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Morrigan had prepared for her journey as well as one could. She knew how to forage, the best places to make camp, and how to navigate a town without arousing suspicion. Yet, she had not prepared for all of the irritation.
Irritation… what was the word, wasn’t it? It was a bubbling, embarrassing, festering of emotions in the pit of her stomach. She felt it less and less as she grew accustomed to her campmates, but tonight, that feeling was there just as much as it was the first night.
Rosalind and Leliana were talking about love.
They hadn’t meant to include her in the conversation, but both women had this habit of pulling her into whatever discussion they were having as if they were doing her a favour. It was even worse when the pair were together. They were giggling girls.
And now, they were giggling about love. Which meant Leliana was trying to pry as much about Alistair from Rosalind as she could, all while Rosalind did a poor job of pretending she didn’t want to tell Leliana every little detail. Morrigan had been made privy to enough of it as it was.
'And I will be privy to much more, sooner than late', Morrigan thought. 'I will know every intimate detail she blushes over.'
“It was…” Rosalind broke out into drunken giggles once more, almost spilling the bottle of wine she held. “It was everything. It was as if he was everywhere, all over me.”
“I’d wager he was,” Leliana giggled back. “There’s so much of him to go around. Much to grab onto… and even more to share with you…?” Leliana gestured downwards.
Rosalind couldn’t find the words, so she just smirked and nodded - then used her hands to share the size of Alistair’s manhood.
She’s all smiles now. Days before, Rosalind had fretted that it would hurt and she’d bleed so much that he’d think her broken. Morrigan told her to shove him off if it hurt, and tell him to come back once he’d learned to please a woman.
'Will Rosalind care if I bleed when it’s my turn?'
“That would make sense,” Morrigan shook away her thoughts. “It would be like him to have blunt force in place of finesse.”
“Oh, he knew what he was doing with it…” Rosalind flopped onto her back. “Every part of him, really. I never imagined it could feel so… right.”
'It will never be that way for me. Not with Alistair, when the time comes to take him. Not with anyone.'
Could it be? Right, with anyone?
“I am glad,” Leliana smiled as she reached for Rosalind’s hand. “And we promise not to tease him too much. Don’t we, Morrigan?”
Morrigan scoffed, for that was what was expected of her. They laughed. They did not know the ending to all of this. She did. It is the only way you can play your role - knowing the script, and knowing your part in it. She was as Flemeth made her, after all. A witch, an outsider, a woman who will bed foolish men and-
“Morrigan…?” Leliana’s hand was touching hers now. And her cheek was damp.
This was not how it went. Mother’s voice rang through her mind, telling her to stop, telling her she is a foolish girl. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the voice, as well as thoughts of what must be. The past and the future attacked her all at once.
Rosalind noticed now, sitting up again, and coming closer. “What’s wrong? You can make fun of him a bit, I’m sure,” she joked, uncertain. A habit she had picked up from her fool.
There was no running; they would come after her. There was no explaining this - it was too soon. Rosalind would only understand her plans in the moment she could see the Archdemon flying overhead.
But at least Rosalind will live. And at least now, that fool makes her happy. Beneath all of the bile Morrigan feels in her stomach, she feels a flicker of… something. A flicker of whatever it was Rosalind and Leliana felt every day, she supposed.
“It went as you deserved,” she stopped any more tears from falling. “I am… relieved for you.”