Blessed Are The Righteous
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She peeked through the peephole first, to make sure whoever was there was worthy of wasting her time on. It was Sebastian, looking agitated and impatient, and she hesitated for a second. Was he worth the time? If it was important, certainly, and it looked important, but for the infinite love of Andraste if she had to argue a side in his fucking identity crisis one more time she was going to snap.
She opened the door.
“I’ve made a decision,” Sebastian declared.
She shut the door, and he pounded on it again.
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- Part 1 of Blessed Are The Righteous
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“You know I hate to say it, but it might boost morale to see you there. You’re all that’s left,” she whispered, kissing Sebastian's shoulder.
“Aren’t I always?”
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- Part 2 of Blessed Are The Righteous
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“Shall I ask properly?” He stood up and Marceline was fairly certain she was going to die, so it was really unfair that he seemed to be enjoying himself so much.
“I get the gist,” she assured him quickly, rising like she was going to physically stop him. He was grinning, which was good— she hated that quiet look on his face like he was helpless, like there was simply nothing he could think of to do. He would always wait until he thought she wasn’t looking to let his face fall and his shoulders deflate.
“Are you certain? I had nothing planned but I’m sure I could improvise.”
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- Part 3 of Blessed Are The Righteous
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“Why would you want to upset the Prince of Starkhaven?” Bran asked instead of flat out refusing. Lady Amell paused, staring at him (as he suspected) as if she hadn’t really thought about why she was doing it before making the suggestion.
“Pettiness?” she offered, taking back her parchment. He had a whole entire city to rebuild, of course, and rereading the letter she found the extra use of restructuring to be a bit more telling now that she was less afraid of receiving a letter that declared war on Kirkwall for harbouring Starkhaven’s recently deceased usurper. There were people he didn’t trust; he was being cautious. The question was whether or not to be cautious in return.
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- Part 4 of Blessed Are The Righteous
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"You know what they'd say," he argued from under her palm.
"Do you know what it's like to be a person of middling status and outrageous reputation in this town? Half of my suitors complain about my unsuitability in the same breath they propose in, while every twerp whose parents scrape out a living selling trinkets thinks to come to my door to beg me to mother their children." She was pretty even when she was annoyed, colour high in her cheeks and on her nose. "By all means, Sebastian, ruin me here and now and put a stop to it."
Maferath's balls. He knew she was joking—or rather that she'd just said it without thinking about it. He knew that, and yet...he could. He could.
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- Part 5 of Blessed Are The Righteous
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"Someone get the Viscount some water," Sebastian ordered, for lack of anything better to say. He should've dismissed them all, but he found himself more light headed than he would've liked even as he did all he knew how.
"Not the Viscount," she whispered, quiet enough that even the closest person couldn't overhear.
"What?"
"I said I'm not the bloody Viscount," she snapped. "The situation has...changed."
He remembered being told not to ask for details until she was bleeding less, so he took her hand. "You're here now. Nothing can touch you while you're in my city," he said firmly, more sure of that than he'd been of anything in his life.
She gave him a look that was part helpless fondness and part pity. The blood on her mouth gave her a grotesque look that made his stomach lurch. "You really believe that, don't you?"
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- Part 6 of Blessed Are The Righteous