The Last Flight: C A R O N E L 

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Day 4: Tradition

Written for @cityelfweek day 4! For anyone who knows my other OCs: Margery and Ghilad are the parents of my Agent of Fen'Harel OC, Bruno. They both lived in the Denerim Alienage until the events of DA:O.

When Margery was a child, she had thought pregnancy a game. She had watched her mother’s belly swell with life, and gift her a baby brother. A little friend for life.

Now that it is her turn, she understands why her mother had so often looked like she had swallowed a lemon. As if the trials on the body are not enough, the tests of one’s patience will surely wear one down.

She muses this to herself as she sits outside the cemetery, hand resting idly on her stomach, thumb stroking up and down when something kicks inside. How strange it feels, to reach for another while feeling the brush of her own skin over her skirt. She turns the thought over itself, making it last longer than it had any right to, and wishing she had brought something to do with her hands while she waits.

At some point, when a shadow falls over her, she almost mistakes it for the tiring sun, until it speaks with her husband’s voice: “You’re still here?”

Margery’s head snaps up. “‘Course I’m still here,” she says, a little cross. “If I cannit be in there with you, the least I can do is be out here.”

Ghilad’s smile is both sympathetic and affectionate, face almost forgetting the red rings around his eyes. “You know I would have you by my side, but—”

“Aye, I know.” She waves off his explanation, heaving a sigh through her lungs. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Death must feel like a faraway thing to an expecting mother, lest she invite it upon herself and the child. Tradition does not dictate how she can feel about the matter, however.

“How were your parents?” she asks, voice now as gentle as the hand that soothed her unborn child.

“Still together.” He lets out a strained chuckle. She had never seen the gravestones, but she could picture them, ashes interred in the graveyard alongside their neighbours. When the soil has settled, they’ll need to mind the earth that keeps them. Once the bairn has come, of course. Her late mother-in-law would not abide weeds, even in death. “I cleaned the gravestones, spoke to them about our girl.”

“Your girl?” Margery scoffs. “You know, Mhairi reckons it’ll be a boy. She told me you’d be getting fatter if we were having a girl.”

“Wh- I don’t see what I have to do with it.”

“At least half as much as me, if I recall.” She reaches for him with both hands, kissing them when he offers her his. “It’ll be what it’ll be. Nowt we can do about it now. We’ll love it the same.”

“That we will.” Ghilad squeezes his fingers around hers, skin warm like sunlight. “Shall we head home for tea?”

“I’ll need a little help, first,” she says, tugging expectantly at him. Margery grunts as he hoists her up. She keeps one hand tethered to his, fingers interlocking as they turn their backs on the great gate overlooking the cemetery.

warden & champion sketches/wips that will never be finished

I keep drawing her in nice clothes even tho I think in some respects they would make her uncomfortable sometimes lmaoooo my musings do not reflect her actual fashion choices I’m sure

my warden & inquisitor for me 8-9 years ago

and then they start glowing

✨Shianni ✨

A portrait voted by my patrons this month! The theme was non companion elves :D

thinking about surana. her poorly contained rage

comtinue think about my future rook (she is from rivain). don't know how the game allow us to roleplay but i see her like a relaxed, charming and greedy person (both my tabris and lavellan are serious and introvert ones) like my hawke but without dead family issues

Currently replaying Origins! Hachi Tabris I missed you