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 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.

"Yes, really."

She admitted, definitely dropping her eyes now, blushing vividly.

"Well, that's - that's-" Sigrun rubbed at the back of her neck. "That's just silly," she declared.

She ran her thumb along Dagna's chin from where it still lay against her neck. "What kinds of lunatics are you associating with? We are definitely taking you away from here."

She smiled mischievously.

"Can't blame them, mages can't have relationships inside the Circles, aside from the fact that I was never really interested."

She was blabbing and she knew it, slightly leaning to Sigrun's touch.

Sigrun hmmed. "I hate to break it to you, Dagna, but you're not inside a Circle anymore."

Her lips quirked as Dagna leaned into her hand and Sigrun tilted her head and wondered what would happen if she just...

She brushed the back of her knuckles over Dagna's jaw and up to the the curve of her ear.

Dagna yelped , surprised, but she didn't back from the touch. She rested her hand over Sigrun's and smiled, shyly.

"Good thing I'm not inside a Circle anymore."

And feeling particularly bold, all those new feelings and sensations boiling inside of her, she leaned to kiss Sigrun again.

Sigrun grinned and kissed her back eagerly, but the moment was ruined when she couldn't hold in a giggle.

"Ancestors, you're so cute," she sighed, pulling back just slightly.

"Okay, now you're making me blush. I was already blushing before, I know, but you're not helping either."

She tried to frown, but she clearly couldn't be mad at Sigrun right now, the corners of her lips hinting a smile. "... and I should probably go back to work."

Sigrun blushed at that, pulling back and stepping aside so Dagna could come out of the storage closet.

"Right. Right. Sorry. I told you I was not helping. Um. I'll let you get back to it."

"Can't say it was a bad delay, though."

And she planted a peck to Sigrun's face, returning to her working table. She frowned, recalling the tools were placed back in the shelf and she quickly crossed the distance to grab it back, finally going back to work.

Sigrun froze at the peck for an instant and then got a slow, wide grin on her face. She watched Dagna move about, going back to her work, for some time, and then with a shake of her head to clear it, she wandered out of the room.

She returned a while later with the daggers she'd collected from Cullen's store and set to work sharpening and cleaning them, across the room a bit from Dagna so she's be less distracting. And less likely to interrupt her, quite frankly.