pikapeppa:

So I came up with this modern AU idea a while ago, thanks in part to @hellarcanine and inspired in part by my undying devotion to Message Sent, but I haven’t expanded on it because I couldn’t figure out the plot or who I wanted Lavellan to end up with. Blackwall or Solas?? I love them both?? And then I was going to put Abelas in it too and I just had to give up because I HAVE PROBLEMS OK

I wrote this one tiny snippet of the fic and I probably won’t write anymore, but what better time to share it than for @dadrunkwriting Friday?

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Second swimsuit, got it… light cardi… fenedhis, where’s that green one I like for the summer?

Ellana flicked through the hangers in her closet once more, her frustration rising as she failed to find the mint-green cardigan in question. Finally her eyes dropped to the floor of the closet.

There, she thought with annoyance; the cardigan lay in a crumpled heap on top of the myriad boxes and purses at the bottom of her closet. She grabbed it and backed out of the closet, then realized with a jolt what she was holding.

It was definitely a cardigan, but it wasn’t hers.

Ellana stared at the garment in her hand for a long moment. Then she dropped the cardigan on the bed and picked up her phone.

She held the phone in her hands for a few seconds, then put it down and continued her packing. Sunscreen and elfroot after-sun lotion went into a plastic bag and then into her carry-on; spare phone charger, a favourite dog-eared novel for the beach, beaded sandals for the evening: she tucked it all snugly into her bag, but she wasn’t focused on her packing anymore. The men’s cardigan on her bed kept drawing her unwilling attention, like a car accident on the freeway.

Finally she was packed, the small suitcase filled with everything except the stuff she’d need for the morning. There was no excuse not to text him.

She picked up her phone and swiped into her messages.

–Ellana 20:34–
Hey, I found one of your cardigans in my closet. I’ll bring it to the clinic when we get back from the Arbor Wilds

She tossed the phone down on the bed and went to the kitchen to make some tea. When she came back and casually checked her phone, his reply was there.

–Solas 20:35–
You can bring it with you. I am coming on the trip as well.

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HAH just reblogging this for shits and gigs because unfortunately this is as far as this will ever go LOLLLL