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January 13, 2023

A Proper Goodbye – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Nicolas helps Julien remember what happened to him in the Deep Roads
before the two lovers desperately grasp at this moment together which could be their last.

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Julien watched as the three men left down the path. He waited but Nicolas remained inside the cabin. He entered. ‘Mon amour?’
        Nicolas stood staring at the hearth, looking grim.
        ‘Are you going to tell me what that was about?’
        Nicolas turned his head to look at him, his eyes were filled with tears. ‘I love you so much, Julien.’
        ‘I love you, Nicolas.’ He frowned in concern and walked to Nicolas, taking his hands in his. ‘Tell me what is going on, please?’ Nicolas just stared at him, his blond moustache twitching. ‘Every time you look at me of late, you seem…chagrined. I am only worried. If I have done or said something—’
        ‘It’s not that,’ Nicolas quickly interjected.
        ‘Then what is it?’
        Nicolas turned his head away from Julien.
        ‘Nicolas,’ Julien breathed, elongating his lover’s name. He gently turned his face back towards him. ‘You look at me with such sorrow, why? Why are you so sad, Nicolas?’
        Julien waited anxiously as Nicolas stared at him, his expression unreadable. ‘We’re dead.’
        Julien scowled. ‘Dead? Because of the taint? Because the Calling will find us?’
        Nicolas shook his head. ‘We died. Killed.’
        ‘What?’ Died. It was past tense. Julien’s stomach tightened. ‘How?’ His heart was racing.
        Nicolas backed away and led him to their bed. They sat down.
        ‘Do you remember going into the Deep Roads with King Maric?’ Nicolas asked carefully.
        Julien thought about it. The memory seemed to come back to him as if through a haze.
        ‘Yes. We were searching for Geneviève’s brother.’
        ‘Do you remember what happened after?’
        Julien furrowed his brows in concentration. ‘We found him…wait…no, we didn’t…it’s all a bit hazy.’ His certainty began to ebb, only to be replaced by confusion. He searched for the memory and wondered why everything he thought he remembered suddenly seemed so unreal. Panic took him and his breathing became erratic. ‘I…I don’t remember.’
        Nicolas placed his hand on Julien’s face and looked him in the eyes as though searching. ‘Do you remember how we got back to the surface?’
        ‘I…’ Julien held his breath; he could not find the memory. ‘No,’ Julien conceded.
        Nicolas swallowed, and his Adam’s Apple rippled. ‘What do you remember?’
        Julien focused on the memory, glancing away. ‘I remember the dragon. It was coming down; that idiot warden did the stupidest thing and brought it down. But it wasn’t dead yet.’ He chuckled. ‘Brave lad. And…’ Julien looked deep into Nicolas’s eyes. ‘I saved Duncan.’
        Nicolas nodded.
        ‘And the dragon…gnawed on me.’ Julien’s heart sank and fear gripped him, yet not for his own death. He let out a shaking breath as the memories flooded his mind. ‘I died.’
        Nicolas nodded, tears pouring down his face. ‘You died.’ A sob escaped him.
        Julien felt panic for Nicolas. ‘That was Maric, Duncan and Kell back there! Are they dead too?’ Nicolas shook his head. Julien’s heart dropped. ‘But then how did you…’ He was unable to complete the question.
        Nicolas heaved, holding Julien’s hands more tightly. ‘I held you. I begged – no demanded – Fiona to heal you, but you were gone, you were already gone.’ Julien’s heart broke at his lover’s sorrow. ‘I couldn’t let you go, I wouldn’t let you go.’ Tears poured freely down Nicolas’s face as he let out another sob. ‘We let your body sink into the deep pools and I felt dead inside.’ He put a wrist to his mouth, closing his eyes tightly.
        ‘Nicolas, mon amour, I am here now.’
        A wail escaped Nicolas as he took Julien in his arms, holding him tightly. ‘Julien, I…’ He wept. ‘A demon took us into the Fade. The others are trying to get out, but I…’ Nicolas heaved again, his anguish loud.
        Julien understood what Nicolas had done. He held his face in his hands and looked him deep in the eyes, tears pouring down his face as well.
        ‘You didn’t have to, Nicolas.’
        ‘I did.’ He heaved. ‘For at least a chance to be with you for a bit. For at least a chance to say a proper goodbye.’
        Julien pulled Nicolas into his arms and buried his face in his shoulder. ‘Oh, Nicolas, mon amour.’ He sobbed loudly. He was sad and glad at the same time. He pressed his cheek against Nicolas’s.
        ‘This place,’ Nicolas began, still heaving, ‘it could be our creation or the demon’s.’
        ‘I was here before it found you, no?’
        ‘It could have used your soul.’
        ‘Then if this all disappears,’ Julien mused tearfully as he held his lover tightly, ‘we will be in the Fade and find each other again and create this place anew.’ Julien felt Nicolas’s tears on his face. He closed his eyes. ‘I love you, Nicolas. I always have, and I love you more for what you sacrificed for me today…just so you could be with me forever.’
        Nicolas pulled away, leaning his forehead on Julien’s. ‘I don’t know if we have forever.’
        Julien’s heart swelled with chagrin, and his stomach lurched with fear. He captured Nicolas’s lips with his and kissed him ardently. The man’s moustache was wet and Julien tasted Nicolas’s salty tears. He pressed his lips harder, breathing heavily, and a groan escaped him. A sob escaped Nicolas as he nibbled Julien’s lower lip.
        Breathless, Julien wiped the tears from Nicolas’s face. ‘Ne pleure pas.’ He tried to sound soothing.
        Nicolas gave him a wan smile. ‘You’re one to talk.’ He wiped Julien’s tears with his thumb.
        Julien merely looked at Nicolas for a few moments. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered. Nicolas seemed confused. ‘I’m sorry I died. I’m sorry we could not have this future for real.’
        ‘Don’t be. The taint would have taken us eventually. We knew whatever time we had would never be forever.’
        Julien passed his hand through Nicolas’s long blond hair, caressing his lover’s skin as he did so. ‘Then this might be the last time I truly see you.’ He shook his head. ‘I will find you again. Or perhaps you are wrong, we will remain here forever.’
        Nicolas looked down. ‘All I know is I did not have the chance to say goodbye.’
        ‘And how would you have said goodbye to me, then?’
        Nicolas looked up at him, his eyes no longer shedding tears but burning with a fire that sent a tingle vibrating through Julien’s body.

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January 6, 2023

Keeping Warm – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Duncan and Fiona resort to more creative ideas to keep warm
only to discover how much they truly desire each other.

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Duncan lay on his back on his makeshift cot in his tent, bundled between several blankets he had brought. He’d have thought after all these years as a Grey Warden and travelling and camping out, he’d have gotten used to Ferelden’s bitter cold weather, but no, he had not. He blamed his time at the palace and several estates, looking over the young Alistair in the luxurious warmth of fully furnished homes.
        He was camped out near the Storm Coast now. He and a group were travelling to the Free Marches in an attempt to find any sign or clue of what may have happened to King Maric. The King had travelled the seas and disappeared not too long ago. Loghain had been adamant about finding Maric before determining what to do about anything else.
        Duncan wasn’t travelling with only soldiers of the royal court. Fiona was with him too. He was glad of it. She was his good friend, and the mother of Alistair whom he looked after. She was a former lover of King Maric’s and had volunteered to search for him with Duncan.
        ‘Do you still love him,’ Duncan had asked her. ‘Not in the way that I used to,’ had been her reply. Fiona had stated that she was out here for Duncan because she missed the old days of travelling with him and cherished him as a friend. She wanted to see him succeed and wanted to be there for him if he needed her. He appreciated that. They had been through a lot together, after all.
        A gust of wind made the tent billow. Duncan shivered. It wasn’t winter and yet it felt like it was. His body was shaking from the cold.
        He had kept his armour on, only removing the excess metal plates – which didn’t serve to keep him warm anyway – so he could lie down more comfortably. Comfortable in such weather was hardly what he’d call it, but he had tried his best.
        He heard something outside his tent and the flap to its entrance opened to reveal Fiona standing just beyond. Duncan looked up at her from where he lay, bundled and shivering as he was. Even now, older than she had been when he had first known her, she was a beautiful elf. And he wondered why he was noticing this.
        She entered the tent. Her staff emitted a soft glow, just enough to light the tent in a subtle amber luminescence.
        Fiona closed the tent’s flap behind her and moved towards him. ‘I can hear your teeth chattering from across the camp. And that’s on top of the wind’s howling.’
        Duncan chuckled. His teeth had been chattering quite a bit, he had to admit. ‘Yes well, it’s cold Fiona, what do you expect?’
        Fiona gave him a pointed look but said nothing.
        ‘Well, since you’re here, can you do something to help make me warm?’
        Fiona set her staff down on the floor and sat down next to Duncan. She shrugged. ‘I used up all my mana earlier. I’m a bit depleted, if I’m honest.’
        ‘Great.’ His body trembled a bit more before settling down as he attempted to find a position in which he’d feel a bit warmer. ‘Then are you just here to watch me shiver and complain about it? Because if you are, then don’t bother. If you can’t help me keep warm, then you’re not allowed to complain about it.’
        Fiona raised a brow.
        ‘Sorry, I’m just…really cold!’
        He noticed Fiona rubbing her hands together, her shoulders hunched from the cold, and she shivered too.
        She sighed. ‘There might be something,’ she said. Duncan perked up. ‘But don’t get any funny ideas.’ He shook his head. ‘I’ve heard of people keeping others warm with their bodies.’
        ‘Okay,’ said Duncan, a little too quickly. ‘What do you propose?’
        ‘I act as a blanket.’
        ‘So, what, you just lie on top of me, or…?’ Duncan was confused, but if it was going to warm him up, who was he to complain.
        ‘That’s exactly what I’m proposing,’ Fiona replied.

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November 1, 2022

Return To Me

By binkyproductions

Qunari attack Weisshaupt Fortress and Loghain must protect Ellana Lavellan
who escapes the fortress. When he arrives at the Grey Warden safehouse,
both are swept up in the moment and declare their love for each other.

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Ellana sighed, gazing across the room at Loghain who sat on a chair near a small table, leaning back casually. He had one arm draped over the back of the chair.
        ‘I just feel trapped,’ Ellana complained.
        ‘I understand.’
        The man had a rugged face with many lines from years of fighting wars and darkspawn. Ellana had for several months been staying at Weisshaupt Fortress with Loghain as her bodyguard.
        ‘Am I not entertainment enough for you, then?’ He grinned.
        ‘If you spoke more maybe you would be.’ Ellana sat down on the edge of the bed. ‘Perhaps a song and dance to cheer me up?’
        Loghain chuckled. ‘You’re a popular woman, Lady Lavellan. It is safest for you to remain indoors. I wish I could give you a tour of the Anderfels, but alas, I, myself, have not visited much beyond Weisshaupt.’
        Ellana shook her head. ‘You mean I am a woman who is wanted by every enemy faction Thedas has to offer,’ she muttered. ‘The Qunari, the Venatori, anyone who opposes the Inquisition. Makes me wonder if I should have disbanded it. I’m surprised no one’s sent the Crows after me.’
        ‘You are wanted,’ Loghain confirmed. His gaze grew intense before he cleared his throat. ‘You’re a formidable woman, Inquisitor. You have powerful allies and many connections. If I were your enemy, I’d sure as hell be coming after you too.’
        Ellana let her sarcasm seep into her voice and rolled her eyes. ‘Thanks.’
        She shrugged, looking at her left arm. It had healed well, and she was getting rather used to it by now. She didn’t mind so much anymore that Solas had severed her arm when he removed the anchor, she minded that he had lied to her for the entire time he had been with the Inquisition.
        After the…ordeal at the Winter Palace, she had returned to Skyhold for some time until the attacks had begun. Venatori had first come for her; it was all the others could do to thwart them. Then the Qunari had assaulted the fortress, and rumour had begun of various groups attempting to stop the Inquisition. So, it had been deemed best to hide her, and she had been here at Weisshaupt ever since. The only person who wasn’t coming after her was… She didn’t want to think of him.
        She looked at Loghain; his deep gaze remained fixed on her, his blue eyes piercing.
        Ellana’s lips quirked into a smile. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d say you just enjoy admiring me.’
        ‘Thankfully,’ Loghain sighed, ‘you know better.’
        Ellana feigned dejection. ‘Gee, thanks.’
        Loghain remained transfixed on her. ‘Besides, you wouldn’t want an old man like me.’
        ‘Oh? What makes you say that?’
        He shrugged, leaning forward, resting his arms on his knees, looking grim. ‘I’ve long since stopped allowing myself to care for another. I’ve lost all the women I ever loved in my life. I’ve lost family, and friends I cared deeply for. My mother, my father, Maric, Rowan, Celia.’ He momentarily closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face. ‘It’s better for me to put things of the heart behind me, for it only ends with heartache.’
        ‘Yeah, you probably do well.’ Ellana bowed her head. ‘Love someone, and then they lie to you and leave you, take your arm off, and go off to destroy the world.’ Then, she added, muttering, ‘Lying god of an elf.’
        That got a chuckle out of Loghain. ‘Now you know why I’ve spent most of my life distrusting elves.’ Ellana looked up, cocking a brow. ‘Actually, you’re the first elf I’ve ever fully trusted.’
        ‘Wow, what an honour.’ Ellana put her hand to her heart. ‘I will do my best to ensure that trust is not misplaced.’
        They both laughed before sobering again. Loghain’s gaze always remained on her.
        ‘And you’re not hoping to rekindle…’ He trailed off.
        ‘No,’ Ellana replied flatly. ‘It’s over between Solas and me. I made that very clear when he…removed the anchor.’ She studied Loghain for a moment. ‘You have nothing to worry about.’ He looked away suddenly, as though flustered. ‘I will not let my past relationship with him stop me should I be required to save Thedas.’
        ‘Right.’ Loghain sounded all business-like. He shifted. ‘Well, I have matters I must attend to. Grey Warden matters.’
        And without waiting for an acknowledgement, Loghain left the room.

* * *


        It was near night when Ellana heard a scuffle down the hall and some shouting. She turned, startled, as Loghain hurried into her room, his bow drawn with an arrow already nocked for good measure. Many other wardens followed him in and they barricaded the door.
        ‘What’s going on?’ Ellana asked, alarmed.
        ‘The fortress is being attacked,’ Loghain said hurriedly. He turned and barked some orders to some of the other wardens.
        ‘By whom?’
        ‘Qunari!’ He paused, looking at her intently. ‘You must leave.’
        ‘What?’
        ‘We’ve bought you enough time to gather your essentials, then you must go.’
        ‘But go where?’
        Loghain took one step forward and lowered his voice. ‘I’ve assembled a team to protect you and escort you to Hossberg.’
        Fear gripped her in the pit of her stomach. ‘You mean, you’re staying here? Loghain, I thought you were to guard me.’
        Loghain narrowed his gaze. ‘That is precisely what I’m doing now.’ He motioned to himself and other wardens. ‘We’ll hold them off for as long as we can. But… They’ve come for you. My job is to ensure they don’t reach you.’
        ‘I could stay and fight,’ Ellana insisted. ‘I’ve trained with my prosthetic. I can shoot my bow just as accurately as before.’
        ‘Perhaps, but can you defeat an entire army of Qunari?’
        ‘And you can?’ Ellana hadn’t realised just how high-pitched her voice had gotten and her heart was racing as much as her mind was.
        Before Loghain could argue, a Qunari leapt into the room through the window, brandishing an axe.
        Loghain shot the Qunari with his bow, but the arrow barely did any damage. An arrow flew in from the other direction as a Qunari archer leapt in after the warrior. Loghain took the arrow in the shoulder. He grunted in pain, plucking it out, and poked the warrior’s eye with it. He kicked the Qunari as the other wardens took down the archer.
        Loghain skillfully switched to his sword and slashed at the Qunari’s neck. The warrior brought up his hand to block the sword. Loghain pulled it out of his grip and lunged forward, impaling the Qunari before pushing to drive his sword in deeper. Then, he kicked the Qunari off his sword.
        Panting heavily, he looked at Ellana. ‘Your window of time has closed. You must leave now.’
        Blood dripped from his sword, as did some from his wound. Ellana took a step forward. ‘I’m not leaving you.’
        ‘Go!’ Loghain growled, taking a step towards her. His gaze was earnest and his eyes lingered on her a moment longer before he spoke more softly. ‘Go.’
        For the first time since she’d arrived at Weisshaupt, Ellana realised what it was she felt towards the man before her.
        ‘Not until you promise to return to me.’
        Loghain sucked in a breath. He half-whispered. ‘I promise.’
        Ellana nodded, backing away. Loghain turned to the door as the Qunari on the other side of it began to pound it.
        Loghain snapped his head towards Ellana. ‘Go!’ he shouted.
        Ellana turned and hurried, following her Grey Warden escorts through a secret passage in the room, down several stairs, and out through a door she didn’t even know existed in the fortress.
        Another group of wardens joined them after they had travelled for several leagues. A small band of Qunari gave pursuit but were quickly taken down by the wardens. Otherwise, the hurried trip to Hossberg had gone with less incident than Ellana had feared.
        The wardens housed Ellana at a Grey Warden safehouse near the centre of the city. And there, as the days passed, Ellana waited for the return of her Grey Warden bodyguard.

* * *


        One morning, after many long days, there was a commotion within the estate, and in stumbled Loghain, limping into the hall.
        ‘Where is she?’ he growled. ‘Is she safe?’ He leaned heavily on his sword.
        ‘Loghain!’ Ellana exclaimed.
        The man had multiple wounds and was bleeding from many places. His Grey Warden leathers were torn, the metal plating on his chest scratched and bent, and his face bore a gash along one cheek.
        He looked up at her, eyes wide with relief. ‘Ellana,’ he whispered.
        And then he collapsed.

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October 18, 2022

Be My Calling

By binkyproductions

Elissa Cousland visits Loghain in Montsimmard where the two awkwardly go on a date
before passionately declaring their feelings for each other.

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Elissa arrived at the Grey Warden fortress in Montsimmard in Orlais. She was glad her ordeal with the Architect was over. Besides, it would be nice to catch up with an old friend.
        She climbed the steps, and there awaited Loghain, smiling, his armour glistening in the sun. His face bore the lines of his years, the harshness he usually wore replaced with genuine joy.
        He bowed curtly. ‘Commander of the Grey.’ He rose. ‘It is good to see you.’
        ‘It has been too long,’ Elissa replied.
        Loghain began to lead her through the fortress and up some stairs. ‘And to think I once tried to have you killed.’
        Elissa let out a small laugh. ‘And now?’
        Loghain looked at her and there was something in his blue eyes that caused her to turn away and look straight ahead, feeling heat rise to her face suddenly.
        Loghain cleared his throat deliberately. ‘Nevermind me, I heard you defeated the Architect. It was about time it was destroyed, that creature had some dark magic about it. As I recall, Maric and I drove it and its darkspawn back. Once again, Maric was lucky enough to stay alive and I came in to save the day.’ He chuckled to himself. ‘So-to-speak.’ He stopped before a door. ‘Then again, we both know nothing ever is as it seems when it comes to darkspawn.’
        Elissa smiled gingerly and shrugged.
        ‘Anyway, these are to be your quarters. Mine are down the hall that way, should you require anything.’ Loghain shifted awkwardly. ‘It is good to see you.’
        Elissa realised that was the second time he’d said that since her arrival. ‘Likewise.’ She paused. ‘It’s nice to see you smile. It’s a nice change from your usual broodiness.’
        He scowled. ‘I’m not broody.’ He seemed to mull that over as she smiled, amused. ‘So what if I am?’
        ‘Don’t worry, it’s one of your best features. It’s quite…alluring.’ Elissa smiled shyly, feeling her face become hot again.
        Loghain kept his eyes on her for a moment more before clearing his throat again.
        ‘I’ll let you get settled.’
        He turned briskly and walked down the hall, pausing at a door at the far end to look at her before entering his room.
        Elissa realised she was feeling flustered. She chalked it up to her being thrilled to see her friend. They had been through a lot together, she and Loghain, had even once been enemies. But he had proven to be loyal in the end, and sparing his life and recruiting him into the Grey Wardens had been the tactical approach at the time. She was glad she had given the man a chance.
        She entered the chambre and set her things down near the vanity. She had a nice view of the city below, and a cool breeze blew in through the window. She barely had time to sit down when there came a knock at the door.
        She opened to find Loghain standing on the other side of the threshold. He hesitated.
        Elissa smiled, cocking a brow in curiosity. ‘Something you needed?’ She walked back a few steps and Loghain entered the room.
        ‘Several of the lads are celebrating a victory down at the tavern this evening. I was wondering…if you’d like—’
        ‘Yes!’
         ‘To accompany me?’ he completed, sounding unsure.
        Elissa felt a flutter in her stomach and found herself beaming at him before catching herself.
        ‘I’d be happy to.’
        Loghain smiled warmly. ‘Excellent. I’ll come by this evening and we can head there together.’
        ‘It’s a date!’
        Elissa realised only after that she’d said the words. Both she and Loghain stood motionless for a moment. Her heart raced and she hoped her shock didn’t show on her face.
        Loghain’s smile widened and he nodded. He backed up towards the door, before turning and exiting.
        Elissa let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. What am I going to wear? was the first thought that came to mind. She felt completely flustered. What were you thinking, Elissa? A date! With the man who once tried to have you killed! Surely Loghain didn’t see it as more than a just friendly date…surely.
        Elissa scrambled around nervously, trying to find something amid what she’d brought that could be suitable. Finally, she left in search of assistance from the other wardens, claiming she wanted to dress up for the celebrations this evening. She found herself bumbling justifications like some teenage girl trying to cover up an embarrassment. Thankfully, one of the female wardens was more than happy to lend her a dress.
        Elissa now wore the gown while fussing over her hair. She had it in her usual bun, but for some reason, it just didn’t look right. The dress itself was a gorgeous gown made of deep blue silk brocade. Its sleeves widened at the wrists, and its diamond-shaped collar gave her a nice cleavage though discrete.
        Elissa realised she’d barely eaten – her stomach was completely in knots – and she felt utterly silly for it.
        There was a knock at the door.
        Already?
        Elissa spun to face the door, her heart racing. She turned back to the mirror.
        ‘Come in!’ she called out.
        She turned to the door again, standing from the vanity, as Loghain stepped inside the chamber. He stopped short and gaped at her, his eyes wide in awe.
        He was dressed in dark leathers. She had never seen him without his armour. This getup was tighter and accentuated every muscle on his body.
        ‘You look,’ he breathed, ‘absolutely beautiful.’
        Elissa’s breath hitched and she felt her face redden with heat. ‘Thank you,’ she managed. ‘You’re quite handsome yourself.’ Loghain blushed.
        They stared at each other for another awkward moment before Loghain cleared his throat self-consciously. He looked down at his feet, then back up again. He turned towards the door and offered Elissa his arm.
        ‘Shall we?’
        ‘Of course.’
        Looping her arm through his, Elissa followed Loghain to the tavern where many Grey Wardens were already merrily laughing and singing, drinking pints of ale, and shouting cries of victory in the small space they were all crammed in. She and Loghain sat at one of the tables and chatted happily with many of the others who shared their stories with what sounded like much exaggeration.
        Elissa felt Loghain’s gaze on her and felt compelled to turn away shyly. His eyes bore into her and she could not meet them.
        Feeling very hot all of a sudden, she stood and walked over to the bar where a burly dwarf sang as he poured drinks for the patrons.
        Loghain joined her. ‘They’re a bit…much, aren’t they?’
        ‘Rowdy?’ Elissa offered.
        ‘I personally care not to stay much longer, if—’
        ‘That’s an excellent idea,’ she interrupted. ‘I mean, to leave…together.’
        Loghain opened his mouth and then closed it again. He nodded and motioned to the door.
        They walked back together, mostly in silence, sharing but a bit of idle and awkward chit-chat.
        When they reached the hallway to their chambres, Loghain stopped and looked at Elissa, his gaze deep and intent. There was a longing there she had never seen.
        ‘Well,’ they both said simultaneously, then laughed awkwardly.
        ‘It was lovely,’ Elissa said.
        ‘Indeed you are.’ Loghain looked as shocked as she felt and he swallowed, consciously clearing his throat.
        Elissa fumbled for something to do. She opened the door and entered her chambre, turning to Loghain. He took a few slow steps, following her in. He looked like he was about to speak. Then a shadow Elissa couldn’t quite place passed over his face, and he closed his mouth suddenly, a stern and impassive expression replacing the warmth and joy that had been there moments before.
        ‘Good night, then.’ He turned abruptly and strode to the door. Elissa felt dismayed and anxious, and she stared after him. He lingered at the doorway, and placed his hand on the doorframe, bowing his head.
        Suddenly, Loghain turned and marched back to her, and, placing both hands on her face, kissed her deeply, pressing his lips to hers with what felt like desperation.

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