fadewalk | RP: Sigrun

Inside the mage tower and with the Envy Demon gone, Dagna could finally dedicate herself and her efforts into something else: Getting out of the Fade and (With Inquisitor Lavellan around, activating the Eluvian will be far more simple. Shouldn't be glad about it, but good thing she's here!), if possible, aiding with the Cure (Miss Neria is so, so happy with ser Alistair around - her husband it is, not the king or the ex-Warden - I can't possibly not help her with curing the taint. I know she doesn't think that way, but I owe her.)
(truth to be told, even when the envy demon was lingering in Skyhold she was already thinking and planning how to leave the Fade and how to aid with the Cure.)

A new wave of people had arrived at Skyhold and, more than finding a way out, she was wondering again what was transporting them in the first place. Was it possible that, even after their departure through the Eluvian, more people arrived in that Skyhold? The whole situation was indeed mysterious, but the little Arcanist was determined to, at least, leave hints and clues on how to escape (once it was figured).

She was conducting experiments on her new work table, Jäger sleeping soundly few steps to her side. The Veil Fire granade had been a huge sucess and the more means to fight demons, the merrier.

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Sigrun nodded.

"I know some people get a lot of - comfort, or...whatever, from their gods. Me, though...it seems like the more I learn about them, and the more weird shit I see, the less I really understand that urge. If any of the gods exist, Dalish or human or the Stone or whatever, they're all assholes."

"Now, look at us, being all heretic." she chuckled "Which is really sad about it is... see, Andraste was awesome and all, she did do a lot of good things but... it's sad watch how people distorted her words to do as would please them. I often wonder if someday this will happen to miss Neria, or to the Inquisitor. They're shaping their time and, unless someone tells their story the right way, one day someone could use it as an excuse to do terrible things."

Sigrun frowned at that thought.

"Nobody wants to be forgotten when they're gone, and maybe being misremembered would be worse," she admitted slowly, after a thoughtful moment of silence. "But I don't know...all that seems so - so big, you know? I don't think you can stop people from being assholes. Somebody's always going to take what came before and twist it into a reason to be cruel, and to pretend other people are less. Just to make themselves feel bigger."

She shrugged. "I don't know if there's anything to be done about it except live your life as you should, and maybe in a way that will make you happy, and then know you did what you could."

"You're right. We can also hope that the future happens to have few bad people." she smiled "But living a happy life, maybe even share it with someone, is a good way to start."

"That seems very optimistic, but hey, it never hurt to hope, right?" Sigrun smiled back, and found herself admiring the way Dagna's smile seemed to light up her whole face.

She makes sharing your life with someone, something I never thought in a thousand years I'd even get to consider for myself, sound very nice, she mused.

The thought made her blush and duck her head.

"No, it really doesn't!" she grinned, and then got back to work, eyes never leaving the stone on her hands

"Sigrun... do you think... hmm... the Inquisition won't last forever, you know? Since Corypheus was defeated and people started to disbandle. You think miss Neria would have use for someone like me, with my skills? The Circle of Magi is a mess right now and it will take some time until I can even start thinking of meeting the College of Magi to present my findings. I don't know much about the Taint or how the Grey Wardens deal with their business, but I'm a fast learner and people always have use for magic items, don't they?"

She didn't notice when she started to babble, speaking fast.

What is going on with you, Dagna!? By the Stone, you're really odd today!

"The kinds of weapons you can make? Yeah, I'd say we would always have a use for that kind of thing." Sigrun chuckled. "Plus there's your ideas on the Taint, which I know Neria would find helpful."

"Um." She felt abruptly warm all through, a hot sensation that started at the backs of her shoulders and washed down to her toes, leaving her hairline prickling like she might start sweating any moment. Which was weird? She was never warm on the surface, and certainly not in Ferelden, even if this Fade version of Skyhold wasn't Ferelden, exactly.

It took her several moments to realize the sensation was her blushing. Vividly, if how warm she felt was anything to go by. And by that point she was already talking quickly.

"Would you, you know, want to join us and come back to Vigil's Keep and work for the Wardens? Because I don't think any of us would object, although maybe your Inquisitor would - I mean I'm sure I would if I was her, you must do all kinds of useful and amazing things for her. But I kind of already told Neria we should kidnap you for ourselves? Not kidnap really! Just...persuade you we could use you. Yeah."

"I wouldn't mind being kidnapped by you, if Inquisitor Lavellan objects my departure." she smiled, blushing "Which she totally wouldn't do, since our work is almost done. But you already persuaded me Sigrun. I-I mean, with the stories about the Wardens, and books and everything else..." she frowned abruptly "Ancestors, this phrase is just weird. B-but it's true, having someone like you around definitely tips the balance to the Grey Wardens. They could benefit from a new point of view, right?"

"Could we ever!" Sigrun exclaimed. "You really want to?"

She paused. "I mean, I could probably kidnap you if absolutely necessary, I am pretty sneaky, and - well, I won't tell you about that one time in Dust Town, you probably don't want to know. But I don't think it counts as kidnapping if you consent..."

"When you put things that way... yea, looks like there is no kidnapping if one is willing to. And I want. I really want."

She smiled and blushed again, unable to go on with her work now.

Sigrun clasped her hands behind her back and grinned stupidly, looking ridiculously pleased with herself.

After a moment, she scooted over impulsively and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to Dagna's cheek, blushing furiously as she pulled back.

Dagna's eyes widened at the gesture and she placed her hand over the cheek by Sigrun, stunned.

"Hm... I-I... have to..."

She pointed at the supplies closet and the to the stone she was carving, flustered. She was quick to reach the door, hands fumbling boxes after something. She must have thought the door was closed behind her by the way she giggled and flailed her hands, giddy.

Sigrun watched her go with a self-satisfied little smirk, but when she saw Dagna flailing in the closet, she clapped a hand to her mouth and giggled into her palm.

She turned back to study the runes Dagna had been working on before the other dwarf returned in an attempt to be discreet, but she couldn't help the smile on her face.

Dagna froze for a moment when she stood up with a new set of gouges on her hands, noticing the door was open.

"... you saw it, didn't you?"

She closed her eyes and grunted, her face matching the color of her hair.

Sigrun looked over her shoulder and back at Dagna, prepared to deny this vehemently, and then she saw the expression on Damla's face.

She hopped down and walked over to the supply closet, taking the tools out of Dagna's hands and setting them back on the shelf, and then replacing them with her hands in Dagna's.

"You're very cute - well, more than cute - and that was very flattering if I'm being completely honest. And I really want to kiss you right now." Her brow furrowed. "Which is not something that's really happened in a very long time, but...I do."

"K-kiss-- Ancestors!"

She stuttered, blush spreading to her ears and neck.
Dagna's grip on her hands was stronger now, her eyes locking over Sigrun's. She wet her lips without thinking, slightly leaning towards the other dwarf.

Sigrun leaned closer without thinking, and then she drew in a sharp breath and pulled back a little without letting go of Dagna's hands. Dagna hadn't actually agreed, yet.

"Can I? Kiss you? You don't have to say yes if you don't want to."

Dagna didn't trust her voice or her ability to form coherent words right now, but she knew she had to. And she wanted to.

"You can. Kiss me, it is."

She nodded with a shy smile.

Sigrun smiled.

She was just a few inches shorter than Dagna - malnutrition as a kid on the streets of Dust Town really messed you up - but she made up for it with her broad shoulders and well-muscled frame. She had to lean up slightly to kiss her.

It was a quick peck to start, too short, too rough, and Sigrun's rustiness showed. She tried again, gentling the kiss this time, brushing her lips slowly over Dagna's, and untangled one hand to reach up and brush Dagna's cheek.

Dagna clearly had no idea of what she was doing, uncertain of what to do with her hands, her lips. Hesitantly, she closed their distance, planting her hands softly over Sigrun's shoulders. She tilted her head oh so slightly, noticing that this way their noses wouldn't be on the way.

Sigrun made an encouraging noise, able with this change of angle to deepen the kiss, though she kept it just to their lips pressing together for now. The hand on Dagna's cheek slipped down her neck, though she kept rubbing small circles with her thumb.

The touch of Sigrun's fingers on her neck felt good and Dagna couldn't help but hum in response. She pulled away from the kiss though, heart racing as it never did before and she couldn't bring herself to stare the other dwarf, lowering her gaze to her tattoos, and to her lips.

"This... this is good."

"Yeah?" Sigrun smiled, blushing under Dagna's gaze. She licked her lips.

"I know I'm a little out of practice," she said apologetically.

"Well, I can't really--"

But she stopped, uncertain of whether say that was her first kiss or not. She bit her lower lip and frowned, thinking.

"You're the first person to ever kiss me, I won't be judgemental, really."

"Really?" Sigrun wrinkled up her nose with disbelief. "That's..."

She snuck another look at Dagna's lips. Yep, still great.

"Really?" she repeated, feeling baffled.