’s clearly getting impatient.

Then Josie suddenly gasps.

“What is it?” Leliana gives her a puzzled look.


“Your ‘agreement’ is sharing the bed, is it not? That would explain why you’re in a quite good mood this morning, my dear.” she bluntly concludes with a smirk on her face.


“Would you maybe keep your volume down a little?” the bard demands.

“I’m sorry! But…, that means you did??”

The ambassador sound unusual excited about this.

“Maker, no. We kissed, yes, but nothing else happened.”

The antivan gives her friend a big smile. She is really relieved to know that they finally talked for real and cleared their misunderstandings. It is really good to see her dear friend more cheerful again after all the pain she has been through the last few years.

“I am really happy for you anyway!”


Leliana smiles slightly embarrassed. “Thank you Josie, I mean it, I wouldn’t have talked to her if you didn’t force me to.”


“Of course. I was rooting for you guys, you know.” She chuckles.


“I would have never guessed.” the redhead replies sarcastically but clearly amused.

“You can make fun of me all you want, but I was right.” The ambassador protests.


The bard grins. “I know, but for the love of Andraste, don’t tell Cullen about this, or he will give me one of his endless “all mages are bad” speeches.”


“I won’t, I promise.” She assures her. “But I will tell Cassandra and Varric and Dorian and Sera… oh! And I’ll absolutely have to write Alistair about it!”


Leliana sighs theatrical.


“Well we will talk about this again later, okay? I should get some work done.”

She waves and goes upstairs to her desk at the rookery. Maybe she shouldn’t have told her about it yet. Morrigan is going to kill her when everyone starts to point out their relationship. But she can’t help but smile even though there’s a big list of reports she has to write and letters she has to answer, laying in front of her.