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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"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.

A while after Sigrun's return, Dagna finished with the grenades, putting her tools and materials back in place diligently. She stretched her armd above her head, stopping to scratch behind Jager's ears, with a soft smile.

"By the Stone, I'm starving."

Sigrun looked up from her blades and whetsone, stopping her work.

"We might have some food left in the main room, but I think our supplies are getting low," she offered.

"This can turn into a problem soon."

Dagna sighed leaving her work table "But we do need to eat so... let's see what we still have in the main hall."

Sigrun set aside her tools and hopped to her feet.

"Sure thing," she said, moving to follow the other dwarf.

Dagna smiled and proceeded to the main hall, waiting for Sigrun before making her way downstairs. She was uncertain of what to do next, how to move on past that kiss... Well, was that just a kiss, or the beginning of something else? She did had insisted for her to go to Vigil's Keep so... Maybe something else?

But she had no clue of how relationships worked.

...

Wait, wait a second.
Who said anything about a relationship?

A kiss and kind words meant nothing, right?

Dagna really wished things could be as simple as her formula.

Sigrun could practically hear Dagna thinking as they walked. Which, now that Sigrun thought about it, didn't actually seem that unusual. But the uncertain look on Dagna's face gave her pause - usually when the arcanist was overthinking something, she assumed a look of concentration instead.

Sigrun coughed. Or at least...she was pretty sure Dagna did. Not that she'd...made a habit of cataloging Dagna's usual facial expressions. Or anything.

She touched Dagna's arm tentatively. "Copper for your thoughts?"

Dagna nearly jumped out of her skin at Sigrun's touch, uncertain of how much time she got lost on her thoughts. She shrugged.

"Can't let you pay that much for my current thoughts, it wouldn't be fair." she chuckled looking away "I was just... thinking..." she swallowed hard, not sure if she should go on.

Sigrun squinted. "I'm pretty sure I could afford at least a copper," she said with a laugh.

She shrugged. "Not that you have to tell me. If you don't want to. I don't mind."

"No, this particular thought, well..." she sighed "I mean, I was just overthinking something meant to be simple. Sometimes I can't just think in a simple way about something. And this... well... it's so new I don't know exactly where I'm standing."

Sigrun was fairly sure she knew what Dagna was talking about, or the gist of it anyways, but she didn't just want to assume. She chewed on her bottom lip and offered,

"Can I, er, help...with that?"

"Ah... well... I told you, didn't I? First kiss, first time freaking out about what to do next."

She tried to sound casual, but her red ears and face totally gave her up.

Sigrun considered this until she was distracted by admiring the pretty blush on Dagna's cheeks.

"Um." She shook her head slightly to clear it. "I'm hardly an expert here, myself. I don't...really have a plan? Aside from getting you to smile more. And maybe holding your hand? If you want. Um."

She blushed too. "Sorry, that probably didn't help, like, at all."